Chapter 516 Want to die
After dinner, several parents left one after another.

After communicating with the editor, Li Luo reached for the desk, and after some hesitation, he simply took both cups and went to the living room to pour a glass of water, and then a glass of juice.

Before the summer vacation, Li Luo would put Xu Youyu's water cup in the bedroom and use it to drink water while typing.

The one Ying Chanxi gave him was for use in school.

It's summer vacation now, and Ying Chanxi's water cups have been taken back, so there are a bit too many cups now.

Li Luo took a sip of juice and continued to type.

"I'm Really Not a Celebrity" has been serialized for more than two years, and the word count has reached five million words.

Thanks to his strong daily hydrological skills and the four career lines he had planned early on, he has a lot to write about when he has sufficient ammunition.

If he were a normal author, he would have probably reached a stage of fatigue by now.

There will be a situation where you feel physiologically averse to typing later.

Generally, this symptom will be resolved when the old book is completed and the new book begins.

Simply put, people are always passionate about their new love, but they will get bored with it after being with it for a long time.

Li Luo now relies purely on the powerful function of the Memory Palace to maintain a good typing state.

With the online writing experience from the previous life as a foundation, in this life with the help of the Memory Palace, I have these five million words of content to hone and verify.

Today, Li Luo has built a framework for writing entertainment articles that is very suitable for him.

Ever since "I'm Really Not a Celebrity" became a hit, many authors online have been analyzing the logic behind the book's popularity, disassembling its framework and techniques, and trying to replicate it.

But Li Luo is very self-aware, and to put it bluntly, the quality of his book is just so-so.

In other words, the performance of online literature does not entirely depend on its quality.

Once its quality reaches a relatively good level, the rest depends entirely on the traffic it can attract.

There are many popular books that had no one interested when they were hundreds of thousands or a million words long. But when they were over two million words long, they suddenly became popular due to word of mouth.

The book that originally had a few hundred subscriptions was this one, and the book that later had tens of thousands of subscriptions was also this one.

Therefore, it is difficult to judge the quality of a book simply by its grades.

"Li Luo."

Just as Li Luo was typing and thinking about these things, the door of the master bedroom was pushed open.

Yan Zhusheng poked his head in from outside and shouted at him.

"What's wrong?" Li Luo stopped pointing, turned to look at Yan Zhusheng, and asked puzzledly.

"I want to come in."

"Then keep quiet, I'm still typing."

"Oh~"

Yan Zhusheng came in obediently, closed the door, walked to the bed and sat down, looking at Li Luo's profile.

She admired Li Luo who was typing seriously for a while, and then her eyes fell on the desk.

When Yan Zhusheng saw the two cups placed side by side, he puffed his lips and felt a little unhappy again.

But she didn't say anything, not wanting to disturb Li Luo, and just waited for him to finish typing.

At about ten o'clock, Li Luo finished his work for the day, stretched out in the chair, and then turned to look at Yan Zhusheng who was sitting beside the bed.

Yan Zhusheng was wearing a nightgown. Judging from the style, she probably learned it from Xu Youyu.

It’s a pity that the chest can’t be supported, and the upper body looks a little worse.

But a pair of long and beautiful legs peeked out from the hem of her skirt, and her fair skin was like the pure white snow on the top of a mountain, making up for the points that had been deducted previously.

Yan Zhusheng noticed his gaze, so he lifted his feet and placed them on Li Luo's thighs.

All of a sudden, the skirt, which was not very long to begin with, slid down along the lowest point of the height difference. From Li Luo's perspective, he could even see a lovely touch of pure white.

"What are you doing?"

"My legs are a little tired." Yan Zhusheng shook her dazzlingly white long legs and looked up at Li Luo, "Pinch it."

Li Luo had no choice but to act as a masseur and provide massage services to Miss Yan.

Yan Zhusheng lay on his back on Li Luo's bed while enjoying Li Luo's warm hands. Then he thought of the two cups on the desk and couldn't help asking, "Li Luo."

"Ok?"

"I also want a water cup for my birthday in August."

Li Luo: "This thing is not necessary..."

"I want it." Yan Zhusheng looked at Li Luo seriously, and seemed unwilling to give in.

The pair of beautiful legs on Li Luo's thighs also shook, and Li Luo was unable to control himself.

"Okay, okay, if you want it, then you want it." Li Luo quickly surrendered and held her legs to stop her from moving. "I'll take you there on your birthday, okay? It's just a water cup."

