At about 10 o'clock in the evening, Wu Kun entered Jin Yong's inn as usual. I started rummaging through what to look for. Originally, there weren't many posts, so after only a while, he saw the more than 50,000-word chapter of Wujin's "Wukong Biography", and the word "Wukong" successfully aroused his interest.

"Hey, actually consume my childhood hero idols, look at what you wrote. If it's not good, hehe, then I have to warn other sailors. The two-hundred-pound fat man laughed to himself.

Looking at it, this fat man's eyes were red, his nasal passages were blocked, and he looked excited. It can be seen that he really likes it, and he still has a dream in his heart, and the blood in his veins has not cooled yet. Although he was bloated and even a little ugly, his soul was still alive and full of beauty.

So, don't look at some people, on the surface, they are wooden and have no fighting spirit, but sometimes they have long known that they have no talent and know that they have reached their limits. You don't know that he brushes questions every night, and you don't know that he is alone in the morning with dew or morning frost, reciting words alone. You only see that he can be admitted to one book, or even just worthy of being admitted to the undergraduate. These people really have never been treated gently by this world. Of course, I'm not saying that such people are stupid and have low IQs, but their talents, their interests, are not here, and as for where they are, they themselves do not know. They are looked down upon, they are not understood, they are outside the masses, but they were all teenagers!

Wu Kuntong had red eyes and wrote a comment with a choked voice, "I really like this novel, brother, in terms of style, ridicule, banter and even sarcasm and humor, but on the surface it is insensitive, careless, and indifferent, but deep down there is a heartache and tears." Looking at it, I really remembered my youth, I suggest everyone come to see, post more comments, click on it, and put it up!"

On this night, in addition to him, there were many sailors who saw this book, and then they wrote comments with different moods, some feeling nostalgic for the past, some sad for the present, but there is no doubt that many young people did fall in love with this book.

"You go beyond one boundary, you get another boundary, your space gets bigger and bigger, but the more you want to find what you want, the more you can't find it. ”

"Along the way, we have been confused, doubtful, and sad. But these emotions don't stay there forever. Human beings are creatures with the ability to reconcile themselves. So don't be afraid, don't be sad, I hope you can not forget your original intention. ”

"It seems that no matter how hard you pursue, there are always some you have to give up, there are always some you can only miss, and some are always only in your dreams. We are forever calculating successes and failures, trade-offs and gains, and losses, but no one can find the right answers. But even if we can't be Monkey King, we can still be like Goku. ”

On this night, there were many young people, boiling with blood, crying bitterly, tearing their hearts, and many young people tossing and turning, staying awake all night. This night, although it was no different from usual, under the night, those dreams that had been silent for an unknown amount of time were unusually vivid.

As for the culprit who caused this, Wu Jin, nestled in bed and fell asleep, unaware.

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The next day, because of the class, Wu Jin got up early, quickly washed his face and brushed his teeth, solved breakfast, and brought some steamed buns to the dormitory by the way, which was considered the breakfast of those lazy pig uncles who were lying on the bed and unwilling to move.

"Get up, get up, we still have class!"

"Ah, I don't want to get up, let me die in bed. A fat pig groaned.

"Hehe, you just sleep in bed, anyway, I'm going, today is Ding Yuling's class, if you don't go, she will have to let you fail the course for two years." Yu Wen quickly sat up, wiped his mouth with his left hand, groped for cotton clothes with his right hand, and said angrily.

"Don't say it, get up quickly, hurry up, don't wait for a while to be late, and find yourself guilty. Seeing that they were still going to talk on the bed, Wu Jin immediately interrupted.

The Mao class in the university was boring to death, and Wu Jin listened to it drowsily. When Wu Jin and Zhou Gong met, Jin Yong's inn was very lively.

There are many sailors who didn't come last night, and they were very surprised to see that the forum was full of posts about "The Legend of Wukong". It's like being slaughtered. They looked at it carefully, and almost all of them wondered if this book was so good? One by one, they found "The Legend of Wukong" and began to read it. One look, hey, good guys, it's only been one night, and there are more than a hundred clicks.

You must know that at this time, although the scale of Jin Yong Inn is not small, the network is still new, and the traffic is still not much. A book with 100 hits is considered to be of good quality, but "The Legend of Wukong" has only been published for one night and has so many hits, and those are all praised. This made the hearts of those sailors look forward to it even more.

"The Legend of Wukong" has received the attention and love of almost all sailors in the forum. It was also a coincidence that an editor at a publishing house found out.

"Editor-in-chief, the results of this novel are particularly good, and online sailors like it very much. I think it's worth publishing, and even I read it with a lot of blood. A young editor said excitedly with the results of "The Legend of Wukong". After all, he has produced such a good book, which is also a success. This is to raise wages drops.

"Hmm, Kobayashi, I'll take a look. The editor-in-chief took it and looked at it carefully, and thought it was really good. But after all, when he was older, his reaction was not as big as that of young people, so he just nodded and said, "You are responsible for contacting the author to see if he is willing to publish." As for the manuscript fee, it's two hundred words per thousand. This is already the highest among newcomers. ”

"Okay, editor-in-chief. "Lin really deserves to arrive.

Back at his desk, Lin Zhen used the computer as an editor to send a comment to Wu Jin. "I'm the editor of the Light Publishing House, please add QQ12222222222, I have something to discuss. ”

Let's talk about Wujin, I stayed up for more than an hour, and finally got out of class. The eight of them immediately packed up their textbooks and walked towards the dormitory. Along the way, a few people chatted about who was with whom, which senior was studying again, and I saw a beautiful girl yesterday. Just babbling like this, blind Bibi, and after a while, he entered the dormitory.

Wu Jin turned on the computer casually, then logged in to Jin Yong's Inn, looked at the results, there were already more than 200 clicks, and then looked at the comments, all of which were praises. Not to mention how happy it is. Then I saw the editor's information, even though he was reborn and lived for more than ten years, Wu Jin still couldn't suppress his joy. It's clear that the editor wants to get published.

"Tsk, I'm a genius. Hahahaha" This product has lived in the afterlife for so long, and it has not been written much, but this cheeky skin is not blown, it is really thick enough.