The next day.
Song Xi got up, washed up, and planned to hang out in the group for a while before starting to write as usual, but she found that the group was still very lively today.
Did everyone take stimulants? They can chat up to 99+ so early.
She silently peeked at the screen for a long time before realizing that it was Song Xi, whose pen name was the same as her real name, who sent a few screenshots.
Song Xi looked at those screenshots and felt depressed again early in the morning.
They are both named Song Xi, why is this person with the pen name Song Xi so lucky? Huahua Editor's tone towards Song Xi is completely doting.
Song Xi immediately thought of what happened last night when Huahua editor said to her in a very cold tone, "I don't remember", and she felt even more uncomfortable.
So, is it really okay to treat people differently like this
Just when she was feeling uncomfortable, the author named Song Xi sent out another screenshot.
Then he sent a sentence with several exclamation marks.
"Oh my god, am I dreaming? I'm actually recommended by an editor."
Then, immediately there was a group of people congratulating each other.
Song Xi didn't understand what there was to congratulate.
Just then, a private message popped up. Song Xi took a look and found that it was from an author with whom she had a good relationship.
"Hey, what's going on? I see your grades are much better than Song Xi's. How come it won't be her turn when it comes to recommendation?"
"have no idea."
Perhaps, in the editor's mind, her presence has become extremely low.
If all she needs to do is to get along well with the editor, if all she needs to do is act cute and make her presence felt, then what is the point of her working so hard on typing
If what you write cannot be discovered and seen by more people, it is no different from garbage.
Once this emotion comes out, it is like a gushing flood that cannot be controlled.
She found the account of the editor Huahua and stared at Huahua's name.
Humph, both are called Huahua, but the Huahua she adopted is so different.
I don't know why, but she was like a madman, typing away quickly on the keyboard. When she came to her senses, she saw all the indignant words she had written, and sent them all out in one go.
Oh my god, it’s over.
She tried to withdraw it quickly, but it was too late.
Song Xi's little heart felt chilled to the bone.
I guess when Huahua sees what she said, he will directly put her on the blacklist.
It’s over. Forget about getting a recommendation spot. I guess her article will be forgotten.
Thinking of this, Song Xi felt that he had to finish the current article quickly, and then change his identity and join another group.
I can't stay in Huahua's group anymore.
In the office, Mossen was answering questions from some young authors and waiting for Song Xi to come to him after seeing the recommended position.
In the end, Song Xi didn't wait for the show, but instead waited for a certain Meatball who started to criticize him harshly.
It was a long paragraph, all about how biased he was, and how he couldn't even remember the author who had worked in his group for a year.
Is he partial? Well, a little bit, but he definitely didn't remember the meatball.
Because he had just taken over Zhongxia's position, how could he know about the previous editing
However, this meatball looks very familiar.
Mossen narrowed his silver eyes, and his feminine and charming face looked particularly seductive, and the female editor at the next table was stunned.
He still had some impression of the one involved in pornographic works and the author ranked before Song Xi. That must be her.
Well, just because of her tearful accusation, he would remember this pill.