After getting Li Luo's affirmative answer, Yan Zhusheng finally showed a satisfied smile, and her body completely relaxed. She lay on Li Luo's bed and continued to enjoy Li Luo's service.

Seeing this beautiful scene, Li Luo lifted Yan Zhusheng's legs and let her lie down on the bed. He pressed his whole body on her and whispered in her ear: "Teacher Yan, I feel like going to class."

……

Halfway through the class, Ying Chanxi, who had just finished taking a shower, knocked on the door and came in.

Seeing Yan Zhusheng nestling in Li Luo's arms on the bed, Ying Chanxi immediately puffed out his lips and sat down on the chair a little angrily.

"Blow down my hair for me."

"coming."

Li Luo got out of bed and helped Ying Chanxi blow dry her wet long hair.

I don’t know if it’s because of the Monopoly game on Xu Youyu’s birthday, but now Ying Chanxi has become a little immune to seeing Li Luo and Yan Zhusheng or Xu Youyu being intimate.

Although I would feel jealous, I didn't have too many other emotions. I just wanted it too.

Li Luo actually enjoyed it under such subtle influence.

At around eleven o'clock in the evening, after Li Luo had taken care of Ying Chanxi and Yan Zhusheng and coaxed them to go back to their rooms to sleep, he came to the door of Xu Youyu's bedroom and knocked gently.

After getting Xu Youyu's consent, Li Luo pushed the door open and walked in, and saw Xu Youyu squatting on a chair, staring at the computer screen in deep thought.

The document was filled with densely packed text that listed various settings for the new book, and it looked very complicated.

Xu Youyu turned her head to look at Li Luo who walked into the room, with a little excitement on her face, and quickly waved Li Luo to come over to show him her recent preparations. Li Luo was very patient, sitting by the bed and listening to her explain her ideas, and then corroborating them with his impression of the basic popular works of the Reiki Revival School, and then giving her some advice.

Although he didn't talk much, he always got to the point just right, which made Xu Youyu's eyes light up.

"Your current settings are actually a bit redundant. Don't get too caught up in them." Li Luo reminded, "The key is that you have to draw out a sufficiently attractive main plot within this system framework."

For many newcomers to online literature, they have strong abilities in making settings and can always come up with some very good world views and upgrade systems.

But the focus of online literature is still the story.

No matter how good your setting is, it is not as good as a well-written story.

Without a wonderful main story, even the best setting will become dull.

Although Xu Youyu already has a book with 10,000 subscriptions, he is not considered a newcomer to online literature.

But what she had written before was entertainment literature after all, and this thing has the same urban background as the theme of spiritual energy revival.

But the writing style is two completely different things.

For entertainment articles, the main plot is very simple. As long as you find a good entry point into the era, the rest is how the protagonist can become a "superstar."

But for a subject like "Spiritual Revival", its content is very broad. If you can't find a suitable main line, it's easy to write in a scattered and confusing manner.

"I don't want to write too big, and I'll keep the map as small as possible. I won't write in the form of changing the map all the time." Xu Youyu thought for a moment, then held the mouse and scrolled, "Look at this."

Li Luo looked carefully and saw three big words on it - Phoenix Mountain.

"This is the original location of my design," Xu Youyu said. "The protagonist is an incense maker who lives at the foot of Phoenix Mountain. This place is considered a tourist attraction."

"As the influence of the spiritual energy revival gradually spreads, Phoenix Mountain is one of the first places to show signs of it."

"I plan to write the main storyline around Phoenix Mountain. In the middle stage, this place can be used as the protagonist's training ground, where he can open a mountain and recruit disciples."

Xu Youyu became more and more excited as he spoke. Under Li Luo's guidance, his imagination was set free and onto the right track. The originally vague main framework soon became clear.

But because they were so excited about the conversation, Xu Youyu kept holding Li Luo and refused to let him leave. They chatted for several hours, until two or three in the morning.

Li Luo was so sleepy in the end that he fell asleep directly on Xu Youyu's bed.

The next day, Ying Chanxi and Yan Zhusheng went to look for Li Luo for a morning jog but didn't find him, so they came to Xu Youyu's room door tacitly, pushed it open, and saw someone's figure.

"Who told me and Zhu Sheng to go back to sleep yesterday?" Ying Chanxi walked to the bed and woke Li Luo up, saying unhappily, "They said it would be a waste if we didn't use the four bedrooms, and then you left the master bedroom empty?"

