After dinner, several parents left one after another.

After communicating with the editor, Li Luo reached for the desk. After some hesitation, he simply took both water glasses with him and went to the living room to pour a glass of water and then a glass of juice.

Before the summer vacation, Li Luo would put Xu Youyu's water cup in the bedroom and use it to pour water while typing.

What Ying Chanxi gave him was to take to school.

Now that I am on summer vacation, I have also brought back the water cup from Yingchan River. This cup is a bit too much.

Li Luo took a sip of juice and continued to devote himself to coding.

"I'm Really Not a Celebrity" has been serialized for more than two years, and the number of words has reached 5 million.

Thanks to his strong daily knowledge of hydrology and the four business lines he had planned in the early stages, he had plenty of ammunition to write about.

If it were a normal author, at this stage of writing, there is a high probability that he would have already entered the exhaustion stage.

There will be a situation where "you are physiologically repulsed by the thought of coding later".

Generally, this symptom will be resolved when the old book is finished and the new book is started.

To put it simply, it means liking the new and hating the old. People are always full of passion when facing a new love, and they will get bored after a long time.

Li Luo now maintains a good coding state purely by relying on the powerful function of the memory palace.

I have the experience of writing online in my previous life, and in this life, with the help of the Memory Palace, I have these five million words of content to hone and verify.

Today, Li Luo has established a framework for writing entertainment articles that is very suitable for him.

Since "I'm Really Not a Celebrity" became popular, many authors on the Internet have been analyzing the logic of the book's popularity, dismantling its framework and techniques, and trying to reproduce it.

But Li Luo is very self-aware, and the quality of his book is just that.

In other words, the performance of online writing does not entirely depend on quality.

When its quality reaches a relatively excellent level, the rest depends entirely on the traffic it can absorb.

There are many popular books that nobody paid attention to when they were hundreds of thousands or one million words long. However, when they reached more than two million words, they suddenly skyrocketed due to word-of-mouth spread.

It was the book that originally subscribed to by a few hundred people, and it was also the book that tens of thousands of people subscribed to later.

Therefore, it is difficult for you to judge the quality of a book simply by its scores.

"Li Luo."

Just as Li Luo was typing words and thinking about these things, the door of the master bedroom was pushed open.

Yan Zhusheng poked his head in from the outside and shouted to him.

"What's wrong?" Li Luo stopped his fingers, turned to look at Yan Zhusheng, and asked in confusion.

"I want to come in."

"Then keep quiet, I'm still typing."

"Oh~"

Yan Zhusheng obediently came in from the door, closed the door smoothly, walked to the bed and sat down, looking at Li Luo's profile.

She admired Li Luo who was typing seriously for a while, and then her eyes fell on the desk.

When he saw the two water glasses placed side by side, Yan Zhusheng suddenly bulged his mouth and felt a little unhappy again.

But she didn't say anything, not wanting to disturb Li Luo, and just waited for him to finish coding.

When it was about ten o'clock, Li Luo finished his work for the day, stretched out on the chair, and then turned to look at Yan Zhusheng sitting next to the bed.

Yan Zhusheng wore a nightdress. Judging from the style, she probably learned it from Xu Youyu.

Unfortunately, the chest cannot be lifted up, and the upper body looks a little worse.

But a pair of slender legs protruded from the hem of the skirt, and her cold white skin was like the pure white snow on the top of the mountain, making up for the points she had previously deducted.

Yan Zhusheng noticed his gaze, lifted her feet and placed them on Li Luo's thighs.

At this moment, the hem of the skirt, which was originally not very long, suddenly slid down along the low point of the height difference. From Li Luo's perspective, he could even see a touch of lovely pure white.

"What are you doing?"

"My legs are a little tired." Yan Zhusheng shook her long, dazzling white legs, raised her head and looked at Li Luo, "Pinch."

Li Luo had no choice but to act as a masseur and provide Miss Yan with massage services.

Yan Zhusheng was lying on Li Luo's bed while enjoying Li Luo's warm hands. Then she remembered the two water glasses on the desk and couldn't help but ask: "Li Luo."

"Um?"

"When I celebrate my birthday in August, I also want a water glass."

Li Luo: "This thing is not necessary..."

"I want it." Yan Zhusheng looked at Li Luo seriously, seemingly unwilling to give in.

Even the beautiful legs on Li Luo's thighs swayed a bit, which made Li Luo a little unable to control himself.

"Okay, okay, what you want is what you want." Li Luo quickly surrendered and held her legs down to stop her from moving. "I'll take you with me to my birthday. I'll just have a water glass."

