Zhao Qian is usually very low-key and salty, but in fact he is the kind of person who dares to fight himself when he is crazy.

Even he doesn't know how much potential he has, anyway, every time he works hard and fights, the results will always exceed expectations, such as the college entrance examination that year, such as every final exam.

370,000 words, no joke.

Today is Wednesday, the morning has passed, and by noon on Saturday, there are only 72 hours left. In these 72 hours, 370,000 words were coded, even if you didn't eat, drink or sleep, you had to write 5,000 words per hour, what could a normal person do?

Anyway, Zhao Qian wanted to try.

For the money! for the Silver League! and—

Fight for yourself!

Fuck the regular standards! Fuck yourself for the rest of your life? Fuck off!

The quality is not enough to make up the quantity, and I don't believe that the results of 20,000 words every day can't get up!

He opened up this time, he didn't believe that he would not be able to do it, didn't he just stay up all night, and he hadn't done this kind of thing before.

In short, from this moment on, I am going to burst my liver.

"Brother Qian, do you want to eat?"

Xu Shaocong, who had just come back from outside, saw Zhao Qian sitting in front of the computer and kept typing on the keyboard, and asked casually.

Zhao Qian didn't look back and said, "Don't eat, you're busy today, you can eat by yourself." By the way, can you buy me a seaweed rice ball by the way after eating?"

Xu Shaocong wondered what he was busy with, he didn't even have time to eat, so he looked at it, it seemed to be writing a novel, but the speed was very explosive, faster than usual, and he almost lost his eyeballs.

"Oh, it's ......" Xu Shaocong subconsciously didn't dare to disturb him, and even spoke carefully.

Zhao Qian still didn't look back: "The meal is stuck on my bookshelf." ”

Xu Shaocong took the meal card, took a deep look at Zhao Qian's wildly dancing fingers, swallowed his throat, went down to eat, and closed the dormitory door by the way.

Xu Shaocong hurriedly finished eating and brought a seaweed rice ball to Zhao Qian. It's just that he doesn't even have time to eat for the time being, so he has to put it on the table first. When I finally finished typing the last character of this chapter, I relaxed, pinched my sore fingers, and began to gobble down our onigiri with mineral water.

After eating, the rice balls continue to be put into the state of bursting liver. In order to avoid being disturbed, he also deliberately put on headphones.

"Brother Qian—"

At this time, Wang Xu from the dormitory next door came to look for him, and shouted when he stood at the door.

"Hey, hey......" Xu Shaocong hurriedly beckoned: "Don't disturb him, he's busy?"

"What are you busy with?" Seeing Zhao Qian wearing headphones and coding words wildly, Wang Xu looked dazed.

Xu Shaocong sighed and shook his head: "I don't know, I haven't stopped since noon, it's like crazy." ”

To be honest, he was quite worried about Zhao Qian's current state, which was obviously abnormal, but Zhao Qian didn't say anything, and he didn't want to ask too much, and now Zhao Qian obviously didn't want to be disturbed.

And in his opinion, Zhao Qian has always been very measured in doing things, and he will not be rash, and there must be a reason for doing so.

"I'll look at ......"

"Don't!"

Xu Shaocong hurriedly pulled Wang Xu down: "Let me tell you, he even beat himself when he gets angry, if you don't want to die, it's better to stay away, it's not too late to ask when he's done." ”

Wang Xu nodded hesitantly: "That's okay, it's not a big deal anyway, I just want to ask him to borrow a stapler." ”

Xu Shaocong took down a blue and white student-specific stapler from his bookshelf and said, "I also have it here, you can take it, just remember to bring it back to me when you are done." ”

Wang Xu nodded: "Okay, then I'll pay you back later." Thank you. When he left, he glanced at Zhao Qian strangely, and had all kinds of questions in his heart, but no one could explain it to him.

Zhao Qian didn't go down to eat dinner, but asked Xu Shaocong to help bring a rice ball, and continued to work after eating.

He wears headphones, doesn't care about anything that happens in the outside world, and when others talk to him, he doesn't respond when he sees him, and he doesn't continue to talk about himself.

