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Although she is called a little loli, she is actually a cute girl with a petite figure. She looks very cute no matter how you look at her.
Lu Mengmeng turned into a sour lemon at this moment, saying sourly: "Who knows who that is! Maybe it's a colleague?＜(｀^′)＞"
Anyway, Lu Mengmeng didn't know him. She and Ling Yingjun had known each other for many years and their circle of friends was almost the same. She didn't recognize this person.
I guess it’s a colleague from the new company.
A new company... maybe an editor!
When Mother Lu heard Lu Mengmeng say this, she just looked at her deeply and didn't say much. She pulled her to sit down and prepare to order.
Although Lu Mengmeng was talking to her mother, her attention was always on that side, and she was listening with her ears perked up.
Mother Lu didn't care about this. She knew her daughter's thoughts best, and she was very pleased to see that her daughter cared so much about Ling Yingjun.
The meal was tasteless. Lu Mengmeng felt sour inside that she had no appetite at all.
Mother Lu ate a little bit and then kicked Lu Mengmeng, "Go back first! If you have any questions, ask them when you get home."
Ling Yingjun is having dinner with the girl now, so it’s not appropriate to disturb him.
Lu Mengmeng pouted and patted her kicked leg in dissatisfaction, "Mom, can you be a little gentler?"
She dresses gently and virtuously, but she touches me every time, what a shame!
Ignoring Lu Mengmeng's disgusted look, Lu's mother paid the bill and took her out of the restaurant.
On the way home, Lu Mengmeng was always absent-minded and even forgot about the update she was supposed to make tonight.
It was not until Lu Mengmeng subconsciously turned on the computer and clicked on the author group that she suddenly realized that she was home!
This feeling of being absent-minded was very bad. Lu Mengmeng secretly blamed herself. It was such a small matter, why did she become so absent-minded?
Patting her cheeks, Lu Mengmeng started chatting in the group.
Yes, it’s a casual chat, not typing.
When it comes to coding, I really can’t finish writing until the very end. Oh, there’s nothing I can do about it. I’m a terminal procrastinator!
The group was very lively, with 99+ messages appearing every minute. Lu Mengmeng looked at it for a long time before she understood what they were talking about.
Feng Miao: "By the way, you haven't eaten yet?"
Lu Mengmeng likes cats, so her pen name also contains the word "cat".
Fang Ying: "I've eaten it. We're discussing the difference between northern and southern cuisine."
Ying Yue: "By the way, Feng Miao, have you written anything yet? Aside from seeing you popping up in the morning, you probably wrote 10,000 words this afternoon, right?"
Feng Miao: "What the hell! My mother dragged me out shopping, and we spent the whole day there. My legs are almost broken! I just got home, and I haven't written a single word!"
Nong Hao: "How pitiful! I feel sorry for you!"
Ying Yue: "How pitiful! I sympathize with you! +1"
Fang Ying: "How pitiful! Sympathy! +1"
…
Looking at this row of screens, Lu Mengmeng couldn't help but sigh: "They are all repeaters!"
It's still early, there are still four and a half hours until twelve o'clock in the evening, so there's still time.
How about waiting until eight o'clock sharp before typing?
Well, let’s continue chatting in the group now!
It’s fun to chat in the online group, but it’s a crematorium when you’re typing.
I'm talking about authors like Lu Mengmeng, who are happy all day long and can't write a single word. Even if they write something, they are not satisfied with it and will delete it in the end.
Only at night does one's mental state become elevated, and with full concentration, one can complete writing in a very short time.
Of course, the quality of works produced under such high pressure is definitely not very good. It is definitely watery and has no practical content, which can easily cause fans to lose interest.
Procrastination is a crime you can’t afford.
This is a disease and needs to be treated!
Lu Mengmeng knew that she had this problem, but she felt lazy all over and didn't want to write a single word. She felt helpless.
After chatting until eight o'clock, Lu Mengmeng took a deep breath and decided to chat for another hour, just one hour, and she would definitely write on time at nine o'clock!
Meow! ???
Lu Mengmeng reached out and held the orange kitten that came into the house to beg for rubs, "Feng Miao, you've gained weight again!"
"Still talking about it? You're no worse than it!" Mother Lu suddenly rushed in and reached out to take Feng Miao away from Lu Mengmeng's hands.
Lu Mengmeng felt empty in her arms and couldn't help but sigh.
When I first wanted to get a cat, my mother refused to agree. But it turns out that my cat is really nice.
Take the present for example, my mother holds Feng Miao in her arms all day long and refuses to let go. I don’t even have the right to touch her, let alone feed her.
sigh!
After her mother slammed the door and left, Lu Mengmeng lost the mood to hang out in the group chat. She called a few friends in the group and prepared to start writing.
Lu Mengmeng likes fantasy novels because they are not as brain-intensive as classical Chinese novels, nor as boring as modern novels with their trivial family matters and overbearing CEOs.
In fact, she is not slow in writing books. The plot ideas are already in her mind, and she just needs to write them down.
All of this was achieved thanks to Ling Yingjun's urging, who taught her little by little how to write an outline and detailed outline.
With Ling Yingjun's help, Lu Mengmeng's progress was rapid. At least she knew much more than the average newbie.
When Lu Mengmeng started writing a book, it was because she knew that Ling Yingjun had applied for an editor position at Qidian that she registered an account and prepared to write the book.
Although it was just a matter of interest, after Lu Mengmeng really started to construct her own story, she also liked this feeling.
Several old gangsters in the group thought that Lu Mengmeng was a pseudonym of some old fox. In fact, Lu Mengmeng was really a complete newcomer.
Lu Mengmeng has already opened the backend of Qidian and started writing today.
Calabash Brothers, Calabash Brothers, seven melons on one vine...
This cell phone ringtone is always so abrupt.
Lu Mengmeng hurriedly took the phone out from under the quilt, and when she saw the name on the phone, her brows couldn't help but frown.
Ling Yingjun!
Thinking about what happened today, Lu Mengmeng became angry.
But at this time the phone kept ringing, and it was not easy to refuse directly, so I had no choice but to answer it.
"Where did you go today? Why didn't you update?" Ling Yingjun asked.
A cold voice came. Lu Mengmeng was angry at the moment and did not hear the anger in Ling Yingjun's tone.
In Lu Mengmeng's opinion, she is the one who should be angry. What is there for you, Ling Yingjun, to be angry about?
snort!
Lu Mengmeng hung up the phone with a snap, no, she pressed the hang-up button on the phone hard.
A mobile phone is not a landline, so it can't make a popping sound.
Lu Mengmeng raised her head proudly, "Call me again if you dare!"
Calabash Brothers, Calabash Brothers, seven melons on one vine...
As soon as Lu Mengmeng finished speaking, the phone rang again.
This time, Lu Mengmeng answered the call slowly, but she learned her lesson and didn't hold the phone too close to her ear.
Sure enough, Ling Yingjun's roar came from the other end of the phone: "Lu Mengmeng! Open the door!"
Open the door! Meow?
Lu Mengmeng jumped up from the bed, and her computer and cell phone fell to the ground and scattered all over the floor.
"What are you doing? You're so clumsy!" came the voice of Lu's mother.
Lu Mengmeng stuck out her tongue. "Nothing! Ling Yingjun is here. I'll go open the door."
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