After receiving Li Luo's affirmative reply, Yan Zhusheng finally showed a satisfied smile, and his body completely relaxed. He lay on Li Luo's bed and continued to enjoy the service from Li Luo.

Seeing this beautiful scenery, Li Luo picked up Yan Zhusheng's legs and let her lie down completely on the bed. Then he pressed down on her and whispered in her ear: "Teacher Yan, I kind of want to go to class."

…

Halfway through class, Ying Chanxi, who had just finished taking a shower, knocked on the door and came in.

Seeing Yan Zhusheng nestled in Li Luo's arms on the bed, Ying Chanxi immediately puffed up his mouth and sat down on the chair a little angrily.

"Help me blow dry my hair."

"Coming."

Li Luo got out of bed and helped Ying Chanxi dry her wet long hair.

I don’t know if it’s because of the previous Monopoly event on Xu Youyu’s birthday, but now Ying Chanxi is a little immune to the scenes of Li Luo and Yan Zhusheng or Xu Youyu being intimate.

Although I can be jealous, I don't have many other emotions, I just think that I want it too.

Under such subtle influence, Li Luo enjoyed it.

At around eleven o'clock in the evening, after Li Luo had served Ying Chanxi and Yan Zhusheng and coaxed them to go back to their room to sleep, he went to the door of Xu Youyu's bedroom and knocked lightly.

After getting Xu Youyu's consent, Li Luo pushed the door open and walked in. He saw Xu Youyu squatting on a chair, staring at the computer screen in deep thought.

The document is densely packed with text, with various settings for the new book written on it, and it looks very complicated.

Xu Youyu turned to look at Li Luo who walked into the room, with a somewhat excited expression on his face. He quickly waved to Li Luo to come over and show off to him his recent preparations.

Li Luo was very patient. He sat by the bed and listened to her explain her thoughts, confirming them with her impressions of the basic popular works of the Reiki revival school, and then added a few words.

Although he didn't talk much, he could always hit the point just right, which made Xu Youyu's eyes sparkle.

"Your current setting is actually a bit redundant, don't get too immersed in it." Li Luo reminded, "The key point is that you have to draw out an attractive main line within the framework of this system.

The plot comes out."

For many newcomers to online writing, they are very capable of making settings and can always come up with some very good world views and upgrade systems.

But the focus of online articles is still the story.

No matter how good your setting is, it's still not as good as the story.

Without a wonderful main story, no matter how good the setting is, it will only become dull.

Although Xu Youyu already has a book with tens of thousands of orders, he is not a newcomer to online writing.

But what she had written previously was entertainment, after all, and this thing has the same urban background as the theme of spiritual energy recovery.

But the way it is written is completely different.

Check out the correct version one by one!

For entertainment stories, the main plot is very simple. As long as you find a good entry point into the era, the rest is how the protagonist becomes a "superstar".

But for topics like "revival of spiritual energy", the breadth of its content is very large. If you can't find a suitable main line, it's easy to write in a scattered and confusing way.

"I don't want to write it too big, and I also try to make it as small as possible on the map. I don't want to write in a format that changes the map every time." Xu Youyu thought for a while, then held the mouse and scrolled, "Look at this."

Li Luo looked intently and saw three big characters on it - Phoenix Mountain.

"This is the initial location I designed." Xu Youyu said, "The protagonist is an incense maker and lives at the foot of Phoenix Mountain. This place is considered a tourist attraction."

"As the influence of spiritual energy recovery gradually spreads, Phoenix Mountain is among the first places where clues have emerged."

"I plan to write the main plot around Phoenix Mountain. In the middle period, this place can be used as the protagonist's dojo, where he can open a mountain and recruit disciples."

The more Xu Youyu talked, the more energetic he became. Under Li Luo's guidance, his inner imagination was set on the right path, and the originally vague main line framework soon became clearly visible.

But because the conversation got excited, Xu Youyu kept dragging Li Luo and refused to let him go. They chatted for several hours, until two or three in the morning.

Li Luo was so sleepy in the end that he fell asleep directly on Xu Youyu's bed.

The next day, Ying Chanxi and Yan Zhusheng went for a morning run with Li Luo but found no one, so they came to the door of Xu Youyu's room with a tacit understanding. When they pushed it open, they saw someone's figure.

"Who said that when Zhu Sheng and I were asked to go back to sleep yesterday?" Ying Chanxi walked to the bed and shook Li Luo awake, and said angrily, "It would be such a waste if our four bedrooms were never used.
To be continued...