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I had lunch in the afternoon.
Everyone returned to their dormitory.
Su Chen turned on his computer and casually said:
"Thirteen, that thesis doesn't need to be too good, just enough to pass the defense."
"..."
Su Chen was taken aback.
Then he remembered that Bi Shisan had gone to work with Lu Qiaochuan.
He smiled helplessly.
Habits are really hard to break.
Yu Hao, sitting next to him, chuckled, "Su Chen, it seems that without Thirteen, you're probably the one who's most upset."
"Haha, that's right." Xiao Haiyang tilted his head back: "I didn't realize it when Thirteen was around, but I only found out after he left that it seems like Thirteen helped tidy up everything that Su Chen needed to do."
"With him gone, Su Chen has lost a capable wife!"
Su Chen rolled her eyes: "Have you ever seen a good wife who charges a fee?"
"That's your own fault," Yu Hao chuckled softly from the side.
He turned to look at Lu Qiaochuan's bed.
Above now.
The bedding had all disappeared, leaving only a bare bed frame.
A strange pang of sadness welled up in my nose.
Turn around.
Focus your attention on the computer in front of you.
This way, he won't remember that there are few people in the dormitory.
A huge five-person room.
now.
Only three people remained.
......
Because there were no classes or exams.
Their lives thereafter were very uneventful.
However, beneath this ordinariness...
Hidden within is a touch of sadness.
The number of people on the entire floor is decreasing day by day.
The corridor was no longer as lively as it used to be.
this day.
Su Chen was still watching TV.
The phone rang.
Click to take a look.
"Zhuge Dali? What does she want with me...?"
Su Chen was taken aback.
I think I promised her I would open a book after the start of the semester.
However, he completely forgot about it as soon as he got back.
Listen to the phone ringing.
Su Chen hung up without hesitation.
[Resentment level from Zhuge Dali: 111!]
Su Chen's eyelids twitched.
really.
This guy is just here to push things along.
"Su Chen, who called? I'm too scared to answer." Yu Hao asked curiously from the side, "Is someone asking for money?"
"Those who borrowed money are fine," Su Chen said helplessly. "But those who came to urge me to finish my manuscript, my editor-in-chief assigned me another editor, saying that they would be in charge of my new book."
"Su Chen, it's been so long, when are you going to release your new book?"
Xiao Haiyang turned around and looked at him: "Didn't you finish writing it? Hurry up and send it!"
"I..."
Before I could finish speaking, my phone kept beeping with notifications.
resignedly.
Open the phone screen.
The above are all WeChat information.
[Zhuge Dali: To capture the spirit of my writing, please cooperate with my work.]
[Zhuge Dali: You are the only author I'm responsible for, please don't make things difficult for me, thank you.]
【…】
Just by looking at the screen, Su Chen could feel the frustration of the person on the other end.
resignedly.
Log in to WeChat on your computer.
Drag your prepared document into the folder.
[Su Chen: The novel [New Book.docx] is finished. Please review it, editor.]
772: Zhuge Dali's Notes, New Book Uploaded (Thank you for subscribing)
772: Zhuge Dali's Notes, New Book Uploaded (Thank you for subscribing).
Magic City.
Girls' dormitory.
Zhuge Dali was looking at her phone with a worried expression.
The editor-in-chief gave him the most outstanding author on the entire site and told him that her task was to keep an eye on this person's manuscripts.
She also watched the live stream of Qirui's last annual meeting.
My first impression of this author was quite good.
I had thought that this biggest procrastinator on the internet had finally reformed.
Unexpectedly, after I took over, this guy's procrastination resurfaced.
They declined for various reasons.
"An inauspicious start."
Zhuge Dali's beautiful face was slightly wrinkled.
She is not someone who gives up easily.
When problems arise, they must be solved.
Thinking of this, she reached into her notebook and wrote: "The authors are too prone to being uncooperative; we need to find their weaknesses and use that to motivate them."
If other authors knew that this ruthless, demanding author was driven to write by the pen, they would be surprised to learn that this "devil" was actually driven to write by the pen.
They'll probably all send Su Chen razor blades.
at this time.
The phone rings.
The above is a document.
Zhuge Dali looked at the following words and chuckled: "This 'capturing the spirit through writing' is quite interesting. It's clearly finished, but it's not being published."
"Do we really have to wait for the editor to urge us to update?"
"And they even made me send it on a schedule, which is really...interesting."
If this happened to other authors or editors, they would probably have started cursing.
However, Zhuge Dali found this situation merely amusing.
after all.