Li Xianxian smiled, "No worries, inspiration is flooding in, just wait for me to finish writing this piece."
Even though Li Xianxian's memory is excellent, the saying "the dullest pencil is better than the sharpest memory" still applies to her. She still needs to write down an outline in advance so she doesn't forget.
After the outlines were listed, she started to write each piece one after another.
Her works, each one of them, are always stunning!
In this life, she is determined to be the most dazzling person, standing shoulder to shoulder with Mo Baichuan!
The only pitiful thing was those who deserved to die didn't die. But that's okay, she just needs to hurry up and publish her work in advance.
After all, she is an original author!
Does she have to worry about someone plagiarizing her work?
Zhang Yingying started to wash her face and comb her hair, "Xianxian, take care of your health."
"Mmm," Li Xianxian nodded, "I know."
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