✨ Author, fast submission 1 ✨

Except for one random mission that was not completed, all other missions were completed.

Ling Qingxuan returned to the space, walked straight to Bai Wu, and reached out to approach.

This time Bai Wu did not dodge, but touched her cold palm, floating slightly.

"When are you going to come out?"

Cold eyes looked at it lightly, as if she understood her words, and faded back a little.

[Host~] zz ran over with pig hooves, and saw that the white mist moved, and a cold corner was exposed, as if it was the corner of some kind of box.

Instead, it didn't panic this time, but looked at Aya Qingxuan expectantly.

As if being sensed, Ling Qingxuan stretched out his hand and pressed it on the corner, and the coldness swept through his body, but he was not uncomfortable.

If you touch it further back, it is void.

It only gave her that little clue.

She stayed in that plane for the longest time and spent more time with the little guy, but since that time in the Demonic Beast Mountains, 'he' has never come out again.

Could it be that each plane can only come out once, and will the time become longer and longer?

Ling Qingxuan retracted her hand and said coldly, "I'll wait for you."

She looked at zz, "Open the plane."

【Okay~】

...

'His hand... ignited countless flames all the way, and the girl shouted... no. ’

'The man laughed evilly: Don't just want it, you always like to say the opposite. ’

Ling Qingxuan rubbed her ears, took off the earphones, and half sat up from the bed.

She looked at the faintly glowing mobile phone, which showed that she was reading a novel by voice.

And it's the indescribable type.

Late at night, in a small rental house, the ambiguous text is automatically sliding down.

The little girl exited the interface expressionlessly.

What the original owner was doing, it was three o'clock in the morning, and she was still listening to Xiao X's text, which simply affected her physical and mental development.

[Cough, host, this is a modern plane, the original owner is a new intern in the web editing department of Youqin Publishing House, and is concentrating on researching web articles. 】

Just as Ling Qingxuan was about to say something, a scream came from the white wall beside the bed.

Her eyes narrowed, and when she summoned the spirit sword, she was about to smash it.

【Host, wait! 】

As soon as zz finished speaking, there was a shrill voice over there, and his voice became ambiguous.

'Wait, you bastard! ’

'Be quiet, you are not afraid of being heard. ’

It was a conversation between a man and a woman. Aya Qingxuan looked at this clean and tidy rental house and wanted to smash the wall.

It's three in the morning, three in the morning!

Stop doing strenuous exercise and sleep well.

The man over there said again: 'When did you break up with your male ticket? Everyone is here with me, why is my heart still wandering? ’

The woman said: 'What kind of male ticket, like wood, never made out with me, break up immediately! ’

"Be quiet."

'Everyone is asleep so late, I can't hear. ’

'It's up to you, anyway, the little girl next door won't do anything to hear it. ’

‘hate~’

Not to mention how soft the voice was, Ling Qingxuan opened the door with the key in his hand, looked at the next door, and knocked a few times.

It seemed that no one heard.

Ling Qingxuan knocked a few more times, knocking and knocking, and the rhythm started.

[...] What is the host doing, playing background music to cheer them up?

The constant knocking on the door finally interrupted their passion.

Ling Qingxuan heard the sound of dressing and slippers, and then the door was opened, "Who is sick! Knock on the door at night."

The man in the rental house was standing at the door, and when he saw Ling Qingxuan, his impatient expression turned into a wretched one.

"Little girl, is it too lonely at night, what are you doing by knocking on your brother's door?"

Ling Qingxuan pointed his sword directly at his crotch, "Disturbing the people."

The man thought it was a prank prop, and smiled deliberately: "The sound insulation of the rental house is not good, can't you sleep, little sister?"

In the past, he was messing around at this point. The little girl's room was lighted on, and she wouldn't come here. Today is really unprecedented.

"Well, it's too noisy." Ling Qingxuan said, turning the spirit sword and sticking it on the wall next to it.

The powder on the wall fell down, and the **** from turning his head came out. The man's scalp was numb, and the little girl said coldly, "Please hurry up, I'm going to sleep."

