Didn't turn off the stream?"

Wang Huan was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Don't worry, the employees of my company will help you turn it off." ”

He thought she was talking about the live broadcast on the company's computer and forgot to turn it off.

Qiqi shook his somewhat cloudy head: "No, I used my mobile phone to log in to the live broadcast when I was in Tianxing Pictures, and then I kept it in my pocket." ”

？？？

Wang Huan looked at Qiqi blankly.

Silly.

After half a ring, he spoke: "In other words, all the words we just said were listened to by the netizens in the live broadcast room, including so many poems and articles I just said?"

Qiqi nodded: "Yes." ”

“......”

Wang Huan's brain buzzed instantly.

Why did such a big thing happen and no one told him?

He pulled out his phone and looked at it, and found dozens of missed calls on it.

Wei Shuo, Chen Hui, Jiang Fei, Zhou Xuehua...... All of them called him several times, but he didn't know anything because his phone was on silent.

Wang Huan took a deep breath.

Shook his head.

He finally understood why he had suddenly become a junior writer.

Just now he released so many famous stories from the parallel world, if he can't become a writer, it would be ridiculous. It is only because the writer is a comprehensive evaluation that the system judges that he is now only a "junior writer".

But......

My heart began to become more and more uneasy.

He only wrote a few poems before, and he was scolded by netizens for being bloody, and he almost lost his day. And now how many poems did I just say? There are even two ancient essays of several hundred words.

Aren't netizens going completely crazy?

Suddenly, Wang Huan directly took Qiqi's hand and said anxiously: "Run!"

If they hadn't turned off the live broadcast just now, wouldn't their current location be known to netizens?

It's okay.

He didn't want to face a group of murderous netizens with a 40-meter knife.

Syllable!

Qiqi turned off the live broadcast and ran along.

Netizens watched the black-screen live broadcast room completely turn into a black-screen live broadcast room, and they were boiling.

"Poison King, don't run!"

"Do you have the ability to read poetry, but you don't have the ability to face reality?"

"Damn, the 800-meter broadsword of labor and management has not been delivered yet. ”

"Encircle and suppress the brother of the poison king, keep up!"

"Sixteen groups of encirclement and suppression teams have been dispatched, but the area along the Pudong River is too wide, and it is at night, so everyone has not found any trace of the poison king for the time being. ”

"Peaty, let him run again. ”

At half past twelve in the middle of the night, after Wang Huan sent Qiqi back to the mansion of 20 million, he returned to a residence he rented temporarily in the magic capital to rest.

When he got home, he took out his mobile phone as soon as he got home and quickly checked the situation on the Internet.

The network has already exploded.

#王桓化身诗仙, word saint#

#一夜十几首经典诗词 Wang Huan shook the literary world again#

#情人节不谈恋爱, Wang Huan chanted poetry by the river#

#岳阳楼旅游攻略#

#滕王阁在哪里?#

At the tail of this Valentine's Day, Wang Huan completely crushed all the topics of Valentine's Day alone, and directly dominated the Weibo hot search list.

And there is a red word "burst" after each topic, indicating that the heat of these topics has exploded.

"Iniquity. ”

The hot search list that other celebrities dream of has become Wang Huan's torment at the moment.

Wang Huan felt bitter in his heart, clicked on the top topic, and dense comments came into view.

He browsed it and found that in addition to the comments of Weibo friends, there were also many blog posts published by famous literary bigwigs in China. This means that in the past period of time, almost the entire Chinese literary world has been shocked.

The famous scholar "Qingfeng Yun" posted on Weibo: "It's another sleepless night, but the insomnia is not because of Valentine's Day, although Valentine's Day is also wonderful." Today's insomnia is only for Mr. Wang Huan, until now my head is buzzing, and I can't even believe what I just heard. Eighteen poems, one prose, one prose. All of them are boutiques, all of them are classics. Mr. Wang Huan's talent is admirable. ”

Literary master He Lao: "There are many young talents, I used to look at Mr. Wang Huan as old, but now I find that I have a narrow vision. Mr. Wang Huan's talent is unmatched by no one in the world. Even in the vast history, I am afraid it is second to none. Likes, likes, likes!"

The famous writer Tong Lao and the famous writer Ding Lao ...... Countless bigwigs in the literary world have popped up, even some bigwigs who can't post one or two Weibo posts for a year and a half, all of them appeared in the middle of the night to praise Wang Huan.

And they all call Wang Huan as: Mr. Wang Huan.

Mr!

These two words have an extraordinary status in the minds of many literati. Especially people like He Lao and Tong Lao, who almost never called a young man Mr., and now they all spontaneously call Wang Huanzun "Mr. Wang Huan", just from this point can be seen that Wang Huan has completely conquered them on this Valentine's Day night.

The voice of the literary bigwig has raised Wang Huan to an unprecedented height.

"Iniquity. ”

Wang Huan sighed again, he didn't expect this result at all.

Take 10,000 steps back, even if he wants to let the public know about these poems and articles, he won't say it under such circumstances. These are all famous stories in the parallel world, isn't it fragrant for him to slowly write them one by one?

"Alas......"

He sighed again and looked at the comments of netizens.

Well, it's still peaceful and friendly as always.

"Cut you. ”

"Cripple you. ”

"Fuck off!"

"Go peaty. ”

"Poison King, do you want to be ruthless?"

After reading the loving and enthusiastic comments of the drug army, Wang Huan felt much more comfortable, after all, so many literary bigwigs killed him, which made him a little unbearable.

......

......

At one o'clock in the morning, Wang Huan went to bed.

Closing his eyes, he immediately called up the system and said silently in his heart:

"System, since you said that I am a junior writer now, is there still a title of senior and master-level writer on it?"

System Response:

[Writers are divided into three levels: junior writers, senior writers, and great writers. 】

"Since writers have ranks, do singers also have ranks, and what is my next singer rank?"

The system responds again:

[Singer level: Chinese singer, world-class singer, world singer. ] 】

"Can you elaborate on the conditions for becoming a great writer or a world singer?"

Wang Huan waited for a long time and found that the system did not respond.

Get!

It seems that he is going to figure it out on his own.

He began to sink into his mind, carefully reading the four books that the system had rewarded him.

After a long time.

Wang Huan opened his eyes, his eyes full of emotion.

"Four novels, four literary masterpieces! Any one of them will be no worse than the most outstanding literary works in China today, or even surpass them. ”

"As for how to publish these four literary masterpieces...... It seems that it is time for 'Miki' to reappear. However, Miki has only written two books on the Internet before, and the sudden transition to a literary masterpiece will definitely feel too abrupt, at what time and with what should I use to make the transition?"

Wang Huan fell into deep thought.

Soon, he had a rough plan in mind.

"I can't spare time now, so I can finish filming "In the Name of the People" before thinking about what to do. ”

Wang Huan said secretly.

Valentine's Day has passed, and "In the Name of the People" is about to officially start filming.

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