Wang Huan's guess came true.

Because in the past few months, the prizes he has won in each lottery have hardly won items from other professions, except for the occasional one or two skill-based things and gift packs, and they are all songs.

But just now, I actually won three books in a row.

This abrupt change is really a bit wrong.

Therefore, Wang Huan called up the system panel for the first time to see what was going on.

This look, sure enough, I found a difference.

"There is one more writer, and it's tentative. Just like the singer in the past, it was also tentative. In this way, the system means that when my status in the music industry reaches a certain level, I will develop horizontally in other professions?"

He pondered silently.

In the past, although he had purchased a hundred Tang and Song poems in the system mall, even if he displayed all of them, it would not make him a literary scholar.

At most, just a poet or lyricist.

To become a writer, you generally have to be a creator with certain achievements in poetry, prose and other aspects, and have a certain influence in China or the world.

"The profession of a singer, I am still far from the peak, and I actually gave me a career as a writer. System, are you overestimating me?"

Wang Huan slandered in his heart.

Of course, the system was as unresponsive as ever.

Because the copyright fee of 20 million for "I Am a Singer" has not yet arrived, the love value is still more than 40 million, and there is no change.

"Well, take a look at what these three books are about. ”

"Book 1: Ghost Blows Out the Lamp ......"

Wang Huan sank into his heart, but this time it was only less than a minute, and he jumped up from the bed, feeling terrified.

"me, do you want to be so scary?"

On weekdays, Wang Huan actually doesn't have any feelings for gods, ghosts, or anything, and because he grew up in the countryside, he ran all over the mountains at night when he was a child, so he thought he was very bold, but just now he just "watched" a few chapters of "Ghost Blowing the Lamp", especially when he saw the paper man suddenly become a living person and eat Hu Guohua's heart, he almost jumped out of his heart with fright.

"But although it is scary, the plot of this drama is compact, the story is very exciting, and it makes me have an illusion that I can't stop, and it is a rare supernatural masterpiece. ”

In his mind, he soon finished reading all of this film, and before he knew it, the cold sweat on his back actually soaked his clothes, and he always felt that there were many more people in the empty room.

"This author is afraid that he is a real tomb robber, and the text description is simply immersive, too terrifying, too terrifying. ”

Trembling, he curled up on the bed with the quilt in his hands, trying to throw his fear out of his mind and began to check out the second book.

"Book 2: People grow and hate water and grow east......"

"Oh, it turns out to be the story of Jiro God. ”

In this world, the myths and stories of China are similar to those of parallel worlds, so Wang Huan immediately understood the background of the story and began to read the book seriously.

I don't know how long it took.

When Wang Huan woke up from consciousness, he found that his eyes were red unconsciously, and his heart was uncomfortable.

"A while ago, during the finale of "Peach Blossom Life and Death Love", I heard that countless girls cried and said that it was the most sadistic drama ever. But I think "Peach Blossom Life and Death Love" is not worth mentioning at all compared to the "People Grow and Hate Water Changdong" in front of me. ”

"If the sadism of Peach Blossom's life and death love can be scored eight points, then "People Grow and Hate Water Changdong" is estimated to score twelve points. It can be said that the abuse exploded! I really didn't expect that there would be such a sadistic person in the world. If I really write it, I guess countless readers will even kill my heart, right?"

There was a long silence.

He looked at the last book: "One Hundred Modern Poems".

This is also the most valuable of the three books, and each poem is enough to make people's eyes shine.

It's just that Wang Huan is really not interested in modern poetry.

I always feel that it is something that a group of people pretend to be forced to flirt with.

So I just didn't bother with it after I got it all together.

After looking at the time, it was past twelve o'clock in the night.

"No matter, let's talk about completing task 4, as for the matter of the writer, let's put it aside for the time being, and don't bother with it for the time being. ”

Turn off the lights.

Go to bed.

……

Next.

Wang Huan quietly left the magic capital alone and got on the plane to Ice City.

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

Bingcheng flies to Taiping International Airport.

Wang Huan avoided the eyes of all the media and fans, dragged the box out of the airport alone, took out his mobile phone and called: "Seven...... Giggle...... Seven...... Giggles, you ...... Giggles, where...... Giggles?"

Qiqi's crisp voice sounded: "Senior, I'm at the exit of the station, where are you? Why are you talking so strangely?"

Wang Huan: "I'...... Giggle...... It is at the entrance...... Giggle...... , you hurry up...... Giggle...... Come on, I'm ...... Giggle...... I can't stand it anymore. ”

"Huh? Why?"

Qiqi stood at the exit of the station, looked around, and soon met eye contact with a man wearing a low-brimmed hat and disguised as a middle-aged uncle.

That's right, this is Wang Huan. I don't know how he got through airport security in this outfit.

Well.

In the past few days, the ice city has cooled down greatly, and the cold wind is raging, almost freezing.

At the moment the temperature outside the airport is 2 degrees.

Qiqi was wearing a turtleneck sweater, a pink tweed jacket on the outside, and a scarf around his neck, wrapping his whole body tightly.

Look at Wang Huan again.

Wang Huan, who had just walked out of the airport, was wearing a gray short-sleeved shirt, a pair of black shorts, and a pair of sandals on his feet. Standing like a fool at the airport tuyere, his legs shaking like cramps.

When there were travelers passing by, they all cast sympathetic and amused expressions at him.

"Haha, at first glance, it's from the south. ”

"Poor uncle. ”

"I'm laughing to death, don't you know how to check the weather when you come to Ice City?"

"Pathetic and funny. ”

At this moment, Wang Huan was so depressed that he was about to vomit blood, and he didn't want to do this. When I left the ice city, it was still summer, and it was winter so soon?

The magic capital is still more than 20 degrees.

Qiqi held back a smile, rushed up, took off the tweed coat on his body, and handed it to Wang Huan: "Hehe, senior, you're too confused, aren't you? Put it on quickly, otherwise you'll catch a cold later." ”

"I don't!"

Wang Huan looked at the pink tweed coat and refused with all his heart. First of all, where could he get Qiqi to undress him, and secondly, how could he wear women's clothes?

It's funny.

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

"Put it on. ”

"I don't. ”

"Gee, no one knows it's you. ”

"I don't. ”

"Senior, hurry up, it's not good to catch a cold. ”

“…… Besides, your tweed coat is pretty warm. ”