Chapter 196 Except for Xiao Ji, no one can do anything to this girl
noon……
Bai Lianwan had just finished her meal and felt a little dizzy. She said hello to Xia Zhonggeng and went upstairs to take a nap.
Fortunately, she doesn't have classes today. She can stay at home and rest for a day. She should be better tomorrow.
After returning to the second floor and entering the bedroom, Bai Lianwan slowly climbed onto the bed and lay directly on Bunny, falling asleep.
At this time, Xia Zhonggeng was about to wash the dishes, but suddenly remembered that his little granddaughter had not taken her medicine yet. He immediately put down what he was doing and went to boil water to make the medicine.
Soon, he went upstairs with the glass in his hand.
Arriving at Bai Lianwan's room, Xia Zhonggeng raised his hand and knocked on her door.
"Wanwan, take the medicine before going to bed."
Bai Lianwan heard Xia Zhonggeng's words outside the door, raised her head with great effort, and replied lightly, "I'm sleepy, Grandpa."
After drinking one cup in the morning, she felt worse than having a cold, and she didn't want to drink anymore.
Anyway, it's just a cold, it will pass if you endure it.
Outside the door, Xia Zhonggeng was not surprised at all when he heard Bai Lianwan's answer.
Apart from Xiao Ji, no one else can do anything to this girl.
But Xiao Ji also has to go to class. We can’t ask him to supervise this girl taking medicine every day, right?
Besides, he already has a girlfriend, so it’s not practical to ask him to come over every day to supervise Wanwan taking medicine.
But he was also afraid that his granddaughter's cold would get worse, which was really a difficult situation.
Bai Lianwan came out without taking medicine, and Xia Zhonggeng had no choice but to say to the door, "If you still feel uncomfortable later and don't want to go to the hospital, I will call a family doctor for you."
"Um."
Bai Lianwan's faint response came from the room.
Xia Zhonggeng sighed, put the glass on the coffee table in the living room on the second floor, and walked downstairs.
As soon as I got to the first floor, I heard a cell phone ringing.
It was his cell phone ringing on the TV cabinet.
Xia Zhonggeng quickly walked to the TV cabinet in the living room, picked up his phone, and was slightly stunned.
It’s Xiaocheng, his second grandson.
Xia Zhonggeng murmured and picked up the phone, "Xiaocheng."
Soon, a young voice came from the other end of the phone, "Grandpa, is it time for dinner?"
Xia Zhonggeng laughed and said, "I ate, why did you call me suddenly?"
The young man smiled and said, "Of course I miss you getting old."
"What? Is the company not busy anymore?" Xia Zhonggeng asked with a smile in his eyes.
Ever since his nasty son-in-law founded some kind of novel reading company for his second grandson to manage two years ago, the kid has had almost no time to come over.
Otherwise, among the three brothers, the second one was the one who came here most often.
"I'm not busy anymore. Everything is stable now, so I plan to go back to Jiangcheng to see you and grandma when I'm free, and of course, Wanwan."
When Xia Zhonggeng heard his grandson's words, his mood became not so good again.
After all, his little granddaughter hasn't recovered from her cold yet.
But it is not appropriate to tell Xiaocheng now. If I tell him, the kid will probably drop his company work and fly back without saying a word. Then who knows how he will be scolded by his hateful son-in-law.
Thinking of this, Xia Zhonggeng continued, "When are you free to come over?"
The other party hesitated for a moment and said, "It should be ready in another week. I'm currently signing cooperation contracts with several other reading companies. I'll come to see you once they're completed."
"Okay, I'll prepare a table full of delicious food for you then." Xia Zhonggeng said with a smile.
Finally I get to meet his busy grandson.
"Okay, I'm craving it just thinking about it. I haven't eaten it in a while." The other party said, then changed the subject, "Then I'll give Wanwan another call. This girl is really something. If I don't contact her, it feels like she will forget about me, her second brother."
Xia Zhonggeng hurriedly said, "No, she's taking a nap right now. When she wakes up, I'll tell her not to disturb Wanwan's sleep."
The young man paused, "Okay, Grandpa."
They have been accustomed to Xia Zhonggeng's special favoritism towards their younger sister since they were young.
The grandfather and grandson continued chatting for a while before ending the call.
Putting the phone back on the TV cabinet, Xia Zhonggeng's refined eyes showed something meaningful.
Although his hateful son-in-law and in-laws are very unpleasant, the three children are indeed very well educated.
However, no matter how excellent they are, these children are extremely busy on weekdays and we rarely see them throughout the year.
His little apprentice is better. He lives nearby and can take time to come and accompany him from time to time.
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at the same time.
School dormitory.
Ji Chen has already discussed with Fan Zhuo the process of publishing novels on the website.
It just so happens that Tomato Reading, where Fan Zhuo is currently serializing his novels, has a short story category where short stories ranging from 3,000 to 200,000 words can be uploaded.
The one Ji Chen was going to write was just over 3,000 words, which was just the right amount to get started.
The short story category is relatively unpopular, especially unpopular. However, although this company has only been established for more than two years, the number of readers has exceeded 150 million, and the reader base is quite large, so as long as the story is attractive enough, it should be possible to complete the task within five days.
"Old Ji, get ready. I'm about to start. I'll code slowly and wait for you. It may be slow at the beginning, so don't be impatient." Fan Zhuo sat in front of the computer and spoke to Ji Chen.
