Xu Shaocong hurriedly returned to the dormitory and saw Zhao Qian sitting in front of the computer crackling and typing frantically, and he didn't pay much attention to it at first.

It's a hot day, I go down and come up again, and when I touch my back, it's all wet, and I'm covered in sweat.

Hey, fat people are bitter.

Pouring himself a glass of water and drinking it all in one sip, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Zhao Qian looking at the computer intently, not noticing his existence at all, Xu Shaocong was curious.

He knew that Zhao Qian was writing novels, but Zhao Qian had never liked publicity, and the novels he wrote never let others read, but seemed more mysterious, and he was itchy for a while, so he quietly walked behind Zhao Qian, intending to take a look.

As he expected, Zhao Qian is really writing a novel, and looking at the plot, it seems that it is still urban.

As a result, I suddenly became interested.

Xu Shaocong himself usually reads novels, whether it is fantasy fairy tale or urban science fiction, he has dabbled in it, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is an old bookworm.

He didn't see the plot that Zhao Qian wrote before, but judging from the plot on the screen, the level is not bad, but he didn't expect Zhao Qian to be inconspicuous, so he has to pretend to be the essence of slapping his face.

The more Xu Shaocong looked, the more fascinated he became, and he had successfully substituted himself into it.

After a long time, Zhao Qian finally stopped moving, took a deep breath, and subconsciously glanced at the time, almost an hour had passed. Rubbing his sore fingers and wrists, and checking the number of words, he actually "wrote" more than 8,000 words.

It's awesome, it's only been an hour, if it is at this rate, wouldn't it be possible to write tens of thousands of dollars a day?

Zhao Qian was a little excited, but he didn't expect that he, a handicapped party, would also become a (pseudo) tentacle monster one day.

Stretching his waist, he found that there was a person standing behind him, and he was suddenly startled, and when he looked back and saw that it was Xu Shaocong, he was immediately annoyed: ", Da Cong, when did you come back, there was no sound at all, I was scared to death!"

While speaking, do not forget to shrink the document.

Xu Shaocong didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly asked: "Brother Qian, Brother Qian, is this a novel you wrote, is there any more?" Let me see it again!"

I just saw the tense plot.,It's gone.,It's not so broken.。 Those authors on the Internet are out of context, and they can't crawl along the network cable to cut people, but they can't be humanized in front of them?

Zhao Qian waved his hand in disgust: "Go away, go away, what kind of system is pulling, what kind of novel?"

Hearing Xu Shaocong say that he wanted to see what he wrote, Zhao Qian instinctively resisted. This is related to personal habits, when he writes, he doesn't like to let the people around him see it, and he thinks it's a shameful thing, so although his dormitory classmates know that he is writing a novel, they have never read it.

Who knew that Xu Shaocong actually shouted: "Brother Qian, you can't treat me like this, we have been in bed for more than a year, you know my depth, I know your strengths, you just let me see it, okay?"

"Fuck off!"

Zhao Qian's goosebumps rose, and he was angry: "It's less disgusting, what has been in bed for more than a year, is it good to pave it!"

Xu Shaocong said bitterly: "Brother Qian, Boss Zhao, please let me watch it for a while." ”

At first, it was just out of curiosity, but after reading it for a while, I suddenly felt that this novel was written beautifully, which made people feel the urge to continue reading. Zhao Qian suddenly closed the document, and Xu Shaocong's heart was like a kitten's paws scratching.

"I don't like people looking at what I write. Zhao Qian frowned, hesitated again when he spoke, he suddenly felt that now was a good opportunity to pretend to be forced, isn't he scarce now?

Xu Shaocong looked serious: "Can I be considered someone else, I'm your brother! Besides, I won't get pregnant, at most I'll invite you to have supper tonight!"

Anyway, I have to go down to buy supper, so just bring him one by the way. In order to satisfy his desire to chase more, Xu Shaocong also made a cost.

