There was a word from the editor-in-chief that made the case, and everyone who could not even make a comeback was shouting and withdrawing their troops.

It is difficult to tell whether an article is good or bad, and it is difficult to determine the future development.

The editor-in-chief's attitude is very casual, and it is this relaxed attitude that conveys a kind of comfort to the opposing editors.

Success or failure is hard to say, why not give it a try?

In fact, everyone is doing the same goal, but there is no need for internal strife or something.

The editor-in-chief came quietly and left silently.

The editor sitting in the corner just now stood in a position of agreeing with the publication. He had the upper hand now. Although he had no other selfish intentions, he was very happy after all.

However, when this joy was withdrawn and fell on the layers of light curtains in front of his desk, it was wiped out again.

"This group of old people are not practicing. Some people take the lead and compete with the newcomers in a row. If the Yunhua list cannot beat it, they will bully Qingyun list..."

The editor sighed.

Even if you know that after the Qingyun List is over, the rules and regulations issued by Qingyun Club will slap these people in the face.

But now, watching the group of people proudly stepping on some newcomers under their feet, the editor-in-chief still felt a little worried.

But after all, it’s still a blame for the incomplete rules and regulations of our Qingyun Club…

The editor looked at the shared documents sent by Liu Yuqing and put the article "Weichen" on the list of the magazine.

The submission of the article is subject to the default Qingyun Club has many platform rights, and it is not considered infringement if the editor puts it on.

He didn't expect this young article to do anything to those old people, but as long as he could bring out a little fresh air to the current situation of the old people dancing, it would be quite satisfying.

There are winds and clouds on this side, while Shen Yu on the other side can be considered leisurely and leisurely.

Although many things can be done by intelligent machines in today's society, the government still divides many job opportunities for ordinary people.

Even many public welfare work, in the eyes of Shen Yu, who is now wearing a minor shell, is completely a small benefit.

For example, when he is currently working as a newspaper and magazine, he can read all newspapers and magazines for free, and he can also add social practice proof to the archives.

Shen Yu was reading books and newspapers tirelessly in the newspaper booth. After having some experience and insight, he copied them on his laptop.

It turns out that he didn't write articles as soon as he was born, but learned it slowly.

Now that he has come to this world and starts again, even if he doesn’t adapt to the writing style here, he can only learn it again, and he does find it quite interesting.

Not everyone has the honor to be able to get in touch with another magnificent civilization and learn knowledge that can break through imagination.

Shen Yu was hungry and wrote down a certain idea that he had thought of after being triggered by the new book, which was quite enjoyable.

It is quite enjoyable, not a joy in suffering.

Because apart from being a little hungry, the working conditions are actually pretty good.

Today's newspaper booth is no longer the small square room in the past, but more like a small shop with clear windows. In addition to books and magazines, there are also drinks. Shen Yu also found first aid kits under the counter.

Shen Yu didn't find it strange. He had read the original owner's memory long before taking on this social practice and knew the necessity of the existence of the newspaper booth.

The existence of emotional disease is very strange. It is infected without any warning and the attack occurs suddenly.

Some people have no worries about food and clothing, and their relatives and friends are harmonious, but they are very sick.

Some patients look very normal on the surface, but may suddenly feel emotionally broken down while walking on the road one day.

It has a wide range and no difference, and emotional disease has become a social disease.

Some people try to save themselves when they find out that they are sick, such as turning on their brains to read articles and books, and ease themselves for a while.

Some people have been tortured for a long time and have reached the verge of self-exile. When they collapse, they quietly lose control, and do not seek help from others or save themselves.

It’s okay if these patients are at home or with friends, at least when they are most vulnerable, they are accompanied and helped.

I am afraid that when the disease occurs, there is no one around, no one can lend a helping hand, and even I am unwilling to save myself.

At this time, the existence of newspapers and magazines is more like a street rescue station, equipped with a small shop with a variety of books, newspapers and first aid kits, distributed in the streets and alleys.

There are special people left behind in it at all times, paying attention to the news from the street smart camera machines, and providing help to the uncomfortable people nearby at any time.

Sometimes this kind of help is a timely help, and sometimes this kind of help is like a kind of coercion.

"Fifty meters at the intersection of Shuxiang Road, a minor suspected of depression-type emotional disease has occurred. Please go to the rescue, please go to the rescue!"

The sudden mechanical sound was shocked by Shen Yu, and the "Snow Night Strange Talk" in his hand almost fell to the ground.

Shen Yu pinched the spine and tried not to touch those horror illustrations to put the book in the book bag. Then he quickly took the first aid kit and picked up the book bag, then switched the access personnel of the smart camera machine to the backup line, and rushed out of the newspaper booth.

Before we reached the intersection of the Bookish Road, we were crying loudly from afar.

"Woo wow wow wow--"

"Student, please get up first. If any vehicle driving on the main road fails to drive and hit you, it will be so dangerous!"

"Wuwuwuwu hurry up! Crash here!"

A baby-faced girl with tears and tears mixed with tears and nose snot was lying on the ground, patting her head, her whole body was heartbroken and had no image of a lady at all.

Shen Yu, who was sprinting over with a hundred meters of panting all the way, wiped his sweat, stopped in front of the uncle who was comforting, nodded, and looked at the baby face on the ground with great concern, and then began to look at the intersection of the book-scented road.

The uncle was confused by Shen Yu's series of actions: "You are..."

There are many subspecies of emotional diseases, because they are too complicated.

There are relatively similar types of similar characteristics, so some professionals have summarized several common emotional diseases.

Such as depression, bipolar, anti-intellectual...

The uncle had a headache: "Are you an anti-intellectual patient? Can you relieve yourself temporarily now? I called the staff on duty at a nearby newspaper booth, and I guess the person is almost here."

Shen Yu: "No, I'm on duty at a nearby newspaper booth. I received a depressed patient near Shuxiang Road and rushed over, but why didn't I see patients nearby? It's really anxious."

When the uncle heard Shen Yu say that he was not sick, he breathed a sigh of relief with his naked eyes: "It's good if it's not... Look here, this is it."

Shen Yu looked down at the baby face on the ground crying until his legs kicked: "..."

"Uncle, I'm looking for a depressed patient, not a bipolar type."

Uncle: "That's it."
Chapter completed!