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Chapter 11

Chapter 11. The First Batch of Vegetables Ripe

    Chu Yu: "..."

    Little brother, what's the matter with you?

    Chu Yu was unconvinced, but when she looked down, it was actually this kind of comment -

    [Your male god is on my bed:? ? ? 】

    【A word disagreement: Don't! We just love to see you write dog blood love, obsessed with this sour taste. ]

    [You double groan: I hope the author has a B number, don't you know where your fans come from? Serious warning, if you change the content, our fans will not buy it. ]

    [A passer-by: Dip, warning from fan to black. ]

    ...

    Chu Yu: ...? ? ?

    Are all my fans black? What should I do if I suddenly get a little angry?

    It was the one who questioned her at first, "I'm going to hehe" and sent her a private message. Chu Yu accepted her as a friend, and then saw "I'm just going to hehe" said to her in a rare and friendly way.

    I just said: [Don’t worry about the ups and downs on Starnet. If you want to tear it up, we will take care of you. Usually, just write well and add more updates to us. Make a code word machine without emotion, you know? ]

    An emotionless coding machine...

    What kind of fan is this? It's too real.

    Looking at these words, Chu Yu suddenly felt a sense of sadness, and she was determined to be stubborn for herself.

    Chuyu: [I don't. ]

    I just hehe: [Yo, I still have a little temper. 】

    Chuyu:【I also have a dream. In the future, I will definitely write a well-received and well-received article. You must believe me. 】

    I'm going to hehe: [...]

    I'm going to hehe: […………]

    I'm just going to hehe: [Baby, be good, don't make trouble. ]

    Chuyu: [Hmph! I will definitely prove it to you! must! ! ! 】

    After posting this sentence, Chu Yu went offline like a grudge, but she avoided the disturbances on the Internet, but she couldn't escape the pressure from the brain right next to her ear.

    [According to your current income analysis, as long as you continue to write the same type of "God of War", although the follow-up income may not be as popular as the first one, it can still make you and the little master rich and worry-free for a lifetime, why not continue? 】

    Chu Yu frowned, "I have dreams, dreams! Do you understand? What's the difference between having no dreams and being a salted fish!"

    【Forgive me for not understanding. ] Zhinao did not hesitate, 【Dream... How many star coins can I sell? 】

    "..." The cold mechanical voice pierced Chu Yu's fiery heart.

    This is called an emotionless money-making machine.

    Chu Yu was very tired, feeling like the whole world didn't understand her vicissitudes, "You don't understand that the value of some things cannot be measured purely by money. I choose to innovate, and I am also challenging myself." "And I write

    new Type red, not only can I prove myself, but I can also slap that sunspot in the face, not only for myself, but also for those readers who read my article...Is there anything more interesting than this?