It’s just that the character settings in the novel he read recently were a little poor, which always made people feel that the reading was not interesting enough.
He put down the crochet hook in his hand, stood up and made a cup of tea. While waiting for the tea to soak in, he started reading the comments.
Suddenly one of them attracted my attention.
"...The author's writing style is actually quite good. If the setting could be as exciting as Mrs. Sweet and Sour Fish, it would be a masterpiece."
Mrs. Sweet and Sour Fish seemed to be a big shot. Her comment triggered a lot of like-minded people to leave comments below.
"That lady writes really well. The latest collection of stories is so good, but the updates are super, super slow..."
"It has been exactly twelve days, fifteen hours, thirty-six minutes, and forty-two seconds since her last update."
"I hate why I got into this in the first place, otherwise I wouldn't be scratching my head every day waiting for updates."
"I went to see it because of its reputation, but I found out that there was no meal replacement after watching it. What should I do? I couldn't continue watching it."
"Me too. This dull state has lasted for a long time. Everything I watch feels like I'm just killing time. Please, Mr. Sweet and Sour Fish, please update another episode. I'm going to rush for more."
Xu Qingheng was intrigued by the comments section. How beautiful could it be to be worth such a reaction? He asked about the software and account below.
Perhaps out of concern that the newbie would suffer as much as they did after getting into the game, the veterans who were already stuck in the pit diligently told him that Mrs. Sweet and Sour Fish had many "bad habits."
Unstable updates are just one of the minor issues. She also has a bad habit of updating very briefly and stopping mid-sentence to write something else...
They hated it, but there was nothing they could do. They could only hold their empty bowls and beg for food from their wives' accounts every day.
Xu Qingheng did not back down because of their advice. He was skeptical. First, he felt that what the other party wrote might not be as exaggerated as they said. Second, he felt that if it was really that good, it would not be a loss to read it. The more he read, the more he would earn.
So he searched for the account, clicked on the other party's homepage, and started reading from the first article.
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The old-fashioned clock on the wall ticked slowly, and an hour slipped away quietly.
Xu Qingheng stared at his phone in fascination, wishing he could live in the world created by words for the rest of his life.
His mood fluctuated with the plot, sometimes he was happy, sometimes he sighed, sometimes he laughed uncontrollably and sometimes he was heartbroken. He had just seen the climax when the story ended again.
He couldn't wait to return to the homepage to look for the next article, only to find that this article ended here and he saw the latest part.
No more?
He refreshed his phone screen in disbelief, almost rubbing sparks off it, but no new article appeared.
How can this be!
He was like a young wife who married into a wealthy family from a mountain village just to have enough food. She only ate a few bites to fill her stomach during the wedding reception process. When she finally got her veil lifted and wanted to have a big meal, her evil mother-in-law reached out and grabbed all the food on the table, saying that he would look better if he ate less.
Xu Qingheng felt extremely uncomfortable and wanted to hug the sweater she had just knitted halfway and wipe away her tears.
He just read it. How could she only write so little? He silently calculated the time. She hadn't updated for 12:17:30:28 seconds...
He stared at the screen of his mobile phone for more than ten minutes, unable to catch his breath, but the new chapter did not appear. In order to distract himself from his impatience, he could only read it again from the beginning.
No one could stand the experience of an abrupt end. Xu Qingheng started reading again, and at the same time, she felt a mixture of love and hatred. She decided that this time she must read it very carefully, and it would be best if she could find some grammatical errors or typos, so as to criticize her for not updating for so long...
Half an hour later, the bell that was originally set to feed the cat water rang, waking him up.
He was extremely desperate. How could someone write so beautifully? He forgot all about the grammatical errors and typos.
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Xu Qingheng has been absent-minded these days. She couldn't concentrate on knitting and even pricked her fingers. She also lost her usual focus in class, refreshing her mind every few minutes on average.
The academic master who rarely even touches his mobile phone suddenly became like this, and everyone who noticed was surprised.
Yu Huan's roommate Wu Mianmian whispered to her secretly, guessing that Xu Qingheng must be in a relationship, which is why she checked her phone so frequently.
Yu Huan thought, in fact, it was not the case. She was also so anxious when waiting for the PV of the game.
That day, Yu Huan and her classmates only had one elective class in the morning, so they made an appointment to go out and play together.
It’s just that the store they were going to opened late, so there was no need to rush. After the first class, they sat in the classroom for a while.
Yu Huan showed Mianmian the new theme she had bought, which decorated her phone interface beautifully. When Mianmian took her phone away, Yu Huan took Mianmian's phone and played with it.
She knew Wu Mianmian's password, so she could play with her phone as she pleased. Wu Mianmian also looked through her phone. There was nothing between the two of them that could not be seen.
"Why do you have so many unread messages?" Wu Mianmian clicked into the app and saw the bright red 99 Plus. She couldn't help but wonder, "Why are there so many likes and comments?"
Yu Huan boredly pressed his face against his arm and muttered, "Maybe it's because this app has a lot of traffic. Whatever I post will get likes."
Wu Mianmian thought about the post with only three likes that she had already made private, and silently refuted it in her heart, saying that it was not true.
She flipped through the content Yu Huan posted. "It's well written. So many people read it."
My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!
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