Chapter 583 Pet Shop Night

The fluorescence of the computer reflected π's face, and the pince-nez shone with the luster of an unknown metal.

It moves lightly, pressing the keyboard letter by letter, for fear of disturbing others' rest. The speed of pressing the keys cannot keep up with the speed of thinking, which will inevitably slow down the progress of writing, but this is also helpless.

In the dead of night, even the sound of the laptop's fan was particularly ear-piercing. From time to time, π glanced sideways in the direction of the bedroom to see if it disturbed Zhang Zian and the other elves.

After Zhang Zian and the snow lion made a fuss for a while, the room returned to silence. Richard, who would definitely join in the fun at this time, was unfortunately unable to participate because of night blindness.

Lao Cha has been sleeping soundly, with an indifferent expression as if the mountain collapsed and his face remained unchanged.

Xinghai just looked at it, then closed his eyes again, and lay safely in the crib, bathed in the soft moonlight.

π and Fina met their gazes, and quickly moved away.

Fina, who had had enough sleep during the day, felt no sleepiness at night, and her green eyes scanned the room majestically.

Fei Max was still not asleep, tossing and turning on the blanket, looking forward to the grand occasion when the movie was released. There was a night light on it, which provided some dim light.

When I came to the pet shop, π has gradually gotten used to such nights—almost every day before falling asleep, there will be a certain elf tossing about, usually one of Snow Lion and Richard, as if it is some kind of falling asleep ritual.

π tried not to pay attention to Fina's awe-inspiring gaze, and concentrated on the screen in front of him, thinking about the next plot.

After a while, the time in the lower right corner of the screen changed to 23 o'clock.

π suddenly felt relieved, firstly because it was almost finishing today's chapter, and secondly because Fina's sight disappeared.

Snow Lion began to chatter, Old Tea let out a slight snoring sound from time to time, Femas kicked his legs as if he had a nightmare, but he didn't wake up.

From then on, it is the real night of the pet shop.

As the only sober elf on the second floor, π inexplicably felt a sense of relief.

It yawned, took off the pince-nez, rubbed its sore eyes, and put it on again. The handwriting on the screen didn't change much, because the glasses don't have prescriptions, and the glasses are only used to read unnamed books clearly.

In fact, π doesn’t want to stay up all night, but for some reason, his thoughts are always extraordinarily smooth in the dead of night, and the plots that are puzzling during the day can be understood at night, just like a famous saying – inspiration and ghosts are always the same. Is like to come and go at night.

When π yawned for the second time, it finished writing today's chapter and uploaded it.

When uploading a new chapter, it is inevitable to see the number of collectors of the novel - 58 people. The excitement of being immersed in the past story was suddenly hit.

Some authors like to write words of communication at the end of chapters, but π never does this because it doesn't know if anyone is reading its novel. Although there are 58 collectors, it thinks that these people should all see the title of the book by chance and add it to the bookshelf without reading it. The empty book review area is the best proof.

It moved the mouse to the "Publish" button, but didn't press it. As if suddenly thinking of something, it wrote in the "Author's Testimonials" area at the end of the chapter: I don't know if anyone is reading this novel and seeing this line Can my friends say something in the book review area?

After finishing writing, it quickly pressed the "publish" button as if afraid of regretting itself.

Will anyone speak tomorrow?

It doesn't have any hope for this, and always feels that its heart has turned into a cold stone, which is constantly falling in the endless void.

π closes the Word document, then the computer, takes off the pince-nez and puts it on the unnamed book, and jumps into the wicker chair in the hanging basket.

Even though it has tried its best to lighten its movements, the hanging basket wicker chair still made a slight creaking sound and swayed slightly back and forth, after all, this is how it was designed.

π held his breath nervously, pricked up his ears, and listened to the noises in the room.

Old Tea's snoring paused for a while, and then sounded again, while the sleep of the other elves didn't seem to be affected.

π exhaled lightly, and finally he could close his eyes and sleep peacefully, at least he hoped that he could have a good dream in his sleep.

However, things backfired.