"Okay." Ji Chen responded to Fan Zhuo and moved the mouse to the room where he and Fan Zhuo were using the spelling software. He clicked "Ready." "Okay, you don't have to wait for me later. Aren't you going to thank your readers and fans today?"
Fan Zhuo thought for a moment and said, "Okay, then I'll fight faster later. After all, I promised that if I don't fight for ten thousand a day, I'll be a dog. Sigh."
After Fan Zhuo finished speaking, he looked at Ji Chen again and said, "Then I'll click to start."
"good."
After that, they clicked the mouse at the dining table, and then they sat down at their respective desks and officially started typing.
Originally, Fan Zhuo usually wrote on this software with his author friends, similar to playing King of Glory together.
However, when typing on this software, a group of people compete to improve their typing speed, so that they can encourage and motivate each other.
Fan Zhuo planned to go with Ji Chen today, but was afraid that those tentacle monster authors would scare Ji Chen, a newbie, so he decided to code with him.
Ji Chen started writing right away:
When it comes to the old monk Chan Chi's nose, everyone in this area knows it. It's five or six inches long, extending from his upper lip to his chin. It's the same thickness at the top and bottom, like a long, thin sausage hanging down the middle of his face...
Ji Chen had already finished writing a paragraph, and Fan Zhuo, who was still racking his brains over the content of today's dog food, cast a surprised look at him.
"Fuck! Old Ji, how come your hand speed is faster than a single guy like me?"
Ji Chen didn't stop typing, his eyes still fixed on the computer screen. He smiled and said, "It's okay. I think the speed of typing has nothing to do with the speed of my hands, but the speed of my brain."
Fan Zhuo types slowly, probably because he is still thinking about the plot and details in his brain, which causes him and even many other authors to write more slowly.
After all, he has a super memory, and all the contents of the novel have appeared in his mind. Now he just needs to type it out, which is much faster.
Fan Zhuo was so envious of Ji Chen who could answer his questions while typing that he almost cried, and quickly turned back to typing.
Otherwise, it would be so embarrassing if Ji Chen, a newbie, overtook me.
After briefly speaking to Fan Zhuo, Ji Chen continued to type, his fingertips moving across the keyboard as he quickly typed out rows of text.
[The common people felt sorry for the old monk Chanzhi and said that it was a good thing that he did not stay in the secular world, because in their opinion, with his nose, no woman would be willing to marry him.
Some even said that he became a monk just because of his nose. However, the old monk did not think that his troubles caused by his nose were reduced after he became a monk.
His self-esteem was so easily hurt that he would not be affected by the concrete fact of whether he could get married or not. So the old monk tried to restore his self-esteem from both positive and negative aspects...
Less than an hour.
Ji Chen finally surpassed Fan Zhuo and typed out the novel "Nose" of more than 3,000 words.
I created the account "Nanfeng" as soon as possible, then clicked upload, published, and waited for review.
At this time, Fan Zhuodu had only typed 1,500 words.
Seeing that Ji Chen had written more than 3,000 words in the spelling room, which was far more than his, he was almost in tears.
This is the real tentacle monster, okay!
After complaining in his heart, Fan Zhuo stopped typing on the keyboard, turned to look at Ji Chen, and asked, "Aren't you going to code anymore?"
Ji Chen picked up the thermos beside him and drank two sips of water before looking at Fan Zhuo. "I'm done."
"What? Only 3,000 words? Isn't your short story too short?"
Ji Chen remained noncommittal. "Yes, it's already been uploaded. I checked. Tomato Reading requires a minimum of 3,000 words for a short story. Otherwise, I can trim this short story down to 2,000 words."
And Ji Chen likes short ones, the shorter the better.
After all, in addition to completing the task, he still has a lot of things to do.
After hearing what Ji Chen said, Fan Zhuo was too tired to complain.
Sure enough, this guy really just wrote it for fun.
But after all, Ji Chen is also his good buddy, a writer who has written 2 million words and accumulated many loyal readers and fans.
He felt it was necessary to give Ji Chen some PY, and give him a chapter promotion or something, to increase his popularity and let Ji Chen experience the feeling of being an author with readers. After all, the short story category is particularly unpopular, and Ji Chen's story is only more than 3,000 words, so it is even less likely to be popular.
Thinking of this, Fan Zhuo looked at Ji Chen and said, "Old Ji, once your review is passed, I'll update a chapter and promote it for you in my novel, okay?"
When Ji Chen heard Fan Zhuo's words, he was slightly stunned when he covered the cup with water.
Ji Chen screwed the lid of the thermos cup on and said with a smile, "Okay, give me some push, and I'll treat you to a good meal when I have time."
"You're welcome, Old Ji. It's just a small favor. If you meet a nice girl in the future, remember to introduce her to me first!"
Ji Chen smiled and said, "No problem."
He had just looked at Fan Zhuo's writer's background, and tens of thousands of people read it every day.
After all, this mission is a bit difficult, and it would be great if we could attract traffic and increase popularity. Anyway, the system doesn't say that we can't take shortcuts to attract traffic.
System: "Host, you are really cowardly."
Soon, Ji Chen's novel was reviewed and published on the platform.
Fan Zhuo also updated a chapter as soon as possible and gave a thumbs up to Ji Chen's hard-working chapter in the article to support his new roommate's first work.
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