"Damn, whose alien is this?"

When Jiang Shangpeng returned to the dormitory, he saw Ning Yi's notebook with a strong high-tech style all over his body.

"Ning Yi's."

Qi Chuang said: "He is a low-key local tyrant. ”

"Really?"

Jiang Shangpeng looked at Ning Yi, obviously not believing it.

"The local tyrant doesn't dare to be it, so he has a little pocket money."

Ning Yi said with a smile.

"A notebook of 40,000 yuan, also called pocket money?"

Qiao Nanlin just searched for the price of this notebook, and then complained: "If you call it pocket money, my living expenses of thousands of dollars a month are simply called beggars." ”

"Wait, Ning Yi, if you are so rich, you will never have a girlfriend?"

Jiang Shangpeng still couldn't understand it.

"Well, they don't know if I have any money."

Ning Yi can't say that he was nothing half a month ago.

"That's right, some girls nowadays are just too realistic."

Jiang Shangpeng nodded in agreement.

"No matter what, Ning Yi, do you use a computer now?"

Qiao Nanlin asked: "If not, I'll play the game first, I've never used such a good computer." ”

"You can play, but this computer is clean, you have to download it separately."

Ning Yi said indifferently.

"It's okay, I'll read the novel for a while."

Qiao Nanlin turned on the alien, and then praised: "It is worthy of a 40,000-yuan computer, this boot speed, 4.5 seconds, awesome!" ”

Ning Yi heard the words but did not answer, because just when Qiao Nanlin said "read the novel for a while", the Shenhao system issued a prompt again.

"Random task generation...... Random tasks have been generated, please check as soon as possible! ”

After completing the last dogleg task, Ning Yi has not received a random task for two days.

[How can Shenhao not have his own unique concept of reading books]: Ask the host to find a novel that is not favored by people in the Qidian novel, and then add at least 100,000 popularity to it.

[Quest Reward]: 10 XP; One basic draw.

[Failure Penalty]: Deduct 100,000 reputation points from the host.

"Not ......"

After reading the mission introduction, Ning Yi couldn't help but complain: "I said that the system, do you feel uncomfortable when you see that I have money in my card, and I have to spend it before I give up?" ”

According to the requirements of the system, Ning Yi needs to find a niche book among the tens of thousands of novels on the Qidian Novel Network, and then add at least 100,000 popularity to that book.

As for how to increase popularity?

Throw money at it.

As an old bookworm, Ning Yi knows that Qidian doesn't know how many novels are in the library every day, let alone how many novels are updated, and the novels that book lovers can see are either recommended by the editor, or they are among the top on the sales list.

According to the requirements of the system, Ning Yi can only choose those niche books, that is, those books that can be recommended are automatically excluded.

Therefore, if Ning Yi wants to complete the task, he can only choose a niche book first, and then spend money to make that novel appear on the sales list, and then increase the popularity of the novel by constantly exposing it on the list.

As for whose money is it to smash?

It can only be Ning Yi's 50 million salary!

Anyway, the money provided by the system can only be used by Ning Yi for his own consumption.

In the face of Ning Yi's complaints, the system did not respond at all.

"Forget it, let's take advantage of this time to find a novel that can meet the requirements of the system."

Ning Yi had already guessed that the system would not answer, so he directly clicked on the mobile phone Qidian client and began to look for his niche books.

Ning Yi's search was for several hours, including when the four of them had dinner in the school cafeteria, Ning Yi kept looking for novels.

In fact, he has already found a number of novels, but those novels either do not meet the requirements of the system and are directly passed by the system; Either the system passed, but Ning Yi felt that no matter how much money he spended, those novels would not be liked by others.

……

Zhou Jingfei, 31, is a rural primary school teacher.

"Jingfei, you just listen to your mother, let's stop being a teacher in that small mountain village, okay?"

As usual, after connecting his mother's phone, his mother persuaded Zhou Jingfei on the other end of the phone.

"But, Mom, I can't bear these children."

Zhou Jingfei looked at several yellow-faced and thin-skinny children, bouncing happily in the school's simple playground, and he said with a smile.

……

When he was in college, he happened to attend an event and learned that there are some left-behind children in many mountain villages, especially their education situation is very worrying.

When Zhou Jingfei saw the eyes of those left-behind children in the school's propaganda newspaper, his heart beat violently-

I'm going to the mountains!