As soon as it closes its eyes, Word documents and the plot written today appear in front of its eyes, and the events that happened before it came to the pet shop are shown in turn like a revolving lantern.

Interesting!

It smiled with its eyes closed, it would be great if I could come earlier.

After a while, the exact time is unclear, probably around 11:30, when π, who was still asleep, suddenly heard a slight rustling sound from the direction of the bedroom.

Is Snow Lion trying to tease Zhang Zian again? Anyway, it was too late, if they woke up Fina again, Fina would be furious.

π opened his eyes and looked over there, but unexpectedly he didn't see Snow Lion's big blue eyes, but saw the light of Zhang Zian's phone screen.

Is he still asleep so late? Or just to check the time?

He did glance at the time, then turned his neck, as if he was going to look in the direction of the desk, π quickly retracted his head into the hanging basket.

After a while, it poked its head out again and saw that Zhang Zian was still holding the phone. The mobile phone screen has become the main source of light in the room, so he probably doesn't notice that π in the dark is watching him.

After Zhang Zian lay down, he didn't fall asleep. On the one hand, he was guarding against the snow lion's night attack, and on the other hand, he wanted to wait for π to fall asleep before going to sleep. He heard the sound of the computer fan disappear, wanted to sleep, but lost his sleepiness, lay on the bed for a while, and simply picked up the phone.

He started the Qidian app, found some books with about 100,000 to 200,000 words, especially those with better grades, and quickly browsed the beginning.

To tell the truth, most of the books are completely incomprehensible to him, they are very white and illogical, maybe he is past the age of reading such books, but he knows that if he wants to improve and succeed, he must focus on learning from others Instead of pointing fingers at other people's shortcomings, he still tried his best to read on with patience and perseverance.

The room is very quiet, and the breathing sounds of the elves are all around, which makes people feel at ease.

The drowsiness that had been lost hit him in bursts while reading these books. He dozed off unconsciously several times, the hand holding the phone sank, then woke up suddenly, and continued to read.

Time passed slowly, and it was already past 1 o'clock at night.

He knew that he should go to bed, otherwise he would be very sleepy during the day tomorrow, he told himself repeatedly - he would sleep after reading the next book, but he continued to read one after another...

He only reads the first 100,000 words of each novel, and the first 100,000 words are only forty or fifty chapters, and he browses at a very fast speed. shining point.

Compared with the main text, he actually prefers to read the testimonials written by these authors inside and outside the chapters. Whether it is thanks or complaints, he seems to have witnessed their mental journey during the writing process, especially those authors who are depressed. They who have never met have a sense of sympathy.

After reading a book, he was so sleepy that he couldn't stand it. He looked at the time on his phone. It was already past 2 o'clock in the night, and there were only four hours left before waking up. He was going to be sleepy tomorrow... why don't you go to bed first? ?

However, there was only one book left on the bookshelf. After hesitating for half a second, he decided to read this book before going to bed. It must be due to obsessive-compulsive disorder.

This is an urban novel called "Diplomat from Underworld". Half a month ago, there are currently less than 200,000 words, but the collection is close to 10,000. Presumably this novel must have something extraordinary.

Anyway, there was only this one left, so he forced himself to click on this novel.

The content of the novel is probably about the protagonist being reborn for some reason. Not only is he reborn, he also has an extra system in his mind that can deal with ghosts. The system issued mission rewards and equipment to him, asking him to kill evil spirits and villains... Anyway, that's what it meant.

The wording and sentence making of this novel are a bit awkward, and there are many typos, but it is not boring at all. He read it chapter by chapter, and saw that by the time it was nearly 3 o'clock at night, he had read 50 chapters and about 100,000 words. When he reads this number of words in other novels, he has already changed to the next one, but there is only this novel left, and he decided to read ten more chapters, because he has not found the bright spot of this novel. If there is no bright spot, how did it get it? successful?

If he went to sleep after reading ten more chapters and still couldn't find a bright spot, he made up his mind that he couldn't stay up late anymore.

When reading Chapter 57, Zhang Zian's finger that kept swiping the pages suddenly stopped.

