I don’t know if it’s because I’m looking forward to Xu Youyu, but I’m also pursuing boys.

Jiang Feiya agreed to Song Yu's application to have dinner.

After getting Jiang Feiya's approval, Song Yu waved his fist happily, then couldn't help looking at Li Luo, thanking him, "Senior, you are my lucky star! Every time I have you here, I will

There will be breakthrough progress!”

Li Luo: "...Don't say much, you should go and have some food as soon as possible. By the way, have you had lunch?"

"No." Song Yu scratched his head, "Military training is so tiring. I went back to the dormitory at noon to take a shower, and fell down and slept for a nap. Not long after I woke up."

"Then eat more, you're welcome." Li Luo pushed the brother's shoulders and walked towards the table over there.

This poor child was too poisoned, and Li Luo had no choice.

Thinking about it this way, his good brother Zhao Rongjun is still quite saved.

Moreover, whether it is Qiao Xinyan or Xu Yinghuan, they are at least much more reliable than Xu Youyu's roommate.

Back in his seat, Li Luo asked Song Yu to sit down and asked him to sit next to Jiang Feiya.

Zhao Letian only eat meat and doesn't mind multiple people. Xie Xiuying has no objection and just chews his own vegetables.

Only when Zhao Letian and Xu Youyu pick up meat for her would she whisper thanks, then put the meat in her mouth and chew it for a long time.

After lunch, Li Luo took Xu Youyu out of the store and walked out of Ningshan Avenue with several roommates back to the door of the dormitory park.

However, today is Sunday and the formal class will only start tomorrow. Xu Youyu naturally did not plan to go back to the dormitory directly.

After saying goodbye to his roommate at the door of the dormitory park, Xu Youyu followed Li Luo back to Bihai Lanting. As soon as he got home, he lay on his bed and made a comfortable moan.

"I didn't ask at the dinner table just now, how are you preparing for your new book?" Li Luo followed into Xu Youyu's room, leaned against the door with his hands and his chest, looking at the plump salted fish on the bed, "You can prepare for uploading in the past two days

Is it right?"

"Well, I've told Qianzhou." Xu Youyu buried his head in the pillow and said in a muffled voice, "I'll send a book this Friday."

"Is it finalized at the beginning?" Li Luo asked again.

"The fifth edition I sent you before is the beginning." Xu Youyu turned his head and looked at Li Luo, "You said before that the pace is a bit slow, but I still like to write it like this. The sixth and seventh editions will be modified according to your suggestions.

After revising, the pace is indeed much brighter, but it is not the kind of taste I want to write about."

"It's okay, then the fifth edition." Li Luo smiled and shook his head, "You wrote the book, and your own feelings are the most important."

Li Luo had read Xu Youyu's "Gu Dao Changqing" in his previous life. To be honest, Li Luo had read her book many times at the beginning.

For Li Luo, readers like him who prefer tight rhythms can easily lose the rhythm if the rhythm at the beginning is too slow.

But Li Luo also knew very well that it is difficult for authors like Xu Youyu who value the texture of the plot and the release of the prelude to quickly enter the stage of succession as soon as they start.

How to say it.

The advantage of writing styles like Xu Youyu is that their reputation will be very good, but their grades may not be better.

Most people have limited aesthetic level and are of course of higher quality books that pay more attention to preview and plot texture, but impatience may not devote their time to immersion.

In the past, in the era of paper books, books were limited by productivity, and the absolute number was not large.

Good books are even rarer.

But in the information age, the emergence of the Internet has led to the emergence of a large number of novels.

For readers, the problem is not that there is no book to read, but that there are too many books, which leads to a large number of mediocre works that can squeeze out traffic, and finding good books has become a matter of gold hunting in Shit Mountain.

Simply put, it is not enough to rely on books alone.

The quality of a book is good enough that after a hundred readers see it, seventy readers can be left behind.

But in a month, only one thousand readers will see your book on the website, and then you will have only seven hundred readers.

The quality of another book is average, with only 30 readers remaining for 100 readers, but the traffic that can be eaten in a month is exposed in the order of 100,000.

Then he will have 30,000 readers.

Very simple mathematical principles.

The website’s new book PK system is not perfect.

Books like Xu Youyu that start with slow-hot starts are inherently restricted.

Those books that rely on gimmicks and early chains of exciting new books are likely to be difficult to write millions of words, or even if they are written, the plot will collapse early.

However, since Xu Youyu doesn't like that pattern, Li Luo won't force it.

After all, Xu Youyu is not a new author himself. He has the book friends and fans accumulated by the previous book. With Li Luo's help, he will not suffer too much in the new book period.

