After the sixth chapter was uploaded to the website, Lu Yang turned off the computer, took his wallet, and went to a nearby supermarket to buy some vegetables, fruits, and pork.

Lu Yang, who grew up in the countryside, cooking and laundry are not a problem.

When I was a child, whenever the farm was busy, my parents would work in the fields, so busy that they didn't have time to cook, and every year at that time, Lu Yang had to be responsible for the laundry and cooking at home, so when he was nine years old, Lu Yang began to learn to cook and laundry.

Learning to do housework so early is unthinkable for a child in the city.

But Lu Yang has long been used to doing these things.

In the evening, Lu Yang fried two dishes and one soup in the rented house to fill his stomach.

A celery stir-fried shredded pork, a shiitake mushroom greens, and the soup is tomato soup.

It's simple, but it tastes good, and the appearance is okay.

If Lu Yang is good at anything other than writing novels, it is probably cooking.

After 29 years of being single, and he has been used to cooking since he was a child, Lu Yang's skills have long been practiced, and the dishes he cooks are okay in color, flavor, and shape.

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After dinner, I washed the dishes and chopsticks, then took a shower, washed the changed clothes by the way, and took them to the balcony to dry, and the time was almost eight o'clock in the evening.

After renting a house and having a computer, Lu Yang naturally doesn't have to go to the school's No. 3 teaching building to write manuscripts tonight.

Brewing a cup of Huangshan Maofeng, when the computer started, Lu Yang habitually lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and with the Polish female singer AniaDabrowska's "Sound of Silence" coming out of the computer speaker, the smoke of the cigarette was swirling, and Lu Yang's mind calmed down little by little.

Writing novels, the requirements for the state of mind are very similar to the internal cultivation in martial arts novels, both require the practitioner's mind to be calm, because only when the mind is calm down and the distracting thoughts in the heart are cleared, the mind will be in the clearest state.

Only in the most lucid state, whether it is cultivating internal strength or writing novels, can the best results be achieved.

Lu Yang is not a genius, he does not have the natural ability to calm his mind anytime and anywhere, he needs to use music and cigarettes, and sometimes tea is also available.

In other words, most people who are serious about writing novels need these things to help themselves.

This is also one of the reasons why the vast majority of novel authors are smokers.

Soon, halfway through a cigarette, Lu Yang's mind had completely calmed down, and he already had a score in his mind about the content of the first chapter to be written tonight.

Immediately opened the word document on the notebook, and then, put his hands on the keyboard, like a pianist playing the piano at will, the ten fingers of both hands did not pass through the brain at all, crackling on the keyboard, as his hands flew like butterflies through flowers, in the snow-white document area, lines of text jumped on it, much faster than the previous speed of entering the manuscript against the manuscript.

This is the ultimate state of Lu Yang when he writes novels.

Before he was reborn, after ten years of coding words, when Lu Yang typed, his hand speed was almost the same as the speed at which his brain organized words.

Three thousand words an hour, without blowing at all.

Three thousand words an hour, in the circle of online writers, it is not the top speed, as far as Lu Yang knows, there are several ** great god authors, seven or eight thousand words an hour, or even tens of thousands of words.

That's the speed that ordinary people need to look up to for a lifetime.

But the speed of 3,000 per hour definitely does not belong to the handicap party.

Lu Yang had heard of some handicapped parties before, and they couldn't type a thousand words in an hour.

In the past, every time Lu Yang heard about that kind of hand-wrecked party, he would smile slightly. Because in the first few years of writing novels, Lu Yang was also a handicap among handicaps.

I still remember that when I first started typing on the computer, Lu Yang was still a computer novice.

Even if your computer freezes, you won't restart it.

When I was typing, I turned on the lights of the Internet café, and my eyes searched and pressed letter by letter on the keyboard, and I didn't even dare to hit hard.

At that time, Lu Yang could only type about 200 words in an hour, and at that time, Lu Yang had to input 10,000 words of manuscript into the computer, and it took several all-nighters in a row.

But that's no longer the case.

Now, Lu Yang's typing speed has been practiced.

The speed of 3,000 per hour, let alone in 2003, even in 2013, can surpass most people by a lot.

That night, because there was no need to write by hand, Lu Yang knocked out two chapters with a total of more than 6,400 words before 10 o'clock.

Seeing that there were still more than two hours before 12 o'clock, Lu Yang wanted to write another chapter, but there were no cigarettes in the cigarette case on the computer desk.

This made Lu Yang always feel that something was missing, frowned a few times, and couldn't calm down.

It seems that by the time he wrote the novel, he had developed a dependence on cigarettes.

Helplessly smiling bitterly, Lu Yang breathed lightly, no longer forced himself, reached out and operated on the keyboard a few times, entered the webpage of the starting point Chinese network, and then logged in to the author's background, and saw that the collection of "Doomsday Wasteland" had increased by 3, and the number of collections had reached 4.

It's so bitter!

Seeing that there were only 4 in the collection, Lu Yang wanted to smile bitterly.

Before he was reborn, although he didn't belong to any great god, if a new book was uploaded to the website, how could there be two or three hundred collections in a day, but now that a day has passed, there are only 4 poor babas, and he is simply a cheat.

Newcomers are always so hard.

Opening the webpage of "Doomsday Wasteland", to Lu Yang's relief, the number of hits has increased by more than thirty, and there are already 44 hits.

The number of referral votes has also increased by 12, and there are already 14 referral votes.

In addition to three or four more advertising posts in the book review area, there are finally two readers' book reviews.

One is a jack-of-all-trades post for soy sauce: support!

Just those two words.

The other one is slightly better: it's a little interesting, but the number of words is too small, stay tuned, and come on!

Laughing softly, Lu Yang turned off the computer music, picked up the wallet, and went downstairs to buy cigarettes.

There are several small supermarkets at the entrance of the community, and after Lu Yang bought a box of cigarettes, he hesitated and walked to the school.

Anyway, it was almost eleven o'clock at this time, and he couldn't write much when he went back, so Lu Yang suddenly wanted to go to the No. 3 teaching building to see if Cao Xue had returned to the dormitory.

According to Lu Yang's observation of Cao Xue these days, Cao Xue would go to the No. 3 teaching building alone to read books most of the nights.

Sometimes in the classroom on the first floor, sometimes on the second floor, rarely go above the second floor, and don't go back until after eleven o'clock every night.

Half an hour later, Lu Yang found Cao Xue reading in a classroom on the first floor.

Lu Yang paid attention to the number on the door of the classroom, 102.It was the classroom that Lu Yang first stumbled upon in the No. 3 teaching building.

With a cigarette in his mouth, standing outside the window of classroom 102 where the light could not shine, Lu Yang hesitated for a moment, entered the classroom through the back door, and also sat down in the seat he sat in last time.

This time, Lu Yang didn't hide himself anymore, there was not a single book on the empty desk in front of him, and he didn't hide his gaze, just leaned on the seat with half a cigarette in his mouth, and looked at the back of Cao Xue quietly reading the book with half-squinted eyes.

Lu Yang even hoped in his heart that Cao Xue would turn around at this time and see that he was looking at her.

Yes, Lu Yang has decided to gradually enter Cao Xue's life.