The author made a complaint at the end of Chapter 57, to the effect that he had been writing for a month, but his grades were still dismal, and one sentence in particular touched Zhang Zian deeply—"I have been preparing this book for a long time, so please don't In terms of face, I want to become a god, and I am not reconciled if my child is not recognized or even given a chance."

From this sentence, Zhang Zian could feel the resentment in the author's heart, and at the same time, it made him curious - when the author wrote Chapter 57, his grades were very poor, but his current grades are very good. What happened in the middle?

He read on.

The answer is revealed after only two chapters.

At the end of Chapter 59, the author wrote in his testimonials——“How should I put it, my mood has been ups and downs all day, to be precise, since yesterday morning, after talking with Morning Gorilla Star in the comment area, I put My book has been added to the book list, because he has many friends and many people follow his book list, so my book has been seen by more people... There are many list owners who added to my book list, thank you. "

what's the situation?

Zhang Zian's heart skipped a beat. This was the second time he saw the word "book list". The first time was in the Wanghai Pavilion forum. Advertising is useful.

From frustrated to high-spirited, it only took two short chapters?

He was not in the mood to browse the plots that he was not interested in, and quickly turned the page back. When he saw Chapter 84, the book already had 5,000 collections, while Chapter 59 was less than 1,000.

In just 25 chapters, the sea has changed.

It turned out to be like this... The book list is really a thing that can turn decay into magic, allowing more people to read your novels. But... If you want the owner of the book list to pay attention to your novel and add your novel to the book list, you need to advertise in the book list first.

What exactly is a book list, and why does it have such a strong magic power?

This person called "Morning Gorilla Star" is probably a single master?

Zhang Zian's mind was a little confused due to extreme sleepiness. He stared at the dark ceiling and thought for a while, but he still couldn't think of any clues. Why don't he study it after waking up tomorrow.

Afraid that he would forget about it when he woke up tomorrow, he bookmarked Chapter 59, then stuffed his phone under the pillow, closed his eyes with peace of mind, and soon fell asleep.

After the screen of the mobile phone was turned off, the room was once again shrouded in darkness, and the only artificial light source was the dim night light around Famous.

Zhang Zian was very careful while reading the book. He thought that he didn't make any noise and would not disturb the sleep of the elves, but in fact, some elves had woken up before, and another elf never slept.

For several hours, π watched him in the dark. Its eyes are not like the eyes of Xinghai, Feina, Laocha and Snow Lion, which shine in the dark due to the existence of reflective film at the bottom of the eyes, and they are not blind in the dark like Richard. Didn't notice it.

It exposed a small half of its head from the side of the hanging basket, saw a few pairs of eyes flickering and extinguishing, saw Zhang Zian's brows wrinkled and stretched under the light of the mobile phone screen, and saw the moonlight quietly changing angles in the room.

It’s time to go to bed—it wanted to remind Zhang Zian many times before that it’s time to go to bed, and you have to get up so early tomorrow, and after you get up, you have to do heavy cleaning work, go to the bank to get a loan, and go to the construction site The team discusses the decoration of the shoe store, and you have to deal with all kinds of tricky customers... If you don't get enough sleep, you will be very sleepy.

But it didn't say it, because it can't speak, and the computer is off, and it can't type... But the more important reason is that it needs to bite its own wrist to keep it from crying.

Why?

Wouldn't it be good to just say "give up"? Isn't that simpler?

There are many more important things you need to worry about, such as Xinghai who is still afraid of people, Fina who hides her thoughts, Laocha who is getting old, Snow Lion who always likes to play tricks on you, Richard who doesn’t want to love anymore, For example, Phimas struggling in another world...

Why spend time on a novel that is doomed to fail?

Why...wasting time on me?

π's canine teeth have already bitten four deep teeth marks on his arm, he retracted his head, pulled up the blanket to cover his body, and curled up in the hanging basket like a baby in a mother's womb.

The hanging basket made a very slight creaking sound, and several pairs of eyes lit up and went out.

In the dead of night.