"Pi, what's wrong?" Zhang Zian followed it upstairs.
Pi couldn't wait to grab his hand and lead him to the desk.
"Eeek! Eeek! " Pi jumped up and down excitedly. Zhang Zian had never seen it so excited before, and its physical strength seemed to have recovered a lot. It was even more energetic than when it first came to the pet shop.
"Don't worry! Don't worry! Be careful of falling down! "Zhang Zian was afraid that it would fall down in a hurry, so he quickly reminded it.
Pi pointed at the screen for him to see. On the screen was the works management page of the website, and the column for the number of favorites was displayed: 735.
"What?"
Zhang Zian rubbed his eyes, thinking that he had seen it wrong. But when he looked again, it was still 735.
"Is there something wrong with the website? Some coders get carried away at the end of the year and like to court death. They probably found their next target, so all they do is create trouble and get taught a lesson by their boss. "He tried to find a reasonable explanation for the abnormal situation in front of him.
He did advertise in the reading list last night, trying to get more readers for Pi, but the number of favorites increased by more than 600 overnight. It was unbelievable. Compared to a miracle, he was more inclined to think that there was a mistake at the back end of the website.
"Pi, try refreshing the page," he suggested.
Pi refreshed the page.
Favorites: 741.
Refresh again.
Favorites: 749.
Almost every time the page was refreshed, the number of favorites would increase.
"Eeek! Eeek! "
Pi clicked the mouse excitedly and refreshed the page.
Zhang Zian stared at the crazily rising numbers with it. He didn't think about anything. If this was a dream, he hoped that he could wake up later.
"Pi, go to the comment section. If there are really so many people reading it, they will definitely leave comments," he said. Although he was also very happy, he had to calm down at this time to suppress his joy.
Pi opened the comment section, and Zhang Zian was surprised to see that the comment section was full of comments, most of which were encouraging words.
[Fantasy Night 1]: It's not bad. I finished reading it in one go. The main thing is that the captured pets are very interesting, and each has its own benefits. The description of the pets is also very good (although I don't know if it's right). But it's a book, and I want to feel good.
[virtualhai]: "Very good. I've fallen in love today. It's been a long time since I've seen such a good article ~"
[Shen Man Shuhai]: "Author ~ Four recommendation tickets every day are yours." It won't stop until it catches fire.
[I Am Sparks Shimmer]: "Dear author, please take a look at other people's book reviews. It's very useful."
: Come on, the book list recommended you. I'm rooting for you!
…
Before today, there were only three comments in the comment section, but now there were at least a dozen, and new comments were constantly popping up.
Not only did the number of favorites and comments increase, but the number of clicks and recommendation votes also skyrocketed at an unbelievable speed, almost exponentially!
Looking at the dazzling array of messages with different tones, Zhang Zian believed that this was definitely not a dream, because dreams would not be so beautiful.
Now, he could finally confirm that the advertisement he placed last night was effective. Pi's novel was liked by many list holders and was added to their reading lists.
But he did not intend to say this, because there was no need. This was a novel written by Pi, and he had only done some insignificant work to help it advertise, just like how he helped Uncle Li advertise.
"Pi, did you see that? Everyone likes your novel. Congratulations! Don't ever say that you're not suitable for writing novels again, "he said, staring into Pi's eyes.
"Eek! Eek! "
Pi grabbed his arm tightly, sobbing, tears dripping down its cheeks like pearls from a broken necklace.
"Don't cry, Pi. You should be happy now!" He gently patted its shoulder to comfort it, and took out a tissue to give it. Even in the worst times, Pi did not cry. Now that the situation was getting better, it started to cry.
He could understand its feelings. It was just like when Zhao Qi first walked into his pet shop. After being suppressed for so long, and accompanied by loneliness for so long, Pi finally saw the light. Writing a novel was just a spur of the moment, but it gradually put all its time and energy into it, and even stopped reading Chinese books. How could it not be happy that its efforts had finally paid off?
Pi took the tissue, wiped its tears, and nodded repeatedly, but the tears still flowed out uncontrollably.
Zhang Zian did not try to persuade it again, but let it cry to its heart's content. It would be best if it could cry out all the negative energy that had been accumulating in its heart for a long time, so that it could move forward in the future.
Lu Yiyun called him a few times from downstairs, as if she wanted to ask him about the business report. He said that something had come up and asked her to deal with it herself. He felt that Pi needed him more now.
After a long time, Pi gradually stopped sobbing. Its eyes were swollen from crying, but there was a smile at the corner of its mouth.
"Eek." It pointed to a message for him to see.
[Dreamy Tianxiang]: I like the setting of Schrodinger's cat. It's pitiful and lovable. I like Maneki-Neko too. It's so cute. I hope there are all kinds of cute cats in the future.
Zhang Zian laughed. "This person thinks that Xinghai is a setting … If Xinghai knew, she would cry …"
"Eek?"
Pi stared at him expectantly, and typed in a Word document: Everyone likes cats. Will there be people who like me?
Zhang Zian was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized. He quickly said, "Of course, there must be people who like you! It's just that you haven't appeared yet. When you do, you will have a lot of fans! Not only you, but Old Time Tea, Richard, Snowy Lionet, and Famous will all be liked by people. I promise! "
Really? But I'm not as cute as a cat, not as powerful as a dog, and I can't talk like a parrot …
Pi typed, and then lowered its head desolately.
It hoped that someone would like it, but didn't dare to hope for it, because it didn't know what people would like about it.
"Of course it's true." Zhang Zian encouraged it. "Pi, don't be ashamed of yourself. Maybe you're not as cute as a cat, not as powerful as a dog, and you can't talk like a parrot, because you're not a cat, a dog, or a parrot. You're Pi. You're unique. You don't need to compare your appearance with them. You have a pair of dexterous hands, a mind full of wisdom, and you can even operate a computer and write novels. So, Pi, raise your head. "
Pi slowly raised its head, and looked into Zhang Zian's eyes.
"Pi, promise me, okay? Don't lower your head in the future. Be like Fina and Old Time Tea, and face the world with your head held high, okay? "he said seriously.
Pi bit its lip, and nodded hard.
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