Chapter 9: The Age Without Feelings

Meng Ke doesn't know how to write cards, he copies as he changes, there are countless classics on the mobile phone in his head, he just hates not being able to copy them, where will there be any ideas for saving manuscripts.

That's it.

All the 70,000 words copied the night before yesterday were released, which caused a small wave of noise in the book review area, but this can only be regarded as a small range of popularity, because most netizens don't know about this new book at all.

Moreover, the phenomenon of a new book exploding at the beginning is not uncommon, and many new rookies who can't hold the fire finally save hundreds of thousands of manuscripts, and after uploading, they start to wave, and they make themselves more hilarious.

Not to mention Meng Ke, who has more than 70,000 words a day, and 100,000 words a day.

However, at least it has taken off on the weekly update word count list, today is Wednesday, which is equivalent to more than 20,000 words per day, Meng Ke took a look at it, and it is now 15th on the weekly update word count list.

Yes.

The tentacles of the Internet Literature Alliance are quite Doha.

Pulling out the future mobile phone in his head, opening the Dianniang APP, and making a cup of strong tea, Meng Ke once again entered the rhythm of brushing texts and copying books, and through the exercise the day before yesterday, the hand speed seemed to have risen slightly.

Copy a chapter in minutes.

Because of boredom, Meng Ke casually clicked on the live broadcast platform signed by Zheng Xiaoyu, thinking about pastime, anyway, copying books doesn't need ideas, just typing mechanically.

Probably to make up for the cage jue, Zheng Xiaoyu did not go online.

All right.

I was thinking about brushing a rocket for my girlfriend, forget it, save money.

In a state of boredom, I had to listen to songs, click on a music chart casually, and play it in order from the top of the chart.

Within ten minutes.

Meng Ke listened to five songs in a row, spicy ears, and felt that his ears were hurt, which is worthy of a parallel world with a lack of entertainment, this is an all-round shortcoming.

Don't have anything to get your hands on?

Originally, Meng Ke didn't quite believe in the memory of this body, but after hearing it in person, he was convinced.

turned off the music, opened a TV drama platform again, found a hit show, and started watching...... Your sister, you might as well listen to the song!

It's over.

How should I survive my future otaku life?

Boredom is boring to death.

This is the murder of the times!

There is only the last item, Meng Ke clicked on the movie page tremblingly, and secretly prayed in his heart: "Please, God, give me a few movies that can catch your eyes, Lao Tzu is more lonely than fireworks." ”

I didn't dare to watch domestic movies, so I clicked on foreign blockbusters directly and chose a sci-fi genre.

emmm...... How to say it, don't use your brain to see it, it's still eye-catching, but if you use your brain, think carefully, what the hell is this fucking plot.

Simply fighting monsters.

I don't even care about my feelings.

Spicy chicken sci-fi film without discipline, replace it.

Meng Ke clicked on the comedy, this genre will not be brainless, half an hour later, Meng Ke cried with a sad face: "What, what is this, is this funny?

Only the blockbuster of the Film Alliance Academy Awards remains, this is the last fig leaf, Meng Ke gritted his teeth and directly chose this film of the highest level in the parallel world.

Two hours later.

Clutching your chest.

OK.

OK.

Story, Graphics, Cinematography, Music...... is considered to have passed, it is a movie that can be brushed twice, and in the next half a day, Meng Ke had to watch the blockbusters of the Academy Awards one by one, and by the way, he copied tens of thousands of words to celebrate more than one year.

The sunspot who said he wanted to reward the alliance leader and eat Xiang live is gone.

Quietly delete your own posts.

Searching the whole platform, it seems that even the account nickname has been changed, that's a hundred oceans, it's generous enough, isn't it fragrant to reward a helmsman?

The sum of the ten helmsmen is the alliance leader.

Meng Ke was a little concerned: "Could it be that I forced myself too hard, what an upright reader, the black pot will not die, and there is controversy before it is hot, so cowardly? It's really boring, Lao Tzu has prepared tens of thousands of words here, and there are just positive ones?"

I copied it until eight o'clock in the evening.

When his arm began to be sore, Meng Ke decisively stopped, it was time to have dinner, the instant noodles at noon were not full.

Almost at this point, Zheng Xiaoyu, who has just started broadcasting, also has an uninvited guest at home, it is her cousin Shen Weiwei, who has seen the dragon all the year round.

This is the pride of Zheng Xiaoyu's entire family, a genuine singer, who debuted at the age of twenty-two, starting from the draft champion, and once killed the top ten Chinese singers of the new generation.

How to say it.

can be regarded as Zheng Xiaoyu's idol when he was young.

Ahem, language disease, Shen Weiwei is only in her early 30s now, and it is the moment of elegance.

"Cousin, why do you remember me here?" Zheng Xiaoyu looked out of the door vigilantly when he closed the door, after all, he was a star, and it was not unusual if there was a paparazzi or something.

"If it's okay, can't you take a look at my little fish?" Shen Weiwei smiled and handed Zheng Xiaoyu a beautifully packaged box.

At just one glance, Zheng Xiaoyu could see that this was a lipstick set of an international brand, a complete set: "Cousin, I love you to death." ”

Mua!

"It's a puppy, it's disgusting. Shen Weiwei pretended to be disgusted and pushed Zheng Xiaoyu away.

Helping Shen Weiwei change her slippers and put on a comfortable home clothes, Zheng Xiaoyu hurriedly ran back to the live broadcast room: "Cousin, you take a rest first, wait for me for an hour, and I'll end it immediately." ”

Shen Weiwei first went to the kitchen to wash a plate of strawberries, then walked to the living room, turned on the TV, crossed Erlang's legs and began to watch dramas with relish. It's just that I look at the drama, but my mind seems to have been focused on my little cousin.

If Meng Ke was here, he would definitely be able to see that this was clearly the drunkard's intention not to drink.

Something's wrong.

Something's got to be right.

An hour later.

Zheng Xiaoyu got off the air on time, turned off the computer and ran back to her cousin, sticking to each other and chatting, what she likes to listen to the most is about singers, or the daily life of the record company, after all, it is Zheng Xiaoyu who is full of music dreams.

"My cousin was preparing a record recently. While chatting, Shen Weiwei suddenly changed the topic, "With more than two million production costs, the 15th of next month is the deadline agreed with the company." ”

"Then congratulations to my cousin in advance, I'm sure I'll buy ten, no, a hundred. Zheng Xiaoyu stretched out his hands exaggeratedly and compared ten fingers.

"But I haven't decided on the title song yet. Shen Weiwei spread her hands, "I'm about to turn white." ”

"Ah, there is no title song yet! What can I do?" Zheng Xiaoyu, even if he is not a singer, knows that a record has a position in which the title song is located.

"That's why I'm looking for you. Shen Weiwei straightened up, and her expression was no longer relaxed as before, but extremely serious.

"Looking for me?"

Zheng Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to remember something, and his expression began to become twisted: "Cousin, do you want me to help you write songs?" Actually, right...... emmm, it's not impossible, it's just that I'm a little unconfident, but don't worry, as long as you ask, I will definitely do my best. ”

"Ahem. ”

Shen Weiwei coughed twice: "Xiao Yu'er, it's not that my cousin doesn't believe you, after all, this is a record made by my cousin." Next time, next time I'll ask you to help, what I want is actually your friend's song. ”

After speaking.

The phone was handed over.

On the screen, Meng Ke was twisting his ass coquettishly: "The most beautiful flower in the grassland, the fiery Sarilang, a dream to the end of the world is full of flowers......"