Lu Mengmeng was sleeping so soundly that she didn't hear the phone ringing at all.
It was not until around nine o'clock the next day that Lu Mengmeng woke up and found that someone had called her.
"Pixiu?" Lu Mengmeng tilted her head. Why was this silly girl calling her?
Lu Mengmeng called back.
"Pixiu, did you call me last night?" Lu Mengmeng asked.
Pixiu, also known as the mythical beast, is her online name. She is a very cute little girl.
I met her in college. She is two years younger than Lu Mengmeng, and we have a very good relationship.
A clear and lovely voice came from the other end of the phone: "Yes, Senior Sister. I wanted to contact you last night, but you didn't answer. Are you asleep?"
Lu Mengmeng hummed, "I wasn't feeling well yesterday and went to bed early. You haven't told me why you came to see me yet?"
Pixiu hesitated for a while and said, "It's the weekend now, I want to go see a crosstalk show."
The two of them have a common hobby and often make appointments to watch movies together.
Lu Mengmeng was silent. She had agreed to go with Ling Yingjun these two days. Wouldn’t it be inappropriate to ask this girl out as well?
Why not just lie to her and say that you won't go. She won't go anyway, and you don't have to worry about the embarrassment after encountering her.
Thinking of this, Lu Mengmeng said, "I'm sick and can't go. I'll go with you another day!"
The Pixiu hummed for a long time before finally saying, "Okay then! Get well soon so you can take me with you."
"Okay, okay, I understand. Since you're bored lately, why don't you write a book with me?" Lu Mengmeng encouraged.
Pixiu chuckled, "Sister, are you sick and confused? You think anyone can write a book? With my literary talent, I guess even elementary school students won't read it."
"I'm not sure about the rest, but elementary school students definitely love it. They're the main readers of online novels these days," Lu Mengmeng confirmed. "Especially our sister site, Yunqi Academy. It's all dominated by elementary school students. Eighteen years old is considered old aunt!"
"Old aunt?┐(′-｀)┌" Pixiu's voice rose a few notches, "Isn't this too exaggerated? She's only eighteen years old!"
Eighteen years old is the age of a budding flower, how can she be considered an old aunt?
It hurts my heart, lungs and liver!
Lu Mengmeng continued, "What's wrong with being eighteen? Those elementary school students are only eleven or twelve!"
Speaking of this, Lu Mengmeng sighed.
No wonder there is a campaign to clean up the Internet. In such an online environment, with so many minors reading novels, it really needs to be properly regulated.
Lu Mengmeng sighed!
Elementary school, middle school and high school students should study hard, why read online novels!
Neither teachers nor parents care!
Lu Mengmeng didn’t know the specific situation. Was it that the parents and teachers didn’t care, or that the children were watching secretly?
It is right to cut off the content that should not appear in online articles at the source.
Pixiu was silent for a long time. It seemed that what Lu Mengmeng said made her unable to accept it.
"I want to be alone." Pixiu said that he didn't want to continue this topic with Lu Mengmeng.
After hanging up the phone, Lu Mengmeng looked up at the sky.
No matter who Jingjing offends, everyone misses her.
How did the topic get to this point?
I get a headache when I think about cleaning the internet.
But fortunately, there is nothing wrong with my work.
Lu Mengmeng didn't get up either, so she just took out her phone and swiped to see what everyone in the group was talking about.
But after looking at it for a while, there was nothing interesting to see.
Since there is nothing to talk about, I will start writing quickly. I need to write 10,000 words to get the recommendation!
I have to go listen to crosstalk in the evening and have no time when I come back, so I can only write during the day.
Although she didn’t have breakfast, Mengmeng wasn’t hungry either. In just one morning, Lu Mengmeng completed the 4,000-word writing task.
It’s quite impressive.
At noon, Ling Yingjun came to call us to eat.
"You've already written 4,000 words this morning? That's amazing!" Ling Yingjun was surprised when he heard Lu Mengmeng's words.
Lu Mengmeng was still sick, but she finished writing four thousand words in just the morning. She is an amazing kid.
"It's going to be recommended soon, right? Of course I have to try my best! Cough cough!" Lu Mengmeng said, and then started to cough dryly.
"What's wrong with your throat?" Ling Yingjun asked hurriedly.
Lu Mengmeng pointed at her throat and drank the water on the table. "I woke up with a sore throat this morning. It might be pharyngitis. I've taken medicine."
"You're suffering from all sorts of illnesses and pains. When will you feel better?" Ling Yingjun sighed. "When you feel better, come and train with me."
Hearing the word "exercise", Lu Mengmeng immediately curled her lips and said, "You know, I don't want to move at all."
If you gain weight on your own, won't you lose weight if you exercise?
"If you don't move, you'll be useless." Ling Yingjun reached out and flicked Lu Mengmeng's forehead, "Lazy cat!"
Lu Mengmeng covered her forehead aggrievedly, "I'm just too lazy to move, humph!"
"Let's go, let's go have dinner." Ling Yingjun came to pick her up for dinner. He talked so much and wasted a lot of time.
Lu Mengmeng hadn't been there for dinner for two days, and she didn't know if Mother Ling missed her.
When they arrived at the Ling family's house, Ling's mother eagerly asked Lu Mengmeng when she saw her, "Are you feeling better?"
Lu Mengmeng nodded repeatedly, "I'm fine, thank you for your concern, Auntie."
"What's wrong with your throat? Drink more water!" Ling's mother asked with concern.
Lu Mengmeng smiled and replied, "I know! I've been trying to drink water."
There was not a single greasy smell in the food at noon today. I guess Ling's mother specially prepared this meal for her health.
It's thoughtful.
After dinner, Ling Yingjun sent Lu Mengmeng home.
"Do you want me to stay at home with you?" Ling Yingjun asked.
Lu Mengmeng shook her head. "I'll sleep for a while. We'll go listen to crosstalk after dinner tonight."
"Okay, have a good rest. When you wake up, be sure to drink plenty of water. Your throat is getting worse." Ling Yingjun instructed.
Lu Mengmeng just nodded obediently. Her throat was getting more and more painful when she spoke, so it was most important to save her throat and rest well.
I just don’t know if my voice will be strong enough when I go to the crosstalk performance in the evening.
After Ling Yingjun left, Lu Mengmeng lay on the sofa, too lazy to move. She wrote a book on her mobile phone for a while, but soon fell asleep.
Lying in bed typing with my phone in hand, I would easily feel sleepy unless I was finishing a manuscript at night.
Lu Mengmeng didn't sleep for long. She only slept for two hours before waking up to continue typing.
Fortunately, she had some manuscripts saved, otherwise updating 10,000 words in one day would definitely cost her half her life.
For someone who usually only writes 4,000 words, suddenly updating more than double is bound to cause some bad effects.
As for those authors who write 10,000 words a day, asking them to write 20,000 words will have the same difficulty effect.
So, don’t think that those who wrote 4,000 words wrote too little, and don’t think that those who wrote 10,000 words wrote too much. There are differences between people.
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