Li Luo was still a little confused at this time. He opened his eyes in a daze and was confused by Ying Chanxi's questioning.

He had no logical organization ability at this time, so he had to rely on his intuition and hugged Ying Chanxi into his arms: "I'm so sleepy... Let me sleep a little longer."

Ying Chanxi's cheeks flushed immediately when he hugged her. She seemed to be struggling, but she didn't want to break free.

Yan Zhusheng, who was standing beside him, suddenly said, "Xixi, do you want to sleep too?"

"I, I didn't!" Ying Chanxi finally broke free. Seeing that Li Luo was still very sleepy, he couldn't help but ask, "What time did you two go to bed last night?"

"Sister Yu is preparing a new book, and she kept me talking all night." Li Luo rubbed his forehead with a headache, "I didn't fall asleep until after 3 o'clock yesterday, so I won't go for the morning run today. You two can go and buy some breakfast."

"Okay." Ying Chanxi didn't force it. He just glanced at Xu Youyu who was still sleeping soundly on the other side of the bed, and couldn't help but say, "Why don't you go back to your room and sleep?"

"It's too much trouble... Let's just make do with it for now."

"Hmph." Ying Chanxi angrily pulled Yan Zhusheng away and went downstairs for a morning jog.

At half past six, he brought back breakfast.

Li Luo got out of bed at this time, had a quick bite, and then pulled Xu Youyu up from the bed to have breakfast.

"You still have to attend the graduation ceremony today, right?" Li Luo reminded, "You are the top student in liberal arts in our school, and you still have to prepare for a speech on stage."

After these words were spoken, Xu Youyu, who originally wanted to stay in bed, finally came to his senses. After mumbling a few words, he got out of bed and put on the school uniform handed to him by Li Luo.

The morning graduation ceremony for the senior students of the Affiliated No. 1 Middle School was scheduled for eight o'clock in the morning, so we had to be in the classroom at seven-thirty.

After Xu Youyu finished his breakfast, he still had some spare time.

Although she was still a little sleepy, the remaining time was not enough for her to take a short nap, so she had to sit at the desk, think about it, and take out the letters that her classmates had given her before.

"What is this?" Li Luo asked curiously.

"It was suggested by a classmate before." Xu Youyu said, "Imitate the model of the literature club and write a letter to the person you want to say something to. This is the letter I received before."

"We agreed that we can only open it and read it after the college entrance examination is over."

"But it was my birthday that day, so I forgot about it. I just remembered it now."

"So many people wrote to you?" Li Luo was a little surprised, then laughed teasingly, "Are they all brave love letters?"

"What are you thinking about?" Xu Youyu rolled his eyes at him, "At least half of them were given by girls, okay?"

"That means you, Sister Yu, are popular with both men and women."

"Go away." Xu Youyu laughed, "Don't disturb me while I'm reading the letter."

As he spoke, Xu Youyu casually opened a letter.

Out of respect for her privacy, Li Luo avoided her sight when she opened the letter and took out his mobile phone to check.

As a result, after a few seconds, Li Luo heard the sound of letters being opened again, and the speed was getting faster and faster.

Li Luo looked up and found that Xu Youyu's face was flushed. He was frantically opening the letter. After taking a look, he angrily threw it on the table, then opened another letter, and repeated the cycle.

In the end, Xu Youyu let out a wail, and threw himself on the desk, screaming "Ahhhhhh", as if he had been beaten dozens of times.

"What's wrong with you?" Li Luo's face was full of confusion, but he finally couldn't help but picked up one of the letters and took a look.

The next second, he couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing.

"You're still laughing!" Xu Youyu cried and punched Li Luo's chest with her little fist. She felt extremely ashamed.

"I think it's okay. It can be considered a graduation surprise." Li Luo held back his laughter and let Xu Youyu vent.

As for the content of the letter, it was naturally the students of Class 36 of Senior High School, expressing their appreciation for the class monitor's masterpiece.

I have to say that the students in the liberal arts class have really good writing skills, and their praises are well-reasoned and organized.

However, the more serious the praise was, the more embarrassed Xu Youyu became, and he wanted to die.

Li Luo held Xu Youyu, who was crying in his arms, and whispered in her ear: "Sister Youyu, don't forget, you still have to give a speech today."

"Shut up!"

(End of this chapter)