In the fourth chapter, he set a small goal and write his highly toxic and unprofitable novel.

In the 404 bedroom, Xue Yi was like a ghost, and his roommates didn't pay much attention when he went out and came back.

Lu Jian, who has been addicted to playing with his mobile phone, glanced at him inadvertently, his face flashed with surprise, and he backhanded the mirror next to the bed, and fiddled with his bangs, thinking in his heart, even if you change your style, don't want to be as handsome as me.

It's in line with his little proud personality.

Fu Chengcheng, who was reading the novel, didn't know what the intense plot was, the book in his hand was tightly pinched, and he drank the tea one after another.

The scholar Jiang Hong gradually became no different, still exploring the treasure in the book with a paralyzed face.

Until Xue Yi put the milk tea he bought outside on everyone's table......

Outside, he figured out that a good dormitory relationship was still very important, and he didn't want to be found in the closet one day.

Another point is that you also have to work against your former self, if you are not in harmony with others, I will be different.

Fu Chengcheng was stupid, Jiang Hong was getting stupid, and Lu Jian was stupid.

In the two years of college, Xue Yike has never done anything like this.

Except when I first met, I said a lot of words, and I couldn't drag it every day in the back, and I didn't know what the spirit was.

In their eyes, Xue Yi only saw such a fluctuation in his heart, this person didn't have a fever, right?

It is conceivable that the past is human!

Xue Yi smiled and said:

"The way I used to do things was a little wrong, but I'm sorry to think about it lately, and it's not interesting to buy you a cup of milk tea, just bear with me, after all, it's all in the same dormitory. ”

The three of them vaguely met their eyes, and they all keenly noticed the word "recently" in Xue Yi's voice, and suddenly realized that this kid had recently broken up, and occasionally borrowed alcohol to kill his sorrows, and it seemed that he was stimulated by this matter.

Although this person was really annoying before, they didn't refuse when they said it so politely, and they all said, "Thank you!"

Fu Chengcheng, who is cheerful, said nonchalantly: "How can there be, in fact, you were very good before, it's not a problem." ”

The others nodded their heads and went their own way.

Xue Yi smiled and sat on his chair, he knew that the bad dormitory relationship was beginning to break the ice, after all, it was the second school year of the sophomore year, and after he remembered that he was a green scholar, he was not ashamed to say: Since ancient times, the dormitory relationship has been out of control.

When he was a student, even if the relationship was bad, as long as it was not a deep hatred, boys often didn't count too much with each other, and Xue Yi just hoped not to hurt each other.

At this time, it was 4:10 p.m.

Xue Yi began to take stock of his belongings.

Seventy-two books, two sets of four treasures of the study, three pen holders, various pens, pens, various papers, etc., and books on finance that are piled high at the feet.

Money, 607.

The reason for the inventory is that Xue Yi is ready to make a plan for himself.

All those messy literary masterpieces were sorted out, boxed, and all the professional books were picked up and placed on the table, in order to make a cut with the past.

He took out another notebook and wrote a title: [A Wave and Forced Self-cultivation].

The three underlines are bifurcated, each corresponding to [money], [sister], [excellent person].

How can a prodigal do without money, how can he do without a girl.

Thinking about it, he crossed out [girl] again and changed it to [scumbag], it's still a Buddhist point!

Care and care for the kidneys, gentle township is a wave, a forced grave, and you can't be old enough to cry.

Be a non-stallion scumbag.

As for [making money], Xueba's roommate analyzes and invests for people, and being a tutor can make money.

I...... But I didn't learn my major well!

Can't go to sort the express, move the bricks, and shine the eight-pack abs that have been dusty for many years?

Anyway, I don't write novels.

Or write?

It's not to make money.,I used to look down on online novels.,I didn't run away to write it later.,I'm reborn.,Why wait for your face to be swollen before you go!

Besides, it's just revenge on those spicy chicken book friends who sprayed me.

Let you scold me for the poison I write, let you scold me for my bad writing, let you scold me for being short and weak!

Let me show you what is the invincible tarsal snake venom of the ultimate melon skin, and you can't spurt out a mouthful of old blood in your heart, haha, it's cool to think about!

It's such a happy decision, writing, not to deliberately create a cool point, what structure, what plot tension, just a few blind writing.

Finally, the column of [excellent people], he didn't have a lot before, and it's not bad to have the opportunity to learn a hip-hop dance, musical instrument or something, and it's also excellent among ordinary people, dance corresponds to posture, musical instruments correspond to throughput, you taste it carefully!

As soon as it was written on the paper, the correspondence between the keywords was chaotic, and Xue Yi must have understood it by no one except him, so he put down the pen.

He took a closer look at it and whispered, "It seems that if you really do it on paper, it will still be a bit like scum." ”

"But, what's wrong?"

Xue Yi then took out another piece of paper and wrote the title: "My system." “

can't be reborn like the protagonist of other novels, and there is no need for a golden finger.

If not, make your own!

He also remarked a line of words after the title: [The small goal schedule of the show of the flowers.] 】

It is detailed about what to do each day, from waking up at 6 a.m. to 11 p.m., schedule, attending classes, writing novels, free time for three hours, including eating, drinking, and having fun, not limited to this, and small goals.

Set a small goal first: "Write his highly toxic and unprofitable novel." ”

Finally, it ends with [ultimate goal: enjoy the fun of life and learning, and finally become an excellent and rich handsome man].

Xue Yi put down the pen with satisfaction and laughed at himself: "If you work so hard and still do the same as before, it can only mean that you are hopelessly stupid." “

Hey, where did that sadness come from?

said that he enjoyed the new life, how could he still remember his previous hardships!

There is no interest, isn't it that you were deceived at the school gate and only had a mobile phone left, a classmate squeezed you out of the unit, lying at home for half a year and being scolded for being unproductive, no woman at the age of 30 has taken a fancy to you, and the blind date ridiculed you over and over again: Do you have a car? Do you have a house?

What's wrong?

Aren't these facts?

Xue Yi moved his wrist and chose to show a soft smile, let the past stay cool, open the notepad on his mobile phone, there is no word, he has to do it!

What to write?

At this time, fantasy is the most popular, breaking through the sky and breaking the sky!

What is more poisonous?

Upgrade to fight monsters and pick up treasures, the cave academy auction will complete the quest under the dungeon, and the fairy world and god world will change the map. ?

The talent is good, and the practice is one year and ten years?

There is an old man in the ring, and Bai Fumei is in love with me, even if the protagonist is very funny?

Occasionally strolling around roadside stalls, buying bricks on a whim and wiping them home found that the ancient artifact was broken?

The beauty is hungry in the mountains, and Xu Fangxin's roast chicken technique is very delicate, specially designed for pickling girls?

Or the ultimate killer: the cuckold?

You have to think about it carefully, and strive for one that cannot be missing!