Since Song Xi is now a full-time writer, even if the performance of her writing is not very good, she still sticks to the principle of updating 10,000 words a day.
She updates 10,000 words a day and has 4,000 words saved. Her life now is to sit in front of the computer every day, facing the screen, and typing away on the keyboard.
In fact, Song Xi's writing style is very good, but there are so many good articles in the online literature circle. Without a good recommendation position, it is difficult for readers to discover it.
Authors of the same period as her are now level three writers, while she is still at level one. Some newcomers even surpass her in performance as soon as they start writing, and they get a lot of recommended positions. It’s really embarrassing to think about it.
Therefore, Song Xi seldom speaks in their author group, because almost everyone is discussing so-and-so's data. Often at such times, Song Xi would be beaten to a pulp.
After Song Xi finished typing the 10,000 words that were due for update today, he looked at the densely packed text on the computer screen and his eyes became dazzled for a moment.
She closed her eyes and stretched lazily.
"Huh, I'm finally done coding."
She breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the time in the lower right corner of the screen. It was already half past five.
It's time to eat.
I got up and went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and there was nothing in it except a wilted cucumber.
Only then did she remember that the stock she had purchased a few days ago had been eaten up.
Song Xi has never been a person who would put her belly at risk, so she didn't take care of herself, just grabbed her wallet and went out.
There is an underground supermarket not far from the community where Song Xi lives, and it can be reached by just crossing a street.
She planned to buy some noodles and eggs, which can be stored for a long time and are easy to make.
Song Xi was not a lazy person before, but since she entered the online literature circle, she has been like many other authors, living a life of day and night reversed. Therefore, her pursuit of food is not so exquisite, as long as she can fill her stomach, it's enough.
She bought a large amount of food, enough to last her two weeks.
Song Xi walked back carrying the bag.
She had to rush back to cook and save four thousand manuscripts.
She spent quite a while in the supermarket, and when she came out, it was already dark.
After entering the community and walking on the road in the community garden, Song Xi always felt that something was wrong, as if someone was following her.
Her pace gradually slowed down, and suddenly she turned back. The gravel road was empty and there was no one.
Song Xi looked around. The street lights in the community had been broken for the past two days and had not been repaired yet, so in the dim sky, she could not see anything.
Shaking her head, she secretly laughed at herself for typing so hard that she felt dizzy and was afraid of everything.
He continued walking towards his small apartment carrying his things.
But the further I walked, the more obvious the feeling of being followed became.
She could even hear footsteps.
When she walked slowly, the footsteps behind her also slowed down. When she walked quickly, the footsteps behind her also quickened.
Song Xi couldn't help but feel scared, her heart pounding with nervousness.
She couldn't be so unlucky as to run into some perverted stalker.
She suddenly stopped and turned around again, but still didn't see any suspicious people.
The neighborhood is very quiet.
Just then, she saw a dark shadow moving behind a green tree nearby.
Song Xi swallowed, ran into the apartment building with his things, and then rushed into the elevator.
At this time, a tall black shadow slowly walked out from behind the green tree, silently watching Song Xi's fleeing back.
Only after she safely returned to her small apartment and locked the door did she breathe a sigh of relief.