This is the modern plane, and human life cannot be messed with casually.

The little girl still follows the rules.

The man broke out in a cold sweat.

The night is dark and windy, which is very suitable for killing people.

He swallowed, and although it hurt his self-esteem to make the man hurry up, he still nodded unconsciously.

"If you quarrel with me next time, it won't be cut here." Ling Qingxuan put away the sword, and the cold gaze from the corner of her eyes made people chill.

A few bricks fell from the door, the man clamped his legs and slammed the door shut.

Ling Qingxuan looked at the dim and dilapidated corridor and rubbed her head.

Why is she so poor every time in the modern plane, bullying her for a lot of money, right?

After returning to the room, there was no sound from the next door. Ling Qingxuan lay on the bed, clicked on the thousands of novels in the folder on the phone, glanced at it, turned it off, and rested.

...

The original owner, Tong Ling, a senior, majoring in publishing, applied for the well-known Youqin Publishing House as an intern editor.

However, the publishing house is far from the school, so she rented a house to commute to and from get off work.

Originally, her first intention was to be an intern editor of the magazine news direction, but due to the airborne of her superiors, she was assigned to the web editorial department, which was understaffed.

As a newcomer with little exposure to online literature, editor-in-chief Huang, the leader of the original owner, passed thousands of novels to her on the first day, allowing her to familiarize herself with and analyze market trends.

That's why she is still listening to novels so late.

In the original plot, the original master's university graduation thesis was about the entanglement between traditional literature and online literature.

However, this paper was released one step ahead of others, and her original author became a plagiarist. Not only did she fail to graduate, she also lost her job and her reputation.

The plagiarist also won an award for her unpublished article, and proudly handed the award to her.

The original owner was an ordinary person who could not do anything. In the end, he was forced to go back to the countryside and suffered human trafficking. Life was better than death.

[Main quest 1: Become an excellent editor and have a great author. 】

[Main quest 2: Win your own award and become famous. 】

...

Since the phone was turned off, the alarm clock set by the original owner also became a decoration.

Ling Qingxuan got up and checked her phone for a while, it was already ten o'clock.

Going to work at nine o'clock, it was too late for her to go to Yujian.

Simply wait to be fired, go to the countryside to kill the Quartet, and go to the next plane after being caught?

Ling Qingxuan set a plot for herself, which she thought was not bad.

[Host, stay awake~ You still have to complete the task! 】

The work rule of Youqin Publishing House is that as long as you are late, you have to extend the time to get off work at night.

Moreover, Aya Qingxuan is currently in the internship stage, so she will not be dismissed suddenly because of being late.

The plot was forced to die prematurely. Aya Qingxuan washed and changed into a Korean sweater, which was especially soft in this autumn weather.

She looked at the little girl in the mirror, with neat bangs on her pretty almond eyes and a ponytail, not to mention how well-behaved.

And this body is not particularly plump.

This seat is still small and still growing.

After Ling Qingxuan said a few words, she put on her backpack and went out.

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✨ Author, fast submission 2✨

Youqin Publishing House, Aya Qingxuan punched the card and took the elevator to the sixth floor.

She looked at the messy small office and sat down in her seat without changing her face.

"Tong Ling, the little yellow duck is calling you."

Little Yellow Duck is the nickname of the editor-in-chief Huang of their web editing department.

Why is it called this, because his voice is a bit sharp when he loses his temper, and he especially likes to show Xiao X text to his subordinates.

Ling Qingxuan put away her bag, knocked on the door indifferently, and then went in and sat.

"Tong Ling, you're late today." As an excellent intern, Tong Lingke always leaves early and returns late, and has never been late.

Editor-in-chief Huang turned the seat to face her.

As a man in his late thirties who hates to marry and has not married a wife, editor-in-chief Huang actually looks pretty good, except that he likes to read small X articles.

Lingqing Xuanxuan glanced at the row of succulents that he had raised to death, and said solemnly, "It's too late to read the novel."

