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Lu Mengmeng has not yet realized that she is Ling Yingjun's "girlfriend". They have been giving each other space for so many years, and Lu Mengmeng has never thought that she needs to watch Ling Yingjun too closely.
She trusts Ling Yingjun very much.
As for the previous incident of having dinner with the loli editor Hongdou, it was long over and Lu Mengmeng never held a grudge.
She would just occasionally recall it and glare at Ling Yingjun.
"Are your legs feeling better now? Do you want me to massage them for you?" Ling Yingjun held Lu Mengmeng's small hand with one hand and put the other hand on her leg.
Flesh.
Girls with plump bodies are good, much better than skinny girls. I really don’t know what’s the point of those people liking skinny women.
Lu Mengmeng slapped Ling Yingjun on the back of his hand, "Take it away! It's itchy!"
Lu Mengmeng rubbed her legs and felt better. "If you're bored, give me a massage on my shoulders and back!"
Typing every day makes my back stiff and my shoulders and neck uncomfortable.
In fact, it is not just writing books. From going to school to playing computer, it can cause various diseases of the shoulder blades and back.
"You still need to exercise regularly. Look at your shoulders. I'm afraid you already have periarthritis of the shoulder. You're only 20 years old and it's like this. What will you do in the future?" Ling Yingjun massaged Lu Mengmeng's shoulders and didn't forget to talk to her.
Lu Mengmeng felt very comfortable being pinched, and Ling Yingjun's strength was just right. She didn't hear a word Ling Yingjun said.
After all, she is still young and doesn't need it at all!
"I understand." Lu Mengmeng said perfunctorily.
"Don't take my words to heart. If you don't listen to the advice of the elderly, you will suffer the consequences. You just don't listen." Ling Yingjun sighed, took his hand off his shoulder, and tapped her on the head.
"Don't hit me on the head. I'm stupid anyway." Lu Mengmeng protested with dissatisfaction.
"From now on, I will wake you up every morning and we will run together." Ling Yingjun thought about it and decided.
I am busy all day long, and it seems that the only time I can relax is in the morning. It is the best time to exercise with Lu Mengmeng.
Lu Mengmeng had a bitter face and really didn't want to do morning exercises.
"Just get used to it. No matter what you do, you need to get used to it slowly." Ling Yingjun said with a smile.
After massaging Lu Mengmeng for a while, her shoulders felt a little better.
"What are we eating tonight?" Lu Mengmeng asked.
Ling Yingjun chuckled, "How come you only know how to eat! My mom is making braised pork ribs for you!"
Braised spare ribs!
Lu Mengmeng felt like her saliva was about to flow down.
"I really want to learn how to cook." Lu Mengmeng held her phone and subconsciously searched for how to make braised spare ribs.
"Don't check it anymore. Let my mom teach you later." Ling Yingjun snatched the phone from Lu Mengmeng's hand. "The braised pork ribs she makes are the most authentic."
Outsiders can never compare to their mother’s cooking skills. After all, this is the taste of mother.
Lu Mengmeng sighed, "I asked her for cooking advice, but she refused to teach me."
Ling Yingjun frowned slightly and refused to teach her. Why?
Lu Mengmeng didn't understand, and Ling Yingjun couldn't figure it out either.
Suddenly, Ling Yingjun's face looked a little bad, and Lu Mengmeng happened to see it.
"Have you thought of something?" Lu Mengmeng asked curiously.
Ling Yingjun waved his hands and forced a smile, "Nothing!"
He reached out and lifted his hair, trying to hide his embarrassed expression.
Ling's mother taught him to cook since he was a child, and he has good cooking skills. Hearing Lu Mengmeng say this, does she plan to let him cook for the rest of his life?
Oh my, is there a mother like this?
Suddenly I feel that the rest of my life is miserable.
Lu Mengmeng was drinking from her cup. When she put it down, she saw Ling Yingjun still scratching his hair. "I heard there's an essay contest going on recently. Should I participate?"
Ling Yingjun said, "Are you talking about the first Golden Pen Award for Girls Network? You can participate! After all, the time for your book to be published is within the time limit for the submission of articles."
"Do I have a chance to win a prize?" Lu Mengmeng blinked. "Or can I only be a denominator?"
"What's wrong with being the denominator?" Ling Yingjun gave a perfectly standard smile and replied in a very official manner, "This matter still requires the final say of the editor in charge of reviewing the essays."
Lu Mengmeng wrinkled her nose, "Brother Yingjun, if you say that, I'll beat you up!"
Ling Yingjun shrugged. "That's nothing we can do. This isn't our business."
Ling Yingjun couldn't talk much with Lu Mengmeng about this complicated relationship, and Ling Yingjun didn't want to know too much about it, so the topic ended.
"Give me back my phone." Lu Mengmeng took her phone back from Ling Yingjun, "Let me check the group."
I used Ling Yingjun’s account to speak in the group before, and I don’t know what will happen next.
She Xiaodong: "I think the editor has called me out. Will I die?"
Ying Yue: "Maybe. But then again, the editor should be on vacation today. Why would he suddenly come online and tag you, asking you to write something?"
She Xiaodong: "I don't know either. I'm still trembling."
Fang Ying: "Could it be that Master Ling Jiao was reading your book and couldn't help but urge you to update it?"
Xiao Yuer: "Wow, the editor is online urging you to update, She Xiaodong, you are going to be famous!"
When Lu Mengmeng saw this, she kept smiling foolishly.
"You said you didn't fool She Xiaodong, but look at what's happened to the group?" Ling Yingjun said helplessly, "Your best friend is good in every way, except that her writing is terrible. She can't wait to put all the fancy words in her articles."
Such writings make the writer appear particularly talented, but they can easily lead to a lack of storytelling, reading difficulties, and so on.
Lu Mengmeng pondered, "Is it not okay even if I have good writing skills?"
"Good writing style lies in being able to clearly express what you want to say in just a few words, rather than just listing all the words you've learned." Ling Yingjun shook his head. "Of course, if the listing is just right, that's also excellent."
It is precisely this perfect point that stumps most people.
In addition, there is another situation. If your grades are good, people will say that your writing is good. If your grades are not good, people will say that you are showing off your literary talent and using fancy words.
This is the current situation of contemporary online literature.
Of course, this is a matter of opinion.
Ling Yingjun and Lu Mengmeng talked about many taboos in writing online articles, but Lu Mengmeng just listened. She didn't quite understand these things.
"Have you ever thought about writing a novel?" Lu Mengmeng asked the question that had been in her mind for a long time.
Ling Yingjun shook his head. "I don't have that talent. I can read books, but I can't write them."
Writing a book is not something that can be done simply by knowing how to read and write. One must be proficient in how to design the plot, how to describe the story, and various narrative techniques.
"Well, are there any other editors who have written books?" Lu Mengmeng continued to ask.
Ling Yingjun thought about it, and finally shook his head, "I'm not sure about this."
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