Zhao Qian looked disdainful, but it was undeniable that seeing Xu Shaocong begging him so eagerly, he was really happy not to want to. Immediately pretended to groan, and then cleared his throat: "Ahem, since you have begged me so sincerely, then I will be very merciful and allow you to watch the masterpiece of the deity!

"Understand, I promise to do it!" Xu Shaocong's eyes lit up, he nodded again and again, and he almost swore an oath.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully pretending to be forced, and the festival value is +5......" The system prompt reminds you in time.

Zhao Qian was overjoyed in his heart, this step was indeed the right one.

Although the value of 5 points is not much, as long as you accumulate more, I believe that you will be able to save it again soon, and you will be able to exchange it for novels with higher value when the time comes. If you want to become a real copyist, of course, you can't rely on just one work.

"It's too little, it doesn't add up to 10,000 words. ”

After spending a few minutes reading the manuscript in the document, Xu Shaocong was a little regretful and asked, "What about the back?"

"That's all for now. Zhao Qian was playing with his mobile phone, and just now while Xu Shaocong was reading the novel, he used his mobile phone to check some information about this world.

Xu Shaocong suddenly had a bitter face: "Isn't it?" This is only an 8,000-word seedling, and he will enter the pit by himself, when will he wait until he is fattened?

"Kneel down and beg for updates, boss!" Xu Shaocong almost offered his knees.

Zhao Qian looked indifferent: "What's the hurry, the plot of the novel is all in my head, I can write it whenever I want, and it's a casual matter to change 10,000 words a day." ”

Xu Shaocong was speechless, 10,000 words a day, my brother is amazing, and his 800-word essay can be entangled for a long time.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully pretending to be forced, and the festival value is +5......"

Hearing the system prompt, Zhao Qian's spirits perked up, haha, he is really a genius, he actually learned the secret of pretending to be forced without a teacher, it seems that if he wants to earn more festival value in the future, he will have to pretend to be forced more.

Xu Shaocong asked: "By the way, Brother Qian, I think your level is not worse than those great gods, so how much money did you make in the last book?"

Speaking of which, Zhao Qian sulked: "Shangben hit the street." ”

If you don't hit the street, you should be a god with a monthly income of tens of thousands a month, and you will sleep with a big sword every day. But in a blink of an eye, he was relaxed again, anyway, he has a system in hand now, and I believe that becoming a god is not a dream, when the time comes, hehehe......

What is the purpose of writing a book?

Isn't it to make your life full of copper and Ninaiko?!

"Oh. Xu Shaocong saw that his face was not good-looking, and he didn't dare to say anything.

Zhao Qian was angry: "Don't worry, it won't be long before my brother will become a great god, and when the time comes, he will earn one million a month, and then he will take you to the big sword dragon." ”

Xu Shaocong smiled and didn't take it seriously, but if there was really that day, he would be happy for Zhao Qian.

……

Sailing Chinese.com is the world's largest fiction website.

Zhao Qian directly registered an author account, created a work, uploaded the first two chapters of "God-level Loser", and then waited for review.

There is no need to go to class today, and when he comes back after eating, Zhao Qian continues to code. There is such a thing as a manuscript, the more the better, and he plans to wait for the contract to be put on the shelves, and there will be a big outbreak.

In the afternoon, Zhao Qian opened the author's background and found that the new book had been approved, and there were 8 more collections. What surprised him even more was that there were still a few comments in the book review area.

"The book is good, it's been collected, and the five chapters of the recommended vote please smile. ”

"Damn, this book is poisonous, the pretending routine is too deep, I can't stop at all, kneel and beg for updates!"

"Which god's vest is the author?

Seeing this, Zhao Qian smiled, it's good for someone to see it, this is a good sign.

Zhao Qian, who was in a good mood, uploaded two more chapters, but did not release them immediately, but chose to schedule until noon tomorrow, after doing all this, he thought about it, changed the introduction casually, and added a sentence at the end-

"This book is a million-word manuscript, welcome to collect!"