I'm going to teach them!

I'm going to let them see the world outside the mountains!

With this thought, after graduating from university, Zhou Jingfei did not choose to stay in Huhai City, but went directly to a small village in a remote mountainous area.

Here he stays for eight years!

From the age of 23 to 31, Zhou Jingfei dedicated almost the best eight years of his life to this mountain village primary school.

……

"Mom knows that you can't bear those children, but son, you have to think about yourself!"

The mother's voice on the phone was very earnest, "You don't even have a girlfriend for this job, what can you do in the future!" ”

Zhou Jingfei was slightly silent when he heard this, and his heart was full of sorrow.

……

He and his girlfriend have been in love since high school, and they are inseparable in college.

However, after graduation, Zhou Jingfei came to the mountain village to teach, while his girlfriend stayed in the bustling Shanghai.

Originally, his girlfriend was waiting for Zhou Jingfei, waiting for the man she identified to suddenly change his mind and come back one day.

However, a year has passed......

Two years have passed......

Three years have passed......

When five years passed, Zhou Jingfei's girlfriend finally couldn't hold back anymore and made one last call to Zhou Jingfei on a rainy night.

On the phone, she pleaded bitterly with Zhou Jingfei, hoping that the other party could see the relationship between the two of them for seven years, and return to Huhai and return to herself.

But Zhou Jingfei's answer was the same as just now-

I can't bear those children!

So, on that rainy night, Zhou Jingfei's tears flew with the rain.

……

"Okay, Mom won't talk about it, I know you like children,"

The mother's voice on the phone was a little choked, "But can Mom ask you for one thing, can you stop spending your salary on those children?" I've heard that in order to make the children eat and live well, you use all your wages to buy meat and clothes for the children...... But you don't even get any oil or water on your own...... How can this continue! ”

"Mom, it's okay, I'm still young, can I continue to earn money."

Zhou Jingfei pretended to be indifferent and said: "And I am also writing novels on the Internet now, in addition to my salary, I can also have some income every month." ”

"Don't lie to your mother, I've inquired, the novel you wrote can't even earn five hundred yuan a month,"

The mother's voice on the phone became more and more uncomfortable, "But for this money, you have to write until one or two o'clock every night before you can go to bed." ”

"Mom, it's okay, my novel has not been discovered now, and in the future, the remuneration will definitely continue to rise."

Zhou Jingfei sniffled, and then said, "Okay, Mom, the children are going to class, I'll hang up first, bye." ”

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Jingfei couldn't help but wipe the corners of his eyes, then rubbed his cheeks vigorously, put on a smile again, and walked into the dilapidated classroom.

"Stand up, hello teacher!"

Suddenly, the children's crisp voices were remembered in the classroom.

……

Seven o'clock in the evening.

When Zhou Jingfei sent the last student home, and then rode his bicycle back to the school's humble dormitory prepared for him, he lay down on the wooden bed and breathed a long sigh of relief.

But soon he remembered something, quickly sat down at his desk again, and began to correct the children's homework seriously.

By the time he was done, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

"Phew, it's time to update today's novel."

Zhou Jingfei turned on his computer and started to code words.

He is now writing a martial arts novel, and moreover, it is not a new school of martial arts, but a traditional martial arts, or a traditional martial arts written in half white and half text!

You must know that even new-school martial arts novels are no longer popular, let alone the traditional martial arts that Zhou Jingfei is writing now.

In particular, the half-literate language used by Zhou Jingfei directly made a large number of readers leave - the language of online novels nowadays is more simple and straightforward, the better, many of you have a hard time watching, who wants to read anything else?

It wasn't until half past one in the evening that Zhou Jingfei finally finished writing an article of just 4,000 words.

"Alas, it's so hard to write such a half-literal language."

Zhou Jingfei sighed as he uploaded the article he had written on the computer to his mobile phone, and then logged in to the writer's background on his mobile phone.

Just when he had just logged in and had not had time to upload a new chapter, the sound of ding-dong kept coming from his phone.

And the first reminder that appeared first made him stand on the spot-

The heart is surging, I hate to see each other late, although millions are huge, it is difficult to express my love!

"I may be a fake god" rewarded Zhou Jingfei with 1,000,000 coins!!