Hong Ning was interviewed by tabloid reporters during the day, and after a busy day, he returned to the rental house in the evening. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Whew!" threw the bag on the bed, and he lay on the bed on all fours.

It's really hard to be a star!

Even a fifth-tier star who is not a fart now, he can be tired like this.

But it should only be a few days, after all, he is just a songwriter now, but Xue Yilin, this song will definitely accept a lot of interviews after it becomes popular.

used to watch stars on TV so beautiful, sought after by tens of thousands of people, he dreamed of becoming a star, but now, he thinks that if he becomes a big star in the future, he will record songs, film, attend various activities, and be interviewed every day, and he must be careful to maintain his image at any time, pay attention to his words and deeds, and may wear a mask when he goes out to prevent riots......

I'll fuck you, uncle!

He suddenly retreated a little, in fact, thinking about it, he is really more suitable for being a dead house, eating instant noodles, watching comics, playing games, picking his feet, well, it's good.

He is an uninhibited and indulgent man who loves freedom!

What kind of big star is Mao going to be!

But of course he still won't give up, just give up this kind of thing and think about it, being a star is his dream after all, and most importantly, China's music industry, film and television industry are still waiting for him to save!

Chinese people need me, and the people of the world need me!

Alas, there is no way, I don't go to hell, who does?

That's certainly ...... Whoever loves to get in is my business.

After lying in bed for a while, he received another phone call, an unfamiliar number.

After taking it, I found out that it was Xia Gang, the editor-in-chief of "Yilin" who I met at dinner with Cheng Xiaoyu last time, and he pretended to be forced to memorize a poem that attracted his attention.

After a period of greetings, Xia Gang cut straight to the point: "So Mr. Hong, what do you think of the 5,000 yuan manuscript fee?"

"Yes. Hong Ning didn't hesitate, he agreed directly, he also understood before, there will not be much remuneration for publishing things in magazines, it is quite good for a poem to have so many, and he didn't want to use this poem to make money, but he just met Xia Gang, since he wants it, there is no reason not to agree, and this is good for him, how can it help him increase his popularity.

He wants to get rid of that 2222 ranking quickly!

So the deal was happily concluded, and Hong Ning also sent the poem to Xia Gang's mailbox by email, and the other party also said that the money would be transferred to his account soon.

If it was before the change, and suddenly got 5,000 yuan, Hong Ning might have a bad face, but now he almost didn't feel it at all.

When "At Least There's You" sold out, he can still get a 15% commission of the company's profits.

If he could sell a million copies, he would get almost 200,000.

"By the way, look at how much it sold today!" Thinking of this, Hong Ning opened the browser to search for information about today's sales of this song, and it was already the third day.

320,000 were sold on the first day, and another 350,000 on the second day, which is already quite impressive, but it stands to reason that it will definitely be weak on the third day.

He searched for "At least you still have sales", and several news items appeared directly:

"The sales of Xue Yilin's new song on the third day are still strong, and 210,000 are sold on the whole platform!"

"Sold 880,000 copies in three days!" "At Least There's You" became one of the hottest songs of the year!"

"Another record that has sold more than one million is born?

I'll go!

Hong Ning was also a little surprised when he saw it, so it seems that breaking one million is really not a big problem!

But after thinking about it, it's normal, this song is already very good, and if it is a good time to catch up in the original world, the sales will definitely be explosive.

Now this is still under the premise that Xue Yilin didn't rely on singing to attract fans before, she can have such results, so if she is replaced by a diva-level figure in the music world to sing, it will definitely break the record every minute!

"Not bad, not bad!" Hong Ning smiled and nodded, this was already the result he wanted.

Then,He continued to start coding,As an online writer,His professional ethics are still there.,Every day after working during the day.,No matter how tired you are, you still have to sit in front of the computer and code a few chapters at night.。

At his current speed, he should finish writing after the Chinese New Year, and his online writing career should be over to the end.

Fingers "snapped" on the keyboard, Hong Ning didn't know why, suddenly turned out to be a little sentimental.

Looking around, this small room, the instant noodles and junk food packaging bags piled up in the corner, the dusty light bulb hanging on the ceiling that dims slightly every ten seconds, and the dense words typed on the computer screen......

