What to Do When I Become a Koi and Fall into the Male God’s Bathtub

He Ruge put the item back into his backpack with mixed feelings and turned off the game’s code with astonishing self-control. He saw a large pile of unread messages jumping non-stop in QQ.

The emotionless coding machine: “Congratulations, you’re on the clip-on!”

The “clip-on” was Jinjiang’s thousand-word profit list. It was on the upper left corner of the bookshelf. Every V article only had one chance to be on the list, which was from the early morning to the evening of the fourth day. It could stay there for 24 hours, which was equivalent to being on the shelves.

The clip-on covered all topics, and the top six were on the first page of the clip-on. In the whole of Jinjiang, there was no other list that had more exposure than the clip.

There was a saying in the writer’s circle, “The clip-on decides life and death.”

He Ruge was so engrossed in the game until late at night that he forgot about the clip-on.

Sure enough, the game messed things up.

He very calmly pulled down the chat log, and when he saw the next message, his calmness was shattered.

The emotionless coding machine: “The clip-on is number three! You’re on the first page! Steady, steady! You’re going to fly!!! ”

The emotionless coding machine: “Picture jpg.”

This was a screenshot that the clip-on had just refreshed. He Ruge’s article was on the third place. The first and second places were all excellent authors.

The hand that was holding onto the frame of his glasses was trembling slightly. He Ruge continued to read the next message.

The emotionless coding machine: “Ah ah ah, you’ve made a comeback! You’ve made a comeback to the second place! Duck flushing! I won’t allow you to stop!!!!!! ”

The time of the message was 3 am.

The ranking on the Thousand Word Earnings List was subject to change. When the Thousand Word Earnings List was higher than the previous article, it would move up by one place. However, it was not very common for the author to make a comeback.

The emotionless coding machine: “Ah, I’m so excited and so nervous. Why aren’t you replying to me? Don’t tell me you forgot that you’re going to be clip-on!”

The emotionless coding machine: “Good night! I’m so tired! I’m going to sleep first! ”

The message ended here.

He Ruge was in a trance as he opened Jinjiang. When he saw the Thousand Word Earnings List, he realized —

Hey, why does the cover of the first article look so familiar? It seems like he made the cover himself.

He, He Ru Ge, a terrible writer, terrible writer, terrible writer. At nine o ‘clock this morning, he made a comeback to first place on the Thousand Word Earnings Board.

His article collection was increasing by the second. Last night, it was still in the four digits, but now it was in the five digits.

The emotionless coding machine said, “I’m about to have a gay friend that the whole world knows is super good at writing!”

At noon, he would collect 15,000 gold coins.

At 10: 30 PM, he would collect 19,000.

At the last minute before 12 o ‘clock, he had collected 20,000.

At this point, the daily collection of the clip had increased by more than ten thousand. In recent years, during the period of explosive traffic in the web novel circle, for the first time, an article with a rise of over ten thousand appeared on Jinjiang Binjiang Binjiang, causing a stir in the author forum. Although it was no longer unusual for a clip to have a rise of over ten thousand, it was still not a common occurrence.

He Ruge took off.

In his first year of working full-time after graduation, he successfully took off.

New patterns appeared on his legs. Other than the more red patterns, there were also silver-white patterns.

Was this the change that Eight Arms had mentioned back then, the “Power of Faith” that he had collected during the “Awakening” period?

He Ruge also noticed that his hair had grown longer.

He Ruge’s hair had never gone past his ears before, but now it had grown to the sides of his shoulders. He Ruge wanted to take a pair of scissors to cut off his hair, but when the blade was pointed at his hair, He Ruge hesitated.

After all, it was his first time being a demon, so he could not be too rash.

Was there something special about demons’ hair, like the taboo of “Don’t cut your hair in the first month, cut your hair and kill your uncle”?