Chapter 1767 Staying up Late Is a Bad Behavior

Yao Ziyan was completely speechless about Luo Chuan's timing method. She felt that it was purely because a boss had a lazy cancer attack and wanted to rest for a few more days.

The recent changes in Luochuan are obvious to all, and many customers are privately discussing whether he has been stimulated.

Of course Yao Ziyan will not interfere with Luo Chuan's decision. She has a very clear understanding of her identity. The clerk of the origin store can at most complain about it.

The breakfast ended in a casual conversation between the two, and the business of the Origin Mall was also announced.

East of the city, a small courtyard somewhere.

Lin Wanshuang just got up, stretched out in front of the sun, took a deep breath of the fresh morning air, and her spiritual power began to operate autonomously.

"Wan Shuang got up a little late today."

Not far away, Wei Qingzhu had just finished practicing in the early morning. Morning is the time when the spiritual power of heaven and earth is the purest. Many practitioners will not miss this moment.

"I didn't pay attention to the time when writing novels, and I slept relatively late."

Lin Wanshuang smiled and rubbed her forehead. Lack of sleep can easily affect her mental state. She felt that her head was a little dizzy, and she hadn't woken up.

Wei Qingzhu came to Lin Wanshuang and held Lin Wanshuang's cheeks to take a close look, until the latter's face turned red before she said in a regretful tone, "Look at yourself, you have dark circles under your eyes."

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After finally breaking free, Lin Wanshuang subconsciously touched the underside of her eyes when she heard these words, she couldn't believe it, "Really?"

"Really." Wei Qingzhu nodded confidently.

Lin Wanshuang looked a little troubled, her originally drowsy head suddenly became a lot more energetic, even a cultivator was very concerned about his own image.

I found a mirror-like object out of nowhere, and held it in front of me to examine it carefully, as if I wanted to determine the extent of the dark circles under my eyes.

"Don't stay up late anymore... By the way, do you think the boss's store will launch products that improve skin?"

Wei Qingzhu's eyes twitched, but she didn't realize what Lin Wanshuang was talking about for a while, she just shrugged: "Maybe there is, after all, it's a 'mall', so it's not surprising that there are any products."

In the following time, the two discussed in detail the topic of originating goods in the mall.

"By the way, where's Qiuying?" Wei Qingzhu finally remembered another friend of his own, "Why haven't you gotten up yet? Stay up late writing novels like you?"

"She?" Lin Wanshuang finally stopped worrying about her dark circles, "Don't talk about staying up late to write novels, it would be good to maintain the original update speed."

As the author of "The Bard and the Prince of Elf City", Song Qiuying has a large number of readers.

However, as we all know, the group of authors is the most prone to lazy cancer. They will always find various excuses for themselves to delay the change, and euphemistically call it "take a leave of absence".

Things like "I need to go out to do errands today", "I have a break for my birthday celebration", "A friend came over for dinner", etc. These are the most basic reasons for asking for leave.

More advanced points will have more specific excuses, "the family has to temporarily stop the blind date", "the idea is exhausted and you need to go out to collect materials", so it is the advanced type.

A certain boss has reached the highest level, which is simply the degree to which he can do whatever he wants.

Whoops, far away.

"Are you talking about me?"

A weak voice came from behind the two of them. Lin Wanshuang and Wei Qingzhu looked back and were shocked. Their long hair was loose, their clothes were messy, and the dark circles on their faces were several degrees deeper than Lin Wanshuang's.

"You... what did you do last night?" Wei Qingzhu was stunned.

"Read the novel." Song Qiuying suddenly became more energetic when he mentioned this topic, "There are so many interesting novels, I can't sleep without seeing the next plot!"

Wei Qingzhu was quite speechless: "You are about to die."

"Are you sure you don't want to go to bed for a while?" Lin Wanshuang asked with concern. She has a gentle personality and plays a sister-like role among the three.

"Don't sleep." Song Qiuying shook her head again and again, and suddenly thought of something, "By the way, when I was looking for a new book on my magic phone last night, I saw a very interesting book."

Wei Qingzhu and Lin Wanshuang were interested.

As a team of writers transformed from a mercenary team, they are very interested in information such as novels, and they will deliberately collect this information on weekdays.

"This is it."

Song Qiuying took out the magic phone, tapped on the screen a few times, and handed it to the two of them.

Wei Qingzhu took it subconsciously, and Lin Wanshuang also came over curiously.

"This cover... It's so strange, I got goosebumps." Wei Qingzhu looked at the cover displayed on the screen of the magic phone, and couldn't help touching her fair and clean arm.

A strange black fog with an unknown diameter was entrenched there, surrounded by a strange and beautiful void space, and the bright light strips were all over the place, forming an extremely sharp contrast with the black fog.

It's just a picture, but it seems to contain extremely strange power. It makes people feel uncomfortable at first glance, and it has the most instinctive rejection from life.

"The Diary of the Last Dean..." Lin Wanshuang whispered the words on the cover, "What a strange name."

"Diary? There are more and more types of novels on the magic phone now." Wei Qingzhu quickly got rid of the influence of the cover, and at the same time complained.

"What does this final headmaster mean?" Lin Wanshuang asked suddenly.

"I don't know." Song Qiuying shook his head, combing

With messy hair, "Maybe it is some kind of special identity. The novel has not explained this in detail."

"Have you seen it?" Wei Qingzhu returned the magic phone to Song Qiuying.

"Of course I've seen it." Song Qiuying rolled her eyes, thinking that Wei Qingzhu was talking nonsense, "If you haven't seen it, why tell the two of you, Wan Shuang will cook soon, I'm so hungry."

"Okay." Lin Wanshuang responded with a smile, "What would you like to eat?"

"Mapo tofu, steamed wings, crystal elbows, diced pork with chili sauce, steamed pork ribs..." Song Qiuying began to sign up the dishes.

"It's alright, alright." Lin Wanshuang couldn't help rolling her eyes, "Is it something I saw in the cooking tutorial again? I can't, I want to cook it myself."

"The key is that neither can I." Song Qiuying blinked, looking pitiful.

"It doesn't work to be cute." Lin Wanshuang stood up, "What do you want to eat? There are so many demands."

"Hey, didn't you ask me what I want to eat?" Song Qiuying widened her eyes.

"I just asked casually, who knew that you actually took it seriously."

Song Qiuying stared blankly at Lin Wanshuang walking into the kitchen. After a long time, she recovered: "Wanshuang has changed a lot. Was it influenced by those customers on the magic phone? Her personality was not like this before."

"Didn't you change a lot too? Back then, you hated staying up late." Wei Qingzhu said with a smile, "Always the one with the best mental state of the three of us."

(End of this chapter)

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