"Collection of 10. ”

After uploading how the bad guys were trained yesterday, as of today, there are already 10 collections.

The so-called 10 collections means that there are 10 people who follow up on this work.

This result is neither good nor bad, Huang Yifan doesn't particularly care.

It took another hour to write out 8,000 words, and Huang Yifan updated two chapters again.

After the update, look at the time, it's only 9 o'clock.

It was not too late, and when he was bored, Huang Yifan entered a website called "Longkong".

It is said to be a website, but it is actually a forum that mainly reviews online articles.

Because of the neutrality of "Dragon Sky", many authors and managers of major websites often haunt Longkong.

In order to better understand China's online literature, Huang Yifan kept browsing a series of posts.

Talking about the setting of fantasy novels.

Alternate historical texts and future prospects.

Is there really no innovation in virtual games?

The starting point, the phantom moon, the three literary sites compete for the power of the three countries, and all parties make killer moves.

The new article written by the younger brother asks for the guidance of the gods of Longkong.

In addition to the nickname, the new book of the super platinum author "No Trace" was released, and the wealth was 88888.

There are countless topics in the Longkong Forum, including discussions on current online writing, as well as analysis of major novel genres. In addition, the news gossip of some major websites is also extremely popular in Longkong. Of course, there are also some rookie authors who go to Longkong to advertise, and ask for the same thing is the author's friend to give a comment.

While watching, Huang Yifan absorbed the knowledge of Huaguo's current online literature, and also compared the development of the earth's online literature.

Before you know it, an hour has passed, and the clock points to 10 o'clock in the evening.

Tomorrow Monday, there is still class, Huang Yifan did not continue to watch, but turned off the computer.

"Unexpectedly, Huaguo Internet Literature is actually taking the route of literary youth. ”

Lying on the bed, Huang Yifan summed up the post he had just read.

From the post, Huang Yifan saw it.

At present, the writing of major online novels in China is generally good, and the style of most novels is also relatively rigorous.

As for those works with poor writing or less rigorous, most of them have no market.

However, Huang Yifan obviously doesn't think much.

Although the writing is average, it is not too rigorous, and it is a standard little white text.

But judging from the whole book, how can the whole article be written in a cool word.

Online novels, it's hard to buy me, I'm happy.

Reading novels, isn't that just for this cool word?

After thinking about it, Huang Yifan slowly entered the dream.

……

Tieshikou Middle School.

Unexpectedly, more than ten years later, I returned to campus in this way.

Stepping on the cement road of Tieshikou Middle School, Huang Yifan was full of emotion.

In fact, Huang Yifan went to the library to read books on weekends and has entered the campus twice.

It's just that it was a weekend at that time, and there were no students on campus, so Huang Yifan didn't feel much about it.

However, when a campus radio song similar to the "Athletes' March" in his previous life sounded, Huang Yifan instantly returned his memory to the past.

More than ten years ago, I was also in junior high school.

It's just that the current Huang Yifan is no longer the Huang Yifan of more than ten years ago.

Two lives, even if Huang Yifan's current identity is still a student, his state of mind is completely different.

Some are like revisiting the old school, and some are reminiscing about the youth, Huang Yifan walks very leisurely on campus.

It was only a few minutes away, and Huang Yifan walked for more than ten minutes.

"Did you do your homework yesterday?"

"Lend me a copy. ”

"It's so cool on the weekend, I killed 30 heads by myself, and we'll go back next week. ”

"Forget it, the exam is coming up in a few days, and I have to review it quickly. ”

Walking into Class 2 of the third year of junior high school, a series of sounds of classmates talking came to Huang Yifan's ears.

Some talk about learning, some talk about fun, and some brag and fart.

This is just a noisy scene in the eyes of the teacher, but in the eyes of Huang Yifan, it is the truest portrayal of the campus.

The corners of Huang Yifan's mouth smiled slightly, and even some eyes were slightly narrow, he missed this kind of campus feeling very much.

"Huang Yifan, I'm not late today, it's rare. ”

As soon as I sat down in my seat, a voice sounded next to me.

This is Huang Yifan's tablemate, Zhang Huiping, yes, it's a female table.

I don't know what the rules are in Class 2 of the third year of junior high school, but the whole class is actually sitting together with men and women.

"Hey, Huang Yifan, I haven't seen you for a few days, why do you seem to have changed as a person?"

Zhang Huiping said while staring at Huang Yifan.

After a while, Zhang Huiping suddenly understood something, blushed, and twisted her head to the side.

"It's like a different person, isn't there?"

Huang Yifan looked at himself and felt a little strange.

"Yes, anyway, it feels like you're not the same as you used to be, and you feel more energetic, especially your eyes, and ...... Okay, let's not talk about that, have you written your ghost story?"

Ms. Zhang didn't want to be discussing that.

There are some things that you can't say to your tablemates, especially what girls think.

"Ghost story, what ghost story?"

"No, haven't you been writing ghost stories lately, okay, after the weekend, you'll write a brand new ghost story. What, forgot?"

"Is there one?"

With a trace of memory in his mind, Huang Yifan took out a densely written homework book from under the table.

Campus ghost stories.

Isn't this the homework book for writing a novel by yourself in your previous life?

