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"Let's go, let's go! No stalls are allowed at the entrance of the school, and I will be fined if I am caught!" Peng Yingyu, the doorman on duty, jumped out of the communication room.

Suddenly, a vacuum zone was formed within a radius of two meters around Guo Jing, and those masters who emerged in an instant disappeared into the flow of people like water droplets merging into the river, Guo Jing felt for the first time that Bianliang was really a place where dragons and tigers were hidden.

……

Wu Xiaotian's typing speed at the moment was fast and crackling.

A few fingers are like dancing on the keyboard, and the movements are like flowing water, leaving no trace.

Because his state at the moment, just like someone put the book "The Boy Here" in front of his eyes, he didn't need to think about it at all, let alone have a Calvin pause.

Wherever he writes, the content comes to mind naturally, and all he has to do is transfer what he has in mind to a document on the computer.

Half an hour.

an hour

Two hours.

Two hours have passed, and Wu Xiaotian has almost written more than 20,000 words.

Looking at the current time, it is almost three o'clock in the morning.

He was already sleepy.

It was very late, and although I didn't drink much alcohol at night, I was also drowsy, and my eyes couldn't open a little.

In the end, I really couldn't stand it, so I first posted the nearly 30,000 words, chapter by chapter, to Weibo.

After sending it, he couldn't hold it anymore and went to sleep.

Liu Yun has always been a loyal fan of Wu Xiaotian, and she is now, like Wu Xiaotian, a senior student, facing the situation of leaving school after graduation and being separated from her classmates.

She is reluctant to this school, let alone her classmates, she always feels that there are thousands of emotions she wants to express, but she doesn't know where to start.

It was already four o'clock in the morning, and she couldn't sleep.

So, she lay on the bed, picked up her phone, and turned on Weibo.

At this time, the microbroadcast, because of such a late time, most of them will not be updated.

However, to her surprise, Xiaobei, who she has been quietly following, actually updated the microbroadcast.

Xiaobei is the author, although he occasionally writes some poems, but his main works are still those two novels, and they are also martial arts novels.

Most of the people who like martial arts novels are boys.

Therefore, as a girl, and she is still a skillful and quiet girl, she has always secretly hidden her love for Xiaobei's novels in her heart, and she dare not show it easily.

She also hopes that one day, Xiaobei will be able to write a book that is not a martial arts novel, and she can be said to be Xiaobei's reader.

However, she also knows that this is difficult, because each author has his own unique writing style.

Xiaobei's current style is martial arts novels, if you want him to suddenly switch to romance novels or traditional novels, he will definitely be extremely uncomfortable, even if he is reluctant to write it, the work will not be a classic.

If so, she would rather Xiaobei continue to write martial arts novels.

"I didn't expect Xiaobei to sleep so late. Liu Yun secretly said in his heart: "By the way, I watched Xiaobei's Weibo broadcast before, and he seems to be a student who is about to graduate, is he the same as me, and he also suffers from insomnia because of this?"

Thinking of this, Liu Yun couldn't help but feel a little surprised in her heart, happy that she had the same feelings as Xiaobei.

She excitedly turned on the microcast, and first saw the big words "The boy here".

"Hey, this is a novel? martial arts novel? Liu Yun was a little surprised when she saw this name, because this name would not be the name of a martial arts novel at all.

"Let's read a chapter first. ”

Liu Yun let go of the doubts in her heart first and continued to look down.

University?

Guo Jing?

Huang Rong?

Guo Jing and Huang Rong are not characters in Xiaobei's novel, but how did the two of them meet in college?

Was there such a thing as a university in Guo Jing and Huang Rong's era?

What the heck?

So, Liu Yun continued to look down.

Soon, the dramatic encounters of several protagonists in the novel immediately intrigued her, and also reminded her of the situation when she first came to college.

Just a few years ago, she carried her luggage, took the train for more than ten hours, and came to the school in this strange city alone.

They couldn't help but take her luggage, take her through the enrollment procedures, and take her to the dormitory, she still remembers her brother's slightly red face, it is estimated that at that time, he was more nervous than herself.

Chapter after chapter.

Unconsciously, Liu Yun was completely attracted by the plot in the novel.

When she finished all the chapters that Wu Xiaotian had just written, she found that there was no longer anything behind, and she felt very uncomfortable.

"It's not a martial arts novel, it's so good, why don't you have it? ”

However, she was just thinking about it.

Now the time is already five o'clock in the morning, and the eastern sky has faintly begun to brighten up, it is estimated that Xiaobei should have gone to bed early, and more than 20,000 words are updated in one night, which is already a lot.

"I'm a fan of yours, and I like this novel so much, Xiaobei is very up!"

Liu Yun spoke for the first time on Wu Xiaotian's Weibo, and she wrote what she had always wanted to say.

"I hope that when I wake up, Xiaobei Dada has been updated again. ”

Liu Yun fell asleep in anticipation.

Early the next morning, in the group chat of Wu Xiaotian's class, someone began to shout again.

"Damn, Wu Xiaotian's animal really wrote a novel, or a college campus novel?"

"Really, it was early in the morning when he went back last night, and he wrote something, don't disturb my sleep, I didn't talk until after one o'clock last night. ”

"Really, I watched his update in his microbroadcast, it's really good-looking. ”

"Don't lie to me, or I'll be miserable. ”

"I'll go, it's true, Xiaotian is too powerful, what kind of person is this. ”

"I'll take a look, too!"

On the Internet, Wu Xiaotian's microcast.

"Damn, Xiaobei has greatly updated the microbroadcast. ”

"Cut,You're new here.,It's not normal for Xiaobei to update micro-broadcasts.,Do you think he won't update? I also saw Xiaobei's micro-broadcasts updated.,I haven't had time to watch it.,I'm here to reply to your childish questions.,How about it??'s interesting!"

"No, it's him who writes a novel on Weibo. ”

"What?"

"Really? I'll check it out. ”

"I'll go, really, is this novel a martial arts novel?"

"Hey, it doesn't seem to be a martial arts novel, it's a romance novel? But why is there Guo Jing and Huang Rong in it?"

"I'll see what the hell is going on. ”

"I just read a chapter, how did you do it? Why is it not a martial arts novel? Although this innovation is very good, I always feel a little nondescript. ”

"After reading it, I think it's good, it reminds me of my college days, and the other two novels of Xiaobei Dada, haha......"

"I think it's good, but is Xiaobei Dada ready to leave the martial arts novel world and enter youth romance novels?"