"I think the theme of spiritual revival that you provided me is already eye-catching enough."

Xu Youyu lay on the bed and said confidently, "I think the kind of article that starts with gimmicks is far less attractive than your worldview design."

"This attraction needs to be gradually emitted as the text is laid out." Li Luo shook his head and laughed, but he didn't say much, "Anyway, just make sure you decide. Let's save the manuscript next."

"Ah~ Don't tell me about typing!" Xu Youyu's head was getting bigger when he heard that he wanted to save the manuscript. "I just finished the military training and my health has not recovered yet!"

"It's only five days before Friday." Li Luo walked from the door to the bed, raised his hand and patted someone's perky butt, "At least I'll write 4,000 words every day, so when I'm posting this way,

Including the beginning of your writing, you can have a manuscript worth about 30,000 words."

"You are so annoying." Xu Youyu turned his head and refused to look at him, and snorted to express his resistance.

As a result, the next second, she felt her waist sinking, and she turned her head to find that Li Luo actually rode directly onto her.

"What are you doing?"

"Aren't you tired? I'll give you a massage." When Li Luo said this, he stretched out his hands and landed on Xu Youyu's shoulders, gently kneading them.

"Um..." It felt very comfortable to be pinched by Li Luo. Xu Youyu lay on the bed, couldn't help but hum, closed his eyes and enjoyed silently.

But after a while, Xu Youyu opened his eyes again, turned his eyes a few times, and then turned his head and said, "Stop for a moment."

"What's wrong?"

“It feels a bit uncomfortable to press this way.”

"Why are you uncomfortable? You just hummed and you still feel uncomfortable?"

"Oh, you talk so much." Xu Youyu gave him a blank look, then said, "You come down first, I will take off my clothes and press them, and it will be uncomfortable through them."

Li Luo: "..."

Now Li Luo had nothing to say, immediately got off Xu Youyu, watched her take off her shirt, and then lay back on the bed.

At this time, only a small thing was left on Xu Youyu's upper body, but it was hard to be called small among his peers. Even if Xu Youyu lay down, he could see its size from the side.

Li Luo stood beside the bed, inevitably glanced at him twice, looked up again, and then met Xu Youyu's smile-like eyes, which made him cough and touch his nose to cover up his embarrassment.

"Then I'm here?"

"Come on." Xu Youyu blinked at him, "I haven't seen it when I was wearing a swimsuit before."

"Can this be the same?"

"Why is it different?" Xu Youyu rolled his eyes, "Just because the swimsuit is used for swimming, it's much better than it is now?"

This is not true.

So why does it matter if you wear very little while swimming, but it is not possible in normal times?

Li Luo thought about this question in her mind, returned to the bed, sat on Xu Youyu's waist, and continued to give her a massage.

"The neck is so sour here." Xu Youyu hummed and enjoyed it while directing Li Luo, "More down, press and press more along the spine, well~ It feels so comfortable~"

Xu Youyu usually lacks exercise, and after half a month of military training, he is really tired.

Especially when she has been typing for a long time, she has some soreness in her neck and waist while sitting in front of the computer.

It is not obvious that young now. When I am twenty or thirty years old and sit for a long time, some minor problems will appear.

In her previous life, Li Luo often pressed Xu Youyu's neck, knowing where she felt the most comfortable.

At this time, all these skills were used, and Xu Youyu suddenly became addicted to the sour massage service.

But the thin belts on the back were really a bit intrusive, so Xu Youyu simply turned his right hand back and hooked his fingers to untie the thin belt.

The thin belt instantly divided into two sides and collapsed on Xu Youyu's white jade back. Li Luo was stunned for a moment when he saw it.

"No...why are you doing?"

"It's more convenient." Xu Youyu shook his body lightly, and the thin belt slid down along the sides of the jade back.

So the whole white and beautiful jade-like slim back was completely displayed in front of Li Luo.

"What are you stupid?" Xu Youyu reminded softly, and Li Luo on his back woke up as if he was just a dream, silently stretching out his hands.

As his palms went down along his spine and passed the small piece of back skin that had just been covered, Xu Youyu immediately hummed.

There were still shallow traces left on it, and Li Luo seemed to have obsessive-compulsive disorder. After rubbing it for a while, the trace quickly subsided.

Compared to his own hands, Li Luo's hands are obviously rougher than girls, and his palms are bigger and hotter, so they are warm when pressed on his back.

Xu Youyu's cheeks flushed slightly, and countless novels he had read had popped up in his mind, and he couldn't help twisting his legs.

However, Li Luo's hands were quite honest and did not take this opportunity to sneak into other places.
To be continued...