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Text Chapter 221 You can do it!  (make up for yesterday)

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    On Friday night, after dinner, Jiang Sen wrote 4998 characters, and left the computer room directly at 8:30.

    After returning to the dormitory to clean up the rabbit nest, I hurried upstairs to brush my teeth and take a shower.  And in order to reward myself for the past few days, I spent more than ten minutes extravagantly after taking a shower, squeezed a pimple after a long time, and regarded it as the only recreational activity in more than a month.  After squeezing, the whole body is really comfortable, and the pressure is less than a little bit.

    After a while, he walked back to dormitory 302 with blood on his face. He hurriedly applied the medicine on his face, and then took a piece of American ginseng lozenge under his tongue, pretending to be a heart-saving pill. He didn't do his homework or papers, and immediately fell asleep.

    In less than half a minute, the sound of breathing became longer.

    No matter how noisy the outside of the bedroom on the third floor and the bedroom on the fourth floor were, I couldn't hear it at all.

    As for when the lights in the dormitory were turned off, he was completely unaware.

    Until more than ten hours later, at 7:30 on Saturday morning, when the room in dormitory 302 was still full of people sleeping, the alarm clock of the watch rang very slightly. Under the action of the biological clock,  Jiang Sen finally opened his eyes.

    This time, after yawning, he finally felt completely alive.

    Jiang Sen turned off the alarm, casually raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.  Some pimples on the forehead that were especially popped up because of staying up late and getting angry are no longer painful to the touch, and I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s because I slept well this time or the medicine that I haven¡¯t used for a long time has taken effect.  In the warm bed in late autumn, I lay nostalgic for a while longer.  Then about two minutes later, he gritted his teeth, lifted the brand-new quilt borrowed from the teacher's duty room downstairs, let the cold air outside the quilt come in, and got up with a suicidal grunt  .

    "Wow~ cool!"

    The cold air continuously blows into the room from under the door of the dormitory.  At this time last year, because the quilt was too thin, he had not been able to sleep well for the last month or so at the end of the semester.  This behavior of staying in bed is really long gone.

    Jiang Sen swiftly took the washbasin from under the bed and went out. Five or six minutes later, he returned to the bedroom equally swiftly.  Then he took his wallet and mobile phone, and a large water bottle that was full, and hurried out of the dormitory building.

    Walking out of the small courtyard of the dormitory, the sun is already shining outside.  Jiang Sen felt that time was waiting for no one, so he trotted out of the school in a hurry, bought breakfast, a bunch of biscuits, instant chicken legs and Red Bull, and returned to the computer room after a while.  Turn on the computer, eat breakfast in a hurry, review the previous plot, and conceive the following plot.  Just arrived at eight o'clock, the huge rice ball was eaten, and he hurriedly drank the remaining milk in two gulps, packed up the trash and threw it away, and then hurriedly lifted the keyboard.

    After a good night's sleep, my body and mind felt very relaxed, and I could feel it. The spirituality when I was writing came back, and I knocked a full 12,000 all morning.  Ah.  At around 12:40 noon, I sent the written manuscript to the son of the plane. While eating biscuits and drinking cold water, while thinking about the following plot, the son of the plane sent a reply from QQ: "I think  It¡¯s not as good-looking as it was a few days ago, although it¡¯s very funny, but I feel that the atmosphere is not right, it was written very seriously a few days ago, with a sense of war epic, but today it¡¯s broken.¡±

    Jiang Sen replied directly: "Fuck off, idiot! I don't accept any criticism!"

    The son of the plane was silent for a few seconds, and said, "Second master, you are right, sorry to bother you."

    Jiang Sen nodded with a sullen face, still very unhappy in his heart.

    After a while, after eating two packs of biscuits, he felt that he was already stuffed. He stood up again, shook his hands and feet a little, and saw that the time was almost faster, then hurriedly sat back at the computer desk and switched back to the working state.

    Still muttering in his mouth, you really know what a der, the epic sense of shit!

    A few days ago, I was obviously unable to write anything, so I tried my best to make up the word count with the description of the scene and the psychology of both parties. Today is the normal level of the master, and the mother still has the face of disgust.  Is there a reading level?  Do you have aesthetic ability?  Do you have culture?

    I have editors like you for Xingxing Xingxing Chinese website

    Forget it, stop scolding.

    Jiang Sen forgave the professional level of the son of the plane. After all, he is only engaged in online literature, and he must learn to accept their business market thinking logic and limited literary literacy.  Then, just as he was about to type, the phone in his pocket suddenly buzzed and vibrated again.

    Jiang Sen picked it up and saw that it belonged to Lu Xiaona. He frowned slightly, worried that the old sister might have some thoughts about the young man's sex, but he hesitated for a second before picking it up, "Hello."

    "Johnson! I have good news for you! I'm going to send you some money!"

    "My day!" Jiang Sen said all of a suddenHe moved lightly, for fear of waking Jiang Sen up.  The setting sun in the afternoon slanted into the classroom and fell on Jiang Sen's head through the window.  A few little girls walked past him full of distress, wanting to touch his head, but they were afraid that if they did, their hands would rot, and they were very conflicted.

    I don't know how long it took, but the entire campus fell silent.

    "Woo~~~~" Jiang Sen opened his eyes and stretched his waist, but found that the surroundings were pitch black, and all the chairs in the classroom had been buckled upside down on the table.  There was still a test paper under him, but it was not taken away.

    He hurriedly raised his hand to check the time, and found that it was already early 8 o'clock in the evening. His stomach was growling, and he stood up in an instant, packed his schoolbag and ran out of the classroom.

    Half an hour later, after eating the biscuits and changing the rabbit's food, he hurried to the computer room again.

    ?Friday is the rest, but five thousand words is still necessary, otherwise the debt will be repaid, and the debt will really be repaid

    On the last Friday of 2005, Johnson spent tirelessly in the computer room.

    The next day is Saturday 31st, and the next day is New Year's Day in 2006, and there is no additional holiday. Jiang Sen desperately survived the two days. In addition to sending two happy new year text messages to Lao Kong and Wu Chen, he didn't waste half a day.  seconds of time.

    In the end, what he got in exchange was the son of the plane, the text message that made him tense and comforted.

    "There are 150,000 words left, 9 days. Second Master! I believe in you! You can do it!"

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