Huang Yifan almost thought he was dazzled, but after confirming it countless times, Huang Yifan knew that this was indeed his own homework book in his previous life. And, not only that, but the ghost stories written in it were also written by myself. Although, Huang Yifan knows that this campus ghost story is extremely naïve.

How did this workbook end up here?

Could it be that he also traveled to this world with himself?

There is some dampness in the corners of the eyes.

Huang Yifan gently stroked this somewhat wrinkled homework book, as if the homework book in front of him was not a homework book, but his old friend.

Then, Huang Yifan put the homework book back in the drawer.

"I'm sorry, I was playing a game on weekends and forgot to write it. ”

Huang Yifan apologized to Zhang Huiping at the same table and said.

It's just that Huang Yifan just apologized, and a voice in the front row suddenly said, "Hmph, Huang Yifan, did you really forget, or can't you write." ”

It was Jiang Weiwei who spoke, according to the original memory, Huang Yifan has always had a bad relationship with this front-row Jiang Weiwei.

The bad reason is that Jiang Weiwei often makes a small report to the head teacher, saying that so-and-so is not serious in class, and talks in self-study or something.

Naturally, in the list of this small report, Huang Yifan is often a frequent visitor.

"If you want me to say, if you can't write it, you can't write it, just admit it generously, right, Huiping. ”

"Comfort, don't say a word. ”

Zhang Huiping was a little embarrassed, "Huang Yifan, I didn't mean that." Actually, the ghost story you wrote before is quite good. Forget it, forget it, and write it again in a few days. ”

"Good-looking, Huiping, are you mistaken, didn't you read the ghost story he wrote, what kind of ghost story is this, it's not scary at all, even children can't be scared, and it's a ghost story. Huang Yifan, I advise you to listen carefully when you are in class, don't keep writing these nonsense things, look at it, it turned out that you were still 30 in the class, and now you are in 40. ”

Jiang Weiwei is a member of the study committee in the class, and he is the first in the class in every exam. According to her thoughts, that is, I am reminding Huang Yifan.

If this remark was changed to the previous Huang Yifan, he might have turned his face with Jiang Weiwei on the spot.

However, Huang Yifan, who had relived his life, smiled flatly.

There is no hatred between classmates.

Maybe it's a bit of a contradiction now, wait 10, 20 years and you can come back again. You will find that the contradictions at that time may be extremely precious.

Huang Yifan, who has had a lifetime of experience, knows this very well.

He's not going to get mad at it, or anything.

It's just that if you don't respond like this, although you are big enough, you can't help but be too proud of this little girl at this time.

After thinking about it, Huang Yifan said.

"Jiang comfort, how many places I rank, I won't bother you. As for the ghost story I told before, to be honest, I really forgot about it when I had a weekend. Since you don't believe it. Well, I'll write now. However, you better sit back in your place, whether I write or not has nothing to do with you. In addition, I'm sorry, I wrote it for Zhang Huiping, and after I wrote it, I won't show it to you.

After speaking, Huang Yifan took out a homework book again, ready to write a brand new ghost story.

Jiang on the side was comforted, but Huang Yifan said this, but he was stunned.

When did this Huang Yifan become so eloquent.

Moreover, when I said this about him just now, he was still able to endure it and not get angry, which is strange.

I wanted to say something more, but when I saw Huang Yifan writing hard, I hummed and returned to my seat.

……

"Let's talk about fasting. ”

Huang Yifan didn't read many ghost stories in his previous life, but Liao Zhai is undoubtedly the most well-known one.

However, if you want to talk about this world, I'm afraid no one will understand what it is.

Of course, Huang Yifan didn't write down all the chats.

In fact, Liao Zhai is not a long novel, he is a book composed of one story and one story.

Now to write a ghost story, you just need to take out a random article in the chat, and you can do it.

"Bite ghosts. ”

Huang Yifan chose the "biting ghosts" chapter of Liaozhai.

In fact, Liaozhai is said to be a ghost story, but most of the ghost stories in Liaozhai are not scary.

Some are not only not scary, but also very romantic.

Stories like the scholar and the white fox in it, the love between people and ghosts, in the previous life, I don't know how many people were touched.

But the ghost biting chapter in it is really a bit terrifying.

Shen Lin Shengyun: His friend was a certain Weng, sleeping in the summer moon, and in the blindfold, he saw a woman holding a curtain and entering the ......

No, it can't be written in classical Chinese.

A little girl in the third year of junior high school, how can she understand classical Chinese.

Not to mention the third year of junior high school, even if you are a high school student, a college student, or a liberal arts major, you can't fully translate.

Originally, Huang Yifan wanted to copy out the article "Biting Ghosts" casually, but now it seems that he had to translate it himself.

In half an hour, Huang Yifan wrote "biting ghosts".

The ghost bite is a story about a person who was pressed on the bed by a ghost in ancient times, and then this person bit the ghost to death.

Originally, this article was more terrifying, but when Huang Yifan translated it, he deliberately wrote some more details of the ghost press, and in the end, the whole story became even more terrifying.

After writing, Huang Yifan handed the homework book to Zhang Huiping, "Zhang Huiping, it's done." But first, I'll only write this ghost story for you, you can't show it to others. Also, you can't watch it during class, you can watch it after class, or you can watch it when you go back to the dormitory. Finally, I was scared after reading it, don't blame me. ”