Editor-in-chief Huang saw that the bottom of her eyes was a little dim, as if she had stayed up for a long time, and she did not pursue it any further.

"It's okay to be late, tell me, how many books have you read so far?"

The internship is almost a week, and the original owner has only read a dozen books. After all, her mind is not on this, and the original owner, who is a young and fresh literary artist, does not dare to read it seriously at all.

Ling Qingxuan said calmly, "It's almost finished."

Just go back and spend some time brushing.

"Okay! It's not bad that I'm an intern. Let's continue today and write me a summary of the initial stage."

As soon as Ling Qingxuan got up, the editor-in-chief Huang said, "If you are late, you will send a pot of plants at a time. Don't forget the rules of our department."

Ling Qingxuan looked back and nodded.

As the meal was approaching, editor Huang had an extra pot on the window... fake succulent.

Of course he didn't know it himself.

In fact, there was not much work during the internship period. Aya Qingxuan opened two documents on the computer, while quickly browsing the novel and writing the primary analysis.

"Wow, Tong Ling, brushing so fast, are your eyes okay?"

The colleague next to her was shocked when she saw the speed at which she was writing novels, and then she only wrote two words on the analysis of the document next to her.

Yellow, violent.

"..." It was too real.

"The eyes are fine, the computer may be in trouble." Ling Qingxuan clicked the mouse a few times. Due to frequent operations, her computer was stuck.

The colleague said: "The technical department is on the seventh floor, why don't you take it up and show them."

"No." The little girl took out her mobile phone, Baidu searched, and fiddled with the computer a few times according to the method, and the computer resumed operation.

"..." Really a good boy who is self-reliant.

In addition to editor Huang and Aya Qingxuan, the web editing department also has five regular employees.

Every Monday is their busiest time, follow up the author's update, review and operation, various data analysis, and market feedback.

There are also operation departments and other departments that operate at the same time, and do a good job in related publicity and publication.

All in all, it's a department with a lot of chores.

"Ah! I'm so **** off, Xixi is dragging the draft for me again!"

The colleague hammered the table, looking like he wanted to bite someone to death.

Then he adjusted his breathing and typed and urged the author on the computer side with a smile on his face.

Well, in general, this work can also train people's patience.

Each of their editors is responsible for dozens of authors, some of which have been published, some are in the process of being published, and some are being serialized on the Internet and have not yet been selected for publication.

The author of the great **** here, there are no more than five words in detail. Xixi, who has just been talked about, is considered a **** of middle age, and he is still a few steps away.

Ling Qingxuan had been intern not long ago, and after these few days, the new author must be assigned to her.

From the head to the great God, it seems so difficult.

"The company has assigned you a separate office, and that's how you spoil it? You can't even clean the ground, can you take the author well?"

Wearing sunglasses, professional attire, and high heels, a woman with neat short hair appeared at the door of the weaving department.

[Host, this is Fei Lan, the heroine, and the one who stole the original host's award in the original plot. 】

Aya Qingxuan is waiting for her here.

She was also the one who squeezed out the original female lead candidate position.

Other colleagues didn't look very happy when they saw her, but no one made a sound, only the constant sound of the keyboard reverberated.

Ling Qingxuan looked at the footprints on the A4 paper on the ground, took out her phone and took two pictures.

Fei Lan is two years older than Ling Qingxuan, so she has a sense of presence here. After all, she has been firmly established as the deputy editor-in-chief of the magazine department.

Being known by more people, the sense of presence becomes stronger, and there are more opportunities for promotion.

"What are you shooting for?" Fei Lan moved his feet. "Like these shoes? You can't afford them. It costs tens of thousands."

Ling Qingxuan said indifferently, "Miss Fei, your shoes are dirty."

She pointed to the shoe prints in the photo.

"Damage to the property of our department, the finance department will handle this matter."

Other colleagues took a few breaths and silently praised.

They actually saw such a straightforward scolding in reality.

"Who are you?" Fei Lan frowned, looking up and down the girl who looked cute and stiff, cold as frost.

