Chapter 212 Short Story Website

Song Wenlan looked up at the snow-white mecha in front of him.

This is a mecha born from the "cultivation culture". Song Wenlan is an outsider. In her eyes, this mecha is perfect and impressive.

"Xunxian" also lowered his head and looked at Song Wenlan.

Its maker and owner have never concealed its origin. Xunxian mecha has always known that its appearance originated from a novel.

And the human woman in front of him is the one who created that novel.

Does the mecha have self-awareness?

Top mechas do, but their self-awareness is too shallow, just like a three-year-old child, and they are more combat-conscious.

Xunxian mecha is not as emotional as Song Wenlan. It just simply feels that it should thank the creator of the book.

It bowed its head and extended its hand to Song Wenlan: "Thank you, creator."

Song Wenlan placed his hand on its hand, stared at it without blinking, and replied softly: "You're welcome, I want to thank you too."

Thank you for letting more people see the cultivation culture of Blue Star.

It was already the second day when they set out on the journey back to Blue Star again.

Song Wenlan sat by the window of the starship and looked back reflexively. She didn't see any chasing spaceships or starships, and she subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Ran Zheng watched her movements with his peripheral vision, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise a little, and he started talking to Song Wenlan for the first time.

"I thought you weren't afraid."

Song Wenlan looked at him in surprise, and Ran Zheng's mouth curved flat, explaining: "After all, you don't look nervous."

He could even make a scissors hand gesture easily.

Song Wenlan pondered for a while and said, "This is probably due to the intuition of an author. My intuition tells me that Mr. Grantham will not hurt me."

If you want to explain it in detail, it is probably that Song Wenlan wanted to collect materials, so he kept staring at Mr. Grantham. When others were wary of him, Song Wenlan clearly saw the mischief in his eyes.

He was just teasing the people present.

Ran Zheng returned to silence, and Song Wenlan also silently observed the scenery outside until dusk, when they finally returned home.

"You have worked hard on this trip. Go back and have a good rest. I won't go out again in the short term."

Song Wenlan jumped off the starship and waved to Ran Zheng with a smile.

Ran Zheng nodded to Song Wenlan and drove away in the starship.

Song Wenlan walked into her own yard. Everything in the yard was normal, only the small tree grew better. She looked up at the growing green leaves and patted the trunk of the small tree in appreciation.

Good little tree, contributing a piece of green to her yard.

After standing under the tree and admiring it for a while, Song Wenlan turned and walked into the room.

The moment his left foot stepped into the room, the old housekeeper appeared from nowhere.

"Welcome home, master!"

As soon as the voice fell, the whole house seemed to come alive and began to adjust the temperature, humidity, theme, etc.

Hearing this familiar word and looking at the familiar room, Song Wenlan finally relaxed, and a deep sense of fatigue suddenly hit his heart.

Song Wenlan did not do anything else, and fell asleep after washing up.

Song Wenlan slept very deeply, and she didn't wake up from her sleep until noon the next day.

It was not until this time that she turned off the Do Not Disturb mode of the light brain, followed by a series of ding-dong-dong message notification sounds, and one message after another popped up on the light brain like bubbles.

The first message Song Wenlan saw was from Luo Wenfu. On the second day of the amusement park, Luo Wenfu did not contact Song Wenlan. He thought something had happened to Song Wenlan. He came to Song Wenlan's house anxiously, and learned from the old housekeeper that Song Wenlan was traveling. These days, Luo Wenfu would send messages to Song Wenlan every day, hoping to receive her reply.

Song Wenlan felt a little guilty and replied to Luo Wenfu as soon as possible.

[Sorry, I went on a trip recently and forgot to tell you. I'm back home now. You can come to me anytime if you have anything. ]

Luo Wenfu's message popped up instantly.

[Don't feel sorry. Going on a trip is your right. I just hope that you can tell me before you go, otherwise I will worry. Of course, if you find it troublesome, you can ignore me. ]

Finally, Luo Wenfu also sent a pitiful panda emoticon.

Now, how could Song Wenlan refuse? She immediately agreed: [No trouble, I will tell you next time I go out, just this time, and never again. 】

Song Wenlan is the type who will repay you a thousand times if you treat me well. Thinking of Luo Wenfu's worry about her, Song Wenlan suddenly felt that reporting was nothing. It's not a big deal, right?

Luo Wenfu was satisfied and stopped bothering her.

Song Wenlan continued to read other messages. The most messages here were actually the author group formed by Song Wenlan. Before traveling, Song Wenlan mentioned the establishment of a new website and writing short stories, so these authors were asking her about the progress on her side.

There are about fifty authors in this group established by Song Wenlan. These authors all support Song Wenlan's idea of ​​establishing a new website. At the same time, if the website is successfully established, they will be Song Wenlan's first batch of users.

After checking Yu Bohan's news, Yu Bohan has already completed the website and is waiting for Song Wenlan to experiment.

Song Wenlan was shocked and replied to him immediately.

[Okay, I'll take a look now. ]

Yu Bohan's ability is beyond doubt. The webpage he showed Song Wenlan was made completely according to Song Wenlan's requirements, with three sections, not one missing.

And his aesthetics are also good. The pictures are simple and beautiful. Song Wenlan logged in to take a look and found no problems.

Song Wenlan immediately transferred the balance to him. Thinking of the future website maintenance issues, he sent Yu Bohan a long-term offer.

Yu Bohan looked at the newly-released job and hesitated.

He has always been a bohemian and freedom-loving person. If he wanted to make money, he would have gone to work long ago, so why would he take jobs at home?

And what is the reason for his hesitation now?

The main reason is that Song Wenlan gave too much!

Song Wenlan has clearly told him that he only needs to work at home, just like before.

This job is not complicated for Yu Bohan, and the boss is straightforward and pays a lot of money. Yu Bohan couldn't think of a reason to refuse for a while.

Song Wenlan now has royalties + copyright + patent fees, so he is not a person who lacks money at all.

In this way, with the help of Song Wenlan's money, this novel website named "Prosperous Short Stories" had its first official employee.

If there was a time machine, Yu Bohan would definitely travel back and warn himself now: Don't agree! There will be more and more work in the future!!!

He lost money, he lost money!!!