It occurred to him ......

If he hadn't acquired some "superstar system", would he have spent his entire life in such a place?

If he hadn't taken this shit luck, would he have been a street writer for the rest of his life?

A lifetime of obscurity, living in a corner of the world, doing things that seem meaningless to others?

"Smack!"

Hong Ning slapped himself.

I don't pay attention to any word of the MD code, what kind of mess do you think!

If it's a fart! I'm so lucky anyway! I'm the chosen one! Who doesn't accept it? If you don't accept it, you'll bite me! Hahahahaha!

……

It's half past one in the morning in a blink of an eye, and he finally finished today's chapters, and I have to say that it's really not easy to be an online writer.

In the past, he always liked to urge the author to update when he read novels, and sometimes the author didn't update one day, so he felt that he was lazy, and then he ran to the comment area and scolded, "You didn't update today......! Five hundred words are omitted here. ”

But when he writes his own novel and is urged by others to update, hehe, is it difficult for you to update or for me to update?

Do you think the author doesn't want to keep it stable and updated.,People are also people and not machines.,As long as it's a human life, you'll encounter all kinds of things.,Sometimes there's no idea, there's no inspiration.,Sitting in front of the computer all day can't hold back a few words.,That kind of pain is a hundred times more uncomfortable than constipation?

Therefore, people still have to understand each other, and it is not easy for everyone to live.

After finishing the words, Hong Ning was about to soak his feet and sleep, and then he remembered that there was one more important thing......

The "body improvement potion" that he drew on the subway during the day today, he wanted to come back and use it at night.

Although he felt that he already had such a beautiful, rare in the world, invincible in the world, and extremely handsome, it was enough.

The girl was drooling just by seeing his face.

There's no need for a good body at all.

But, anyway, we also drew it, so we don't have to use it in vain, we're not the kind of people who waste it.

With a stroke of thought, he took the potion from his system backpack.

A white vial, like the one for poison in a costume TV series, with a red cloth at the mouth.

Pulling out the red cloth, he held the bottle in his right hand and put it to his nose and sniffed it......

Well...... How to say it, there is a sour taste, a bit like sour plum soup.

Anyway, it can't be poisoned, what are you afraid of, drink!

Nor would he suspect that the system was going to murder him with poison, a product of an advanced planet in outer space that had traveled so many light-years to Earth, just to lurk on him and find an opportunity to poison him?

This is almost ...... No, not at all.

He directly raised his hand, tilted his head, and poured it all directly into his mouth.

With a "bang", he swallowed a small bottle of liquid.

It doesn't taste good, but it's not too bad, it's about the same as vinegar.

It doesn't really matter, it's how he feels after drinking it......

For a moment, he felt hot all over his body, and at the same time, the bones in all parts of his body made a "crackling" sound.

He quickly stood in front of the full-length mirror on the wall on the other side of the room, watching in amazement at the changes in his body......

It's taller! at least five centimeters taller!

The muscles all over the body are expanding!

After about a minute, the feeling of heat disappeared and my body stopped changing.

"Damn!" Hong Ning couldn't help but shout.

The shirt on his upper body was originally a size bigger, and he used to wear it very loosely, but now he actually feels like he is going to "burst clothes"!

And these pants were about to touch the ground, but now the ankles are exposed!

His whole body is thicker than before!

My ancestors, this thing works too well!

He took off his shirt again, stood shirtless in front of the mirror, raised his hands like those fitness stars, and ......

He was almost stupid at himself in the mirror, this tm muscle ...... Is it really his?!

Six-pack abs!

And big pecs!

Strong biceps!

Standard body!

In his opinion, now he not only looks like Wu Yanzu, but his figure is almost the same as him, and he really wants to change his name to Hong Yanzu.

However, it was just his thoughts.

He stood in front of the mirror, stinky in various poses.

"Tut-tut!

"How can you be so handsome?"

"Handsome, so handsome!"

"That's awesome!"

"Wu Yanzu is me, I am Hong Yanzu!"

At this time, a furious voice came from the next door, almost lifting the house: "If you argue again, believe it or not, I will come and beat you to death immediately!"

All of a sudden, he was so frightened that he immediately turned off the lights and obediently ran to bed to sleep.