The call was connected.

"Hey, Qingluo, my aunt asked me why you haven't come home yet."

"Didn't I say, I run."

Ning Chunyan glanced at the time.

"Running? It's so late now, and you're still running? It's very unsafe. Why don't you let me come with you?"

"You are stupid. Running is such a personal thing, how can you just show it to others?"

"Haven't you seen "Chungking Express"? You also said you don't like watching movies!"

"What's Chungking Express?"

"...It's nothing, please pay attention to your knees."

"Don't pay attention, we've already finished running."

Chen Qingluo was sitting on the steps next to the playground, wearing only a short T-shirt. She was completely soaked with sweat, and her whole body was sticky. If she put her hand vertically into the mountain range on her chest and pulled it out, she would definitely be able to pull it out.

Get out a pool of water.

She said into the phone: "Quick, I want to go to your house."

Ning Chunyan said: "Why did you come to my house?"

"Your home is relatively close." Chen Qingluo said, "I have been working on an idea just now, and now I have the beginning of a 20,000-word novel in my mind. I want to write them down quickly so as not to forget them. Quick, quick, quick, I am going to your house.

Do you agree or not?"

"Ah? Ah?? If you pace a little slower, I can't keep up..."

"Hurry up and say less. The brain area for writing and thinking and the brain area for language function are the same part. If you say a few more words, the novel I just conceived will fly away."

"Okay, okay, come here. I'll come down to pick you up."

Ning Chunyan went downstairs in her bear pajamas, and Chen Qingluo came over with a murderous look. She didn't dare to ask or say anything, and took her straight upstairs.

Like a bandit, Chen Qingluo rushed into Ning Chunyan's room and locked the door. She pulled away the stool and sat down in front of her computer. She threw Wang Zixu's manuscript on the ground to clear the table, and then took off her sweaty top and threw it away.

Go to Wang Zixu's manuscript, reveal her high bulging white bra and slender waist, and put her hands on Ning Chunyan's keyboard.

Ning Chunyan was shocked and angry but dared not speak. He lay on the bed and watched her creation.

Chen Qingluo's hand speed is fast and smooth, which has gone beyond the scope of typing. It is simply pouring the words and sentences in her mind into the computer. Her fingers are so fast that afterimages appear, and the cursor on the screen keeps moving.

There is no one with a stop.

Although you can't see what she wrote, her dedicated demeanor and crazy input speed can make people feel the pressure coming towards them.

For writers, creation is also a very personal matter and cannot be shown to others casually. Seeing the madness of the creator behind the words, it is difficult to maintain a normal mind when reading.

But Chen Qingluo still did it as if no one else was watching. She couldn't control anything anymore. Behind her madness, Ning Chunyan seemed to see a soul crying silently.

It could also be her imagination.

Ning Chunyan couldn't help but sigh: "Madam! Madam!"

Chen Qingluo ignored her at all.

She knew that she had completely entered a state of flow, and now she would not feel even an earthquake. The last time she saw someone typing so immersedly, it was Wang Zixu who was revising a manuscript in Mei Rucheng's office.

Chen Qingluo's monotonous input voice became the best hypnotic tool, and Ning Chunyan fell asleep unknowingly.

When she opened her eyes again, the sky outside the window was slightly brighter. Chen Qingluo was staring at the computer screen intently, rubbing her fingers while her short-sleeved top was back on her body.

Ning Chunyan rubbed his sleepy eyes: "Have you finished writing?"

"It's not finished yet." Chen Qingluo said, "It's just the beginning."

"How many words?"

She leaned over from behind Chen Qingluo and was shocked when she saw the number of words in the lower right corner - more than fifteen thousand words.

"You wrote this all in one night?" Ning Chunyan was mostly awake.

Chen Qingluo nodded: "Look at it for me, I'll squint for a while."

Ning Chunyan said: "I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

“Is it more important to brush my teeth or my novel?”

"Brushing my teeth is important because the teeth grow in my own mouth."

After Ning Chunyan finished brushing her teeth, Chen Qingluo lay facelessly on her bed with her eyes closed tightly, as if she was in a coma.

She sat down in front of the computer, scrolled the mouse wheel, turned to the beginning of the story, and slowly read down.

Then she sank in.

When she saw the point where the story stopped, she gasped for air as if she was rising from the water.

What is this? Is this a novel? Is it written by Chen Qingluo?

Who does Tai Chi? Who makes the lion's roar?

When did Chen Qingluo have such power?

She jumped on the bed and shook Chen Qingluo vigorously, but Chen Qingluo still didn't know who she was. She patted her little face, and then she slowly woke up and stared at her with confused eyes.

"How long do you plan to write this?"

"200,000 words." Chen Qingluo said.

Ning Chunyan said excitedly: "Then I think this year's Mao Dun Literature Award has been booked in advance! How did you make a breakthrough? If you keep writing like this, you won't be a talented woman, you will be a great person in the literary world! Hurry up!

Finish writing! I’ll write 15,000 a day and publish it next month. Then come be my editor-in-chief and I’ll just sit back and wait for our magazine to take off!”

Before she was even halfway through her words, Chen Qingluo had already fallen asleep again.

She climbed back to the table, helped Chen Qingluo adjust the format, clicked print, clamped the manuscript paper with a paper clip, and rushed out of the room waving:

"Dad! Come and take a look! The beginning of a new work written by Qing Luo!"

Ning Bingru had just gotten up and was staring blankly at the unfamiliar women's shoes at the door. Then her daughter stuffed the manuscript paper into her arms.

"Qingluo is here? When did you come?"

"Stop asking, just watch!" Ning Chunyan panted, "We'll talk after watching!"

Ning Bingru returned to her room, found her reading glasses and put them on. After reading, she raised her head and asked, "How many words does she plan to write?"

"200,000."

Ning Bingru said: "Then this year's Mao Dun Literature Prize will be awarded."

"Really? I think so too."

The door to the house was pushed open, and her mother came in with vegetables. While changing her shoes, she said, "Is Qingluo here? I saw her shoes yesterday. I saw that your door was closed, so I didn't dare to disturb you."

Ning Bingru took the manuscript and said to his wife: "Come and take a look at Qing Luo's new work."

Her mother stared at the manuscript and said, "Qing Luo has some inspiration? Wait a minute. I'll wash my hands first."

After drying her hands, she sat down on the sofa, took the manuscript and started reading. After reading, she raised her head and asked, "Is this a short story or a long story?"

"A long story, she said she planned to write 200,000 words."

The mother said: "Aren't you going to win this year's Mao Dun Literature Award? Qingluo, this kid, has made great progress!"

Chen Qingluo turned over on the bed, her closed eyelids trembled slightly, her lips murmured, and she didn't know what she was dreaming about. Her green hair stuck to her face, and her short-sleeved top was turned up during her sleep, revealing a white waist.

Showing an enchanting beauty.

…

The next day, Wang Zixu didn't go to work again. Once a person breaks through his own bottom line, there will be no end to the decline.

Now he is like a bully in his own unit. Even if he misses a day or two, no one will dare to say anything.
Chapter completed!