【Anxi: No, small cake, that is not possible…】

[Xiao Gao Duoduoxi: (cover your face) (cover your face)]

[Fingertip electric light: Is it a piercing knife? Jinjiang Literature Network seems to be able to do it.]

[Xiao Gao Duoduoxi: Haha, just kidding, I must write about the giant dragon.]

【Anxi: Actually it’s okay…】

[Anxi: Work is work, if there is really a platform that suits you more, I can't stop you.]

[Anxi: I just hope that you can calm down and truly complete a long article with me, otherwise you will not be able to write it anywhere.]

【Sauce Bomb: Your fucking so sour.】

[Jane Bo: Are you sick, say this kind of ** words.]

[Jiangbo: I will be with you for one day when you set sail, stop beating.]

[Fingertips: The oily light that leaps through the coach's forehead is my unchanging belief in this life.]

[Fingertips: Anxi, the light that sets its way, the dimension library for me to climb.]

[Xiao Gao Duoduoxi: Sorry, I'm sorry... I shouldn't make such a joke... I won't say it anymore... I will never leave the coach, I must work hard to be a stable full-time job!!]

【Anxi: You bastards…】

[Anxi: When my wife was ovulating, she was thinking about you in her mind. She secretly hid in the bathroom and told you about it. She almost angered me to death...]

[Anxi: Fuck, my wife urged me again... Damn... I'm here for the second time... It's so deadly...]

[Anxi: @天天天, you should look forward to the top finger]

At this point, it is the last half of Anxi left behind.

I felt that I had already lying to the ground, but I used the last force to lift my left hand and pointed my life forward.

Li Yan couldn't help but pull him back.

The coach's instructions are clear:

Selling points, style, plot layout, and main characters.

You must determine these before writing.

O**K.

No matter how much trouble you are, 99% of your business trust the coach.

The reason is 99% is that the coach himself admits it—

The trend is unpredictable.

The saying "Wait for the wind" is indeed very ignited, but there are flaws.

What if the wind that belongs to me has never come?

The coach's encouragement is indeed in mind.

But the wild dog can't wait for that long.

Instead of waiting for the rabbit...

Why not be a...the wind-chasing boy?

It's so strange, why does it feel unreliable when talking about the Fengchasing Boy?

"Dongdongdongdongdong."

!

Li Yan stood up with excitement.

Too slow, lazy!

I wiped my saliva and ran over to open the door in a few steps, only to find that she was particularly stiff this morning.

"Sour... sour all over..." Lin Shanpu walked into the house step by step with two plates of fried rice noodles. After walking two steps, he suddenly remembered something. He looked at Li Yan up and down, and immediately laughed again, "Hahaha, pajamas are so good~~"

Li Yan looked down.

Black spots on white background...

Look back at the hood.

A pair of black ears...

Spotted dog?

Damn bad woman!

Take advantage of me from the inside out!

...

Pad noodles, a simple snack.

Even Lin Shanpu did not make flowers.

Of course, it is also more delicious than S County S snacks.

The key is to use less oil, add more meat, have sufficient energy, and be comfortable and nourish the stomach.

From time to time, you can also find a piece of big white shrimp in surprise.

When I chewed it, it suddenly crunched, and the sour bamboo shoots with bursting juice...

grass.

not simple.

It is fried rice noodles with sour bamboo shoots and shrimps!

The soft pho and crispy sour bamboo shoots complement each other.

The restrained fresh fragrance explodes at the same time with moderate sourness and sourness.

Creative: Full marks.

Method: Full marks.

Rhythm: Full mark.

Oh shit!

Such ordinary snacks have reached this level?!

The bad woman's half foot has already entered the field of the Chinese primary school...

And I, the Wild Dog, haven't even written a word in the new book yet.

"Well!" Li Yan had a squinting face, and the more he ate it, the more he tasted it.

"It's not that." Lin Shanpu hurriedly put down his chopsticks to help take pictures of the younger generation, "I'm getting up late today, I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry."

"I'm not hungry, it's just delicious." Li Yan nodded with tears in his eyes, "I've been lying before. I'm obviously so strong in my research ability. I should have ordered it on online articles long ago."

"I think so too." Lin Shanpu also got excited and bulged his fists, "It's all editors who don't know the goods."

"I absolutely don't know anything, I'll kill dog Anxi."

"Haha, it's not necessarily him."

Li Yan couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Please bring the manuscript and I'll take a look for it for you."

"I won't." Lin Shanpu shook his face, picked up his plate and ate it. "I'll talk about it when the holiday is more time. Now the Wild Dog Teacher is going to make every effort to prepare for the new book."

"That's right." Li Yan chewed the pho, "By the way, the real murderer who was dismissed from the short essay contest was found, and was rejected by a beep named Fan Qingfeng."

"Fan Qingfeng?" Lin Shanpu raised her eyebrows, "Isn't it Hong Jiang's son?"

"Hongjiang?" Li Yan was stunned, "The one in the textbook?"

"yes."

"He is... Wenhao's son?" Li Yan became more and more shocked. "How did he teach this?... Does he have any works?"

"Yes." Lin Shanpu ate while scolding, "My Father Hongjiang", "On Hongjiang's Literature and Art", "Analysis of Hongjiang's Complete Works"... It seems that he is also the honorary dean of the university's Literature School."

"Okay, that's the work is gone." Li Yan breathed a sigh of relief, "He and I will post books on January 1st. Considering that he almost made me give up his writing career last time, including mental losses, well... let him pay back twice as much."

"Wait...what happened yesterday?"

Only then did Li Yan tell the story of meeting Fan Qingfeng on the dining table.

Lin Shanpu stared at her eyes and said, "You must lead 10 times? Otherwise, you will end the pen?"

Li Yan quickly explained: "It's Jiangbang who cuts the pen and lets him crawl."

"It's good, it's okay..." Lin Shanpu breathed a sigh of relief, then his eyes turned and it broke unknowingly, "But, Fan Qingfeng heard this sentence, right?"

"Um."

"That is to say, if your grades really beat him ten times..." Lin Shanpu said, and he was so bad that he covered his mouth, "then he wouldn't be able to say it if he didn't close the pen~"
To be continued...