The waiting period was much longer than Xia Yu imagined.

It was past 5 pm, and the shadow who was supposed to come still did not come.

Even Le Xiaoxiao fell asleep sleeping.

Xia Yu suddenly thought of a possibility—

Yesterday, the group of black shadows approached him while he was sleeping at night. Could it be that they couldn't come out during the day?

If so, you can only wait until night.

Or have to wait for him to go to bed?

In this case, waiting aimlessly may be a waste of time.

...

Thinking of this, Xia Yu didn't care too much about it and started to turn on the computer to code.

He is a hardworking author who keeps updated every day.

Otherwise, the reader will send a blade.

Although he really wanted to use [Haunted at Home] as a reason to take leave, he thought about it. After doing this, he had nothing to do except crawl and make a few chickens.

It’s better to update two chapters honestly.

Then it will win the sympathy and reputation of readers:

Look, I risk my life to update when I am haunted at home. Isn’t it worth two recommendation tickets and rewards?

While he was typing, Xiaomi stood behind him and watched silently.

After watching for a while, Xia Yu couldn't hold it in.

"What are you doing? You stand behind me and look at me, I can't write it out."

Writing is like a boy urinating. It’s intermittent, and if others are staring at you, you won’t be able to urinate.

Xiaomi moved a seat and continued to look at him.

Xia Yu was so angry that he was crazy.

"The point is [look], isn't you standing behind me, will it be fine if you change direction?"

"Bobo."

Xiaomi lowered her head in a little frustrated and walked away silently.

It sat back on the sofa, with its head hanging down, its hands in front, its big eyes hanging down, and its look depressed.

Xia Yu wrote for a while, but he couldn't bear it.

"Forget it, you'd better keep watching."

"Bobo."

Xiaomi returned to his back happily.

Xia Yu was still very happy with an alien fan.

It only shows that Xiaomi is very good at writing and knows that he writes wonderfully.

Tsk tsk.

This writing, this plot, this character...

Even monsters have to praise them a little, it would be strange if they are not popular.

Half of the code was coded, Xiaomi behind her tilted her head and frowned, "Bobo."

"what?"

Xia Yu asked with some dissatisfaction.

"What do you think I'm not writing well?"

Xiaomi hung her head, "Bobo."

Xia Yu threw the keyboard aside, turned the chair around, and faced it.

"Speak human words."

"Bobo."

Xiaomi nodded and turned into Le Xiaoxiao.

Xia Yu tapped his finger and said, "Tell me, what do you think I have any problems with writing?"

Xiaomi cried with a sad face, but wanted to speak but stopped.

Xia Yu comforted, "Tell me, I won't blame you."

"oh."

Xiaomi walked up and operated his mouse.

"Look, this section of water is too little. If you don't have more water, you always feel that something is missing."

"There is not enough preparation here, and the big plot is about to begin. You should have more water and more foreplay to boost readers' expectations and appetites."

"Afterward, when the protagonist makes a big splash and successfully slap the villain in the face, it is necessary to make their faces slap, from language, movements, expressions, and scenes around them, all of them are watered, so that the feelings can be fully released.

Now you are making a spicy and fragrant pot, but you don’t have spicy food, and you don’t even have a fragrance, and in the end you’re left with the pot.”

"I……"

Xia Yu was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to refute her.

Others say I have enough water, but you actually say I have not enough water.

"Okay, okay," Xia Yu sneered three times, "You can go. The keyboard will be given to you, and you can write it."

"oh."

Xiaomi nodded and started to type while standing.

Xia Yu felt a little confused.

I'm fucking... Can't this tree spirit even understand the slander?

But before he could stop her, the little tree spirit entered a state of typing, and more than a dozen tentacles grew out of his body, making the keyboard clatter.

On average, it is about 200 words per minute.

Xia Yu was stunned behind his back.

Mom!

This is the speed of typing, even the eagle is beyond the reach of it?

More than two hundred words per minute, more than ten thousand words per hour.

If the little tree spirit comes to help him write a book, it would be no problem to increase a hundred thousand a day.

but!

Xia Yu deeply doubted Xiaomi's writing ability.

If the quality is not guaranteed, what is the use of faster typing?

Writing is not that easy to do.

It requires extraordinary talent, a profound experience and experience of society, and at the same time, profound knowledge... and most importantly, there must be a steady stream of inspiration...

After watching for a while, Xia Yuan swallowed silently.

Xiaomi has finished coding for two thousand words, and then looks back at Xia Yu.

"Well...why, just be sloppy."

Xiaomi had a bulging face and seemed not very satisfied.

Xia Yu walked to her and clicked [Publish].

"Okay, I'm not satisfied, right? Let my readers slap you in the face later. The quality of this chapter will definitely be bad, too water, the sea!

Then you will know that you are not suitable for this job.”

Xiaomi held a few tentacles and pouted.

After Xia Yu posted the new chapter, he continued, "You can continue to write the subsequent chapters, I'll cook a bowl of noodles for you."

Xiaomi happily shook her tentacles and continued to write happily.

...

Xia Yu went to the kitchen and did not forget to hold the money oleifera.

When he passed by the sofa, he woke up Le Xiaoxiao who was sleeping.

Le Xiaoxiao rubbed her sleepy eyes, "Hmm...is it coming out?"

"not yet."
To be continued...