After a while, she seemed to remember something, and sneered, "Sister Tong Ling, long time no see."

zz, why is she still the original master classmate?

[Uh, this, when the original owner was a sophomore, the heroine robbed her boyfriend, and between you... a bit of a festival. 】

It's another drama of grabbing male tickets.

The men in the world are so easy to grab.

Chop and feed the pigs.

[…] I dare not eat, I dare not eat.

Ling Qingxuan didn't react at all to Fei Lan's words, and directly sent the picture to the finance department.

Seeing her indifferent appearance aroused Fei Lan's competitive spirit even more.

"You have a good eye for choosing men. He Hao is still giving up on me."

No, the original owner's vision is too bad, but this seat has a good vision.

The colleague next to me asked curiously, "Tong Ling, do you know each other?"

Ling Qingxuan stared at the computer intently, "I don't know."

The sentence was blocked, Fei Lan was about to hold on to it, editor Huang came out with the book and smiled, "It's work time now. If Miss Fei needs to communicate with her work, come to the conference room."

"Not yet, I'm just here to say hello." Fei Lan glanced at Editor-in-Chief Huang, and continued to focus on the little girl who was ignoring.

Fei Lan wanted her to be jealous and envious, but she didn't reveal any strange emotions.

"Tong Ling, we are in the same company, but I can't see you when you look up. I advise you to be prudent."

"You are on the tenth floor, and I look up and bow my head, which is also on the seventh and fifth floors. What does it have to do with you?"

"Pfft." Editor-in-chief Huang's smile expanded.

This is the first time I know that this intern has a good foundation for making cold jokes.

Fei Lan stepped on the ground a few more times before leaving under the subtle expressions of the employees.

"Tong Ling, the operation department is also on the tenth floor. You offended Fei Lan, and it may affect the progress of the work."

Editor-in-chief Huang has been working for several years, so I reminded me by the way.

Although Fei Lan did not have the right to fire Ling Qingxuan, she could deliberately make things difficult.

Aya Qingxuan's computer froze again.

"Good."

I'm afraid she won't come to trouble.

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✨ Author, fast submission 3 ✨

Editor-in-chief Huang didn't say anything more. He glanced at her computer interface, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

"This is a newly published web article last month, take it back and read it." He put the book in his hand beside her desk.

"Um."

There was a delay of an hour and a half after get off work, and there was no one in the office. Ling Qingxuan locked the door and reached the downstairs of the company.

The house chosen by the original owner is close, and it can be reached within ten minutes on foot.

As soon as Ling Qingxuan finished punching the card, she saw a boy in a suit and leather shoes standing at the door. He was holding a large bouquet of roses and looked at his watch from time to time.

The enemy's road is narrow, this seems to be the original owner's ex-boyfriend He Hao.

Ling Qingxuan glanced at it, the other exits were closed, and the only way out was from there.

She went out from that exit generously. He Hao didn't recognize her at first, and then said in surprise, "Tong Ling?"

Ling Qingxuan walked straight and was stopped by him.

"I haven't seen you for two years, and you are beautiful again." He Hao smiled harmlessly, "You are also working at UQI?"

What is the rhythm of the ex-boyfriend? Ling Qingxuan frowned and thought deeply, whether he was itchy and wanted to be beaten.

[Host, the original owner and him are playing together, they are good friends. 】

It turned out that the person He Hao liked was Fei Lan, and his friend Tong Ling was in a literature club with her, so He Hao asked Tong Ling to pretend to be his girlfriend.

In this way, he has more and more opportunities to go to the club to meet Fei Lan, and then the two successfully connected, and Tong Ling became a small cannon fodder for his robbed boyfriend.

Ling Qingxuan's backpack was a little heavy, and inside it were the books that editor Huang threw to her. She wondered if she could knock He Hao's teeth out by hitting He Hao in the face like this.

The original owner's vision of making friends is not good either.

Ling Qingxuan rushed home, too lazy to pay attention to him.

"He Hao!"