In short, he has completely plunged into his own world.

I took the time to look at the number of words, and it was already more than 60,000 words. At this point night began to fall.

Zhao Qian should be glad that several people in his dormitory are the kind that sleep relatively deeply.

For example, Xu Shaocong, he belongs to the kind of person who snores when he sleeps, but fortunately he doesn't make a lot of noise. Wang Juncheng is the kind of person who can fall asleep after lying down for two minutes, and he won't wake up if you don't shout. As for Zhong Kai, he likes to sleep with headphones, and the music is super loud, and I don't know how he can sleep.

Therefore, when Zhao Qian was wearing headphones and coding words crazily, he didn't make everyone rest, plus he was a laptop, or the kind with a keyboard membrane, the sound of typing was minimal.

When everyone turned off the lights and went to sleep, he was still working frantically with the small desk lamp on, although he was very tired, although he was so tired that he didn't want to move, and his fingers were hitting the keyboard until it was hot, but he couldn't stop until it was time.

From half past eleven in the afternoon to two :25 in the morning, Zhao Qian finally stopped his fingers and felt that his hands were sore.

Damn, if you do it a few more times, your hands may be wasted.

Rub it a few times, click on the document to save, and only then check the word count.

Eighty-five thousand words!

One day and one night, he coded out 85,000 words!

It's insane!

If this spreads, the whole world will be shocked. This is the real human-shaped codeword, those who are more than 10,000 words and 20,000 words a day are considered scum, and they all have to kneel down in front of Zhao Qian.

However, this state is destined not to last long, otherwise it may really be abolished, and he doesn't want to leave any sequelae for himself. I rubbed my fingers repeatedly for a long time, and soaked in warm water before I hurriedly took a bath and rested.

The next day.

There were two professional classes in the morning and afternoon, one was listening and the other was comprehensive English, both of which were escaped by Zhao Qian.

The college stipulates that if you are absent from the roll call more than three times, the usual score will be cancelled, and the exam will definitely be retaken. This is the first time he has skipped these two classes this semester, and he is not afraid of losing his usual grades.

And I don't know if the teacher names them or not.

Xu Shaocong woke up from the haze and saw that Zhao Qian was already sitting in front of the computer, his hands were frantically tapping on the keyboard, repeating what he had done yesterday, and he was stunned.

, boss, do you want to fight so hard!

I'm really afraid that he will stay up all night and die suddenly as the news said. I wanted to persuade him, but when I saw that he was wearing headphones and didn't want to be disturbed, I still shook my head and forgot it.

In fact, Zhao Qian had already gotten up at six o'clock, barely slept for four hours, his tense nerves were somewhat relieved, and he had to continue when he woke up.

Today must be more tired than yesterday, he has begun to slowly numb, anyway, he is constantly converting the things in his head into words on documents, constantly typing on the keyboard, and he can't stop for a moment.

To avoid running to the toilet, he only occasionally took a sip of water to moisten his lips and throat.

However, just when Xu Shaocong and Wang Juncheng were about to go out to class, Zhao Qian took the initiative to speak: "Brother Cong, if the teacher takes a roll call, you will say that I am not feeling well, resting in the dormitory, and I will go back and make up for the leave slip." If you don't name it, forget it. ”

Just started school, the discipline is not very strict, and the behavior of going back and making up the leave slip is also tacitly allowed.

Xu Shaocong agreed, and the two of them went out, leaving Zhao Qian alone in the dormitory.

Zhong Kai doesn't go to class, he doesn't know where to go crazy all day, anyway, he doesn't care about missing the course.

Zhao Qian's consciousness was still clear, and when his mind was highly concentrated, his fingers were very sore.

Look at the total number of words, it's already 730,000. Today's goal is 150,000 words, how many can be written!

That's right, it's about pushing the limits and breaking through the limits!

……

"Mom sells batches, it's still a little bit close......"

Just after twelve o'clock in the evening, Zhao Qian looked at the number of words displayed on the screen, which was only 116,000......