"Signed? So fast?"

Lin Shanpu was wearing big gloves and holding a casserole, surprised to enter the house.

"It's okay, the fastest record is more than 2,000 words." Li Yan restrained his excitement and deliberately closed the door casually.

"I'm so angry..." Lin Shanpu jumped to the coffee table with gritted teeth, "I've written a small 1 million words... I didn't even have a splash..."

"When it comes to this, I've always been very surprised. Why do you like online literature so much?"

"If you like it, do you need a reason?"

“Don’t you need it?”

Oh!

Lin Shanpu placed the casserole on the coffee table.

Then he licked his lips and lifted the lid.

steaming!

The steam rolled up with a strong fragrance and exhaled!

It's the taste of chicken soup!

The color is inexplicably clear, and there are wolfberry floating on it.

Strangely, there was a hollow tube standing in the middle of the casserole.

Li Yan shrank his nose and rubbed his hands and sat down.

"Why is this tube used?"

"Idiot, it's a steam pot chicken."

Lin Shanpu wiped his nose and wore big white gloves to make a vivid gesture.

"It's not boiled, it's steamed."

"Steam goes into the pot along the pipe and finally becomes water dripping into the pot."

"Because it is steamed, the chicken can retain the flavor and the soup won't be too oily~"

Li Yan swallowed heavily and spitted: "You should write a food novel..."

"So~" Lin Shanpu smiled and covered the lid of the pot with a smile, "If you like it, do you need a reason?"

"unnecessary!"

"Hehe, eat it, I'll go back and serve you rice~"

...

After the steam pot chicken fell to the ground without falling into the ground, Li Yan leaned back on the sofa again and entered a state of indulgence.

It's not scary to be in hell.

What's scary is that I went to heaven for two days and was then beaten back to hell.

Oh shit.

Li Yan couldn't help but look at Lin Shanpu at the desk with hatred.

This bad woman successfully pulled me into the pit.

"Wow, the contract looks like this..." Lin Shanpu stared at the document on the screen and said, "Why can't I get it..."

"Just write about food and you can get it."

"Yes!" Lin Shanpu seemed to be encouraged, "Waiting for the winter vacation, look at me... Let me set sail again!"

"I know, you are indeed Mewski!"

"No!" Lin Shanpu quickly closed the document and opened the homepage of the short essay contest, with a stern face and forcibly reversed the topic.

"While you are full and you are lazy, I will hurry up and tell you about the requirements for the essay."

“【New Star Cup Short Essay Competition】”

"Guiding unit: Jijing Writers Association."

"Theme of the essay contest: tell the stories of the new era well and create masterpieces that are appreciated by both the elite and the masses."

"Equity scope: Short stories published on Qihang Chinese website before October 20."

"And when the award is evaluated in November, the number of words will be no less than 50,000 words."

“Essay Awards:”

"One first prize will win a brand writer agreement + a custom contract of 100 yuan for 100 words."

"Fourth place in the Excellence Awards will receive a subsequent custom contract of 50 yuan with a chance to develop works + a thousand words of 50 yuan."

Lin Shanpu said, turning back and asking fiercely: "November, no updates are allowed, and I have written 50,000 words. Is there any problem?"

"No." Li Yanmumu nodded.

"?" Lin Shanpu panicked, "Why don't you say 'do your best' this time?"

Li Yan scratched his head and smiled, "I still have confidence in 50,000, but I really do my best to do my best for 100,000."

"Bao, babe, the wild dog can't be changed to eunuch!" Lin Shanpu said and pouted again, "I investigated when steaming rice, because everyone has no idea about short stories. There are only 1,017 entries this time, of which only 92 were signed, and there are great hope this time."

"Yeah." Li Yan also jumped up and patted his face hard, "Call words, write tomorrow's updates before nine o'clock, and then make up for the homework."

"Homework...didn't I write it for you?"

"You can't even fall for learning." Li Yan sighed in a deep breath, "Chen Yu has already set his sights on me. Once his grades drop, this rental house will not be kept."

"..." Lin Shanpu stood up nervously, hesitated for a long time before trembling and stretching out his hand, "Show me your monthly exam paper..."

"Oh? Want to peek at my composition?"

Lin Shanpu gritted his teeth and turned his head: "Help you make a study plan, stupid..."

Li Yan was stunned.

The bad woman doesn't seem to want to see me move away.

But there were too many things that delayed her study.

I feel very embarrassed to feed beef noodle and steamed chicken. How can I accept the good intentions?

"No, I can do it myself." Li Yan nodded proudly, "It's just that you use the time you spend watching animations and playing games to write. But you not only help with proofreading, but also cook so many meals every day..."

Lin Shanpu's face tightened.

"It's just... I've done too much..."

Then he grabbed the cat's apron and ran away.

"Hmph, bad woman." Li Yanhen walked towards the desk with a smile.

It’s okay to control my stomach, but I still want to control my studies?

...

This weekend, the firepower is destined to be fully opened.

Li Yan not only made up all the homework except Chinese, but also the number of words in the new book reached 14,000.

"Tokyo Script Kill" is getting better. After observing secretly for a long time, the male protagonist has first locked in Chimi Hoshino, who is in the same class. It is because of this lively bad woman who used to be suddenly nervous and heavy, and she looks at the heroine from time to time, wanting to speak but stopping.

However, the guard's "determining" skill can only be used once, and once it fails, it will be expelled from the game. Therefore, the hero decides to conduct a bold test-

Confess to Chimi Hoshino!

The series on Monday morning ended abruptly under the cherry blossom trees.

On the subway to the school, Li Yan and Lin Shanpu sat side by side, while looking at the comment area with a silly smile.

【Damn it, you can't stop it!】

[Parent friends, keep calm. The Wild Dog's book starts with a more vigorous start and cuts faster.]

[This development is very stable, and there are still 3 days before the eunuch.]

[If it was really Qianmei, wouldn’t it be great to use this incident to threaten her to play some play?]

[The real gameplay of script killing was found upstairs.]

Of course, the speech of the number one black fan Miao Siqi is indispensable.

[Everyone must send more blades to the wild dog teacher, so that he has more choices when taking the knife~]

At the same time, the number of collections has exceeded 200, and the recommended votes are close to 500.

There are fewer people scolding eunuchs, and after healing, the scars are forgotten and the pain is, hahaha.

When Li Yan thought of this, he quickly covered his mouth.

No, I can't laugh, and the wound is obviously on myself.

Besides, this time it was very likely that I would swing my knife again...

Li Yan couldn't help but look at Lin Shanpu who was smiling and liked various comments.

If it was a real eunuch, this woman might be really going to be poisoned.

Lin Shanpu laughed wildly and said, "Congratulations to Mr. Wild Dog, I have only been publishing books for three days and my grades are among the top short stories category~"

"It's useless, awesome authors won't post short stories."

“There is a great chance to win the award~”

"Who knows this?" Although Li Yan said that, his hands were rubbed together expectantly.

As an old eunuch, he could certainly feel that the competition for this essay contest was not fierce.

After all, it is a short story. Not to mention the head writer or the hip writer doesn’t like it.

No matter what, since you have decided, let’s fight to the end.
Chapter completed!