Gao Xiang stayed up late to read the second volume of "Slam Dunk". As the number of words increased, he read it more and more reluctantly.

I have very complicated feelings. I want to see the content behind it, but I am afraid that I will lose it after reading it.

It wasn't until he saw the last word of the last sentence on the last page that he started beating his chest again.

Because the end of the second volume was not a small ending, he began to scratch his head again and wanted to read the third volume.

Gao Xiang began to regret why he had finished reading the second volume in such a hurry.

Because the earlier he finished reading it, the earlier he would have waited for the release of the third volume.

Gao Xiang picked up his cell phone and was about to call Aimang, asking him to write more and make the second volume longer so that he could read the content behind it.

The moment he picked up the phone, Gao Xiang stopped because the time displayed on the phone was three o'clock in the morning.

Gao Xiang quickly put down his phone. Aimang must have fallen asleep at this time.

He also has to go to bed, he has to go to work tomorrow...

A night of various dreams back to high school.

The next morning, Gao Xiang went to the magazine office early after sending his children to school.

"It's so early, Chief Editor Gao." Jia Zhexuan was stunned for a moment when he saw Gao Xiang, and then said hello.

Gao Xiang hurriedly raised his hand, said "Morning." and hurried to the office.

Jia Zhexuan suddenly seemed to have thought of something and shouted towards Gao Xiang's back, "Is there a second volume of "Slam Dunk"?"

Gao Xiang's forward steps stopped before he could answer.

Jia Zhexuan's words just now were overheard by colleagues who entered the magazine one after another.

"What? The second volume of "Slam Dunk" is out?"

"Is the second volume of "Slam Dunk" already out?"

"Is it in the hands of the editor-in-chief?"

"The editor-in-chief, let us take a look."

"I've been thinking about it for a long time and really want to see it."

"I really want to see it too."

"Chief Editor, Chief Editor, is it true?"

"Is there a chief editor?"

"Really?"

There are three black lines on Gao Xiang's head.

"No, no, I don't." Gao Xiang glanced at Jia Zhexuan and continued to walk into the office.

Having followed Gao Xiang for so long and having a close relationship, he must be different from those junior editors.

Jia Zhexuan could tell from the glance he gave him just now that Gao Xiang was one part angry, one part irritable, one part nosy, and the remaining seven parts were scolding him as an idiot...

Jia Zhexuan judged from this that the second volume of "Slam Dunk" must be available, which could be seen from the look in Gao Xiang's eyes just now that seemed to be calling him an idiot.

He suddenly regretted it very much.

If he hadn't asked so loudly and been heard by a group of small editors who kept asking questions, if he had secretly gone to the boss's office and acted coquettishly and rubbed him the hard way, the boss would have definitely shown it to him.

But I just asked so loudly that the editor-in-chief was surrounded by a group of people.

The key point is that the version sent by the author first cannot be widely shown to everyone in advance. If it is leaked, it will cause heavy losses and will not be good for the credibility of the magazine.

There are so many people talking, it’s hard to explain clearly.

So under the circumstances just now, it is impossible for the editor-in-chief to admit that the second volume of "Slam Dunk" is already available.

And what put the editor-in-chief in such an embarrassing situation was him. He could have taken a sneak peek, but now he probably can’t.

Jia Zhexuan had no choice but to go back to the office.

But I couldn't work with peace of mind in the office. All I could think about was the plot behind "Slam Dunk".

Jia Zhexuan stood up and paced back and forth.

Originally, I just wanted to read it, but it wasn’t to the point where I couldn’t sit still, because at that time I knew that Ai Mang had not yet been written, and not only could I not see it, but others also couldn’t see it, and my mentality was much more balanced.

But now I know that the second volume of "Slam Dunk" is out.

And you can read it in magazines.

What's even more uncomfortable is that in an office not far away, the people sitting and working in that office may be watching the second volume of "Slam Dunk" with relish.

"Damn it." Jia Zhexuan blurted out.

In the office not far away, Gao Xiang sneezed.

"Who missed me?"

Gao Xiang came to the magazine so early just to make a call to Lin Yu.

He felt that opening the manuscript of the second volume of "Slam Dunk" and then dialing Aimang's phone would appear more formal and ceremonial.

Lin Yu is getting ready to go to school. Little Mango doesn't need to go to school now, but he still needs it because Little Mango has an early vacation, and he still has to participate in the basketball league and go to school to practice every day.

Piano can be practiced at home, but basketball cannot be practiced. You can't play alone at home. In reality, it won't be useful for practice, because basketball is not only about practicing shooting skills, but also about teamwork. You can't shoot by yourself.

, and the shooting percentage of others following you and then shooting are completely different concepts.

So Lin Yu doesn't have to go to class, but he still has to go to school.

Just as I was about to go out, the phone rang.

At first glance, it was Gao Xiang.

It was past eleven o'clock when he sent the manuscript to Gao Xiang yesterday. According to his prediction, he would not have time to read it last night. He should have called this morning. No matter how fast he read it, it would take three hours, so

I'll call around noon.

Unexpectedly, the call came so early in the morning.

When the call was connected, before Lin Yu could speak, Gao Xiang spoke first.

"Can we add more to the second volume?" Gao Xiang got straight to the point.

Lin Yu was stunned for a moment, "Have you finished reading it all?"

"Of course, I, a middle-aged man, risked my baldness to watch your "Slam Dunk" at three in the morning."

Lin Yu was almost amused, and expressed admiration in his heart.

"So, can you add a little more?" Gao Xiang said this out of selfishness. He really wanted to see a little more.

Lin Yu thought for a while and said, "No."

Gao Xiang was choked by this sudden rejection and could not speak for a long time.

After a few seconds, he asked pitifully, "Why?"

"Because I calculated the ending, it happened to be an emotional high point." Lin Yu said seriously.

"Just add a little, just add a little." Gao Xiang said like a child.

Lin Yu was still determined, "Add a little to end with water. If you add too much, you can only write to the next emotional peak, so you need to add a lot of words. After thinking about it, I feel that the current number of words is just right."

Gao Xiang thought for a moment, "What if it's my personal relationship? I really want to read it. After finishing it last night, I couldn't bear to read it. I have to wait for the third volume."

Lin Yu laughed softly. If "Slam Dunk" is all written now, he can read it together for Gao Xiang.

But I haven't finished it yet. Even if I write more for Gao Xiang, after reading this few words, I won't be anxious to wait for the next one. The result will be the same.

Lin Yu said with a smile, "Even if I write 20,000 more words for you, what happens next?"

Gao Xiang is a smart man and understood what Aimang meant right away. Even if he wrote another 20,000 words and read it all in one go, wouldn't he still feel the same discomfort after reading it?

"Okay, then follow your plan."
Chapter completed!