"Drop! Host, you heard it right, the mission fails, and the car accident that belongs to you will come early and cannot be reversed. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info reminds the host that if you want to save your legs, please successfully complete the task and get a mysterious reward! To reveal a point, the rewards are generous, against the sky, and there are many benefits, which are definitely unexpected for you! ”

The mechanical voice with a hint of schadenfreude sounded in Zhou Chen's mind, and it no longer sounded without a trace of emotion. In the end, the system continued to boast in Zhou Chen's mind.

"Nima, is this still a system? How do I feel that it is more emotional than human? Zhou Yichen was once again impressed by the system and fell to the ground again. If you don't accept it, you can't do it!

This is the Shenma system, doesn't this force yourself to complete the task?

Thinking like this, Zhou Zhou Chen quickly stood up and took a deep breath, he seriously thought about the current situation in front of him.

The calendar on the wall shows that it is Saturday, December 21, 2002, which means that he was reborn fourteen years ago. It's a pity that he was not reborn half a year earlier, otherwise, he would have saved his adoptive parents.

However, nine times out of ten, life is unsatisfactory, and there is no way to save the adoptive parents, although Zhou Yichen is very lost, he is not decadent. His adoptive parents have always lived in his heart, and he will live well in place of his adoptive parents.

Now, he has been reborn and has the "God of Writers" system, and he believes that his future life will be absolutely extraordinary. However, because he didn't have a computer at home, he had to find an Internet café as soon as possible to complete his creation.

Zhou Zhou Chen was thinking about it, and suddenly, the voice of the system sounded in Zhou Chen's mind again. This time, the system's voice returned to its cold appearance again, as if all that Zhou Yichen had heard just now was an illusion.

"Di, it's 7:00 Beijing time, and there are 17 hours left until the end of the 24 hours, please finish the creation as soon as possible. Now start the countdown 16:59:59,16:59:58,16:59:57...... "The sound of the system is extremely cold, and there is no trace of emotion at all.

"I protest, system, it's not fair! When I woke up, it was almost seven o'clock, so how could that count towards the 24 hours of creative time? Zhou Zhouchen's whole person suddenly jumped up, he was very excited, and he shouted loudly in his mind.

There was not much time in the day, first of all, he had to rush to the Internet café in the town; Then, he had to think about what novels to write in order to maximize profits; After that, he had to write at least 20,000 words to ensure that the novel could enter the background and be seen by the editors; Then, he had to find a way to get his novel to be signed......

These must be completed in one day, there is not much time, but this Raushzi's system also cut him for seven hours, can Zhou Yichen not jump?

"Protest doesn't work, may I ask the host, does the time of day start counting from the early hours of the morning?" The system asked coldly.

"Yes!" Zhou Zhouchen's tone couldn't help but weaken a little.

"The question has been answered, and the time of the system is exactly in accordance with reality!" The system said calmly.

"Ding, because there is a sense of rebellion against the system in the host's words, the first offense is deducted from the host's time for half an hour. Next time you do it again, ask the host to imagine the consequences! Now start the timer again, 16:29:45, 16:29:44, 16:29:43......" The system said coldly again, running the program meticulously.

"Daddy, don't even tell the truth! At least there was a fair side to the era when imperial power was in power. It's a time of peace, and it's too inhumane to tell the truth! Zhou Yichen muttered dissatisfiedly, very complaining.

Suddenly, half an hour was missing, and Zhou Chen's heart was dripping blood. Normally, he can not care about half an hour, and he can even squander it at will. But not now, it's a question of whether his legs will be paralyzed again, can he not care?

"Ding, alarm, alarm, once again feeling the dissatisfaction in the host's heart, the system punished again, and the time was deducted for half an hour again. Please be cautious and do not repeat the offense. The timer restarts the calculation, 15:59:22, 15:59:21, 15:59:20......" system warns.

"I ...... I endure, okay, you're amazing! Zhou Zhouchen wanted to scold, but he endured it, and in the end, he gave a thumbs up instead.

"Drop, feeling that the host is not convinced, the writer's god system punishes the host for the third time, deducting one hour of the host's time." Once again, the system is making matters worse.

"Ding, alarm, alarm! If the host has violated the rules three times, it will be automatically considered as a failed task. The system warned, and this sentence kept ringing in Zhou Chen's mind three times.

"Oral unconvinced? This has also become your reason, I really convinced you! "Zhou Chenchen is convinced, he is convinced, there is such a system, he can't be convinced.

Why is it that others are reborn and get the golden finger for the sake of their master, and he, after getting the system, it makes all kinds of trouble.

There is no reason, there is no reason! finally got a golden finger, but it was such a superb product, and Zhou Chen was speechless and asked the sky.

"Drop, congratulations to the host for understanding how to get along with the "God of Writers" system, please keep it up. Reward: When the mission is successful, the reward is doubled, and if the mission fails, the failure is doubled. Note: Add paralysis of both hands here. The system said coldly, and his voice sounded a little cheerful, or it was more appropriate to want to watch a good show.

"Double the reward, double the failure!" Zhou Zhou was speechless, he was barely acceptable to double the reward, but why did he double the failure?

It seems that he has to find a way to ensure that the contract must be signed within a day. Otherwise, if he fails, he might as well find a piece of tofu and kill him.

After washing up in a hurry, Zhou Yichen didn't have the heart to eat breakfast, and now, all his thoughts were focused on the novel he wanted to create.

In his previous life, he hit the streets with 26 novels, and the experience he summed up can be described as rich. Although he didn't sign any of the first ten novels, he successfully signed all the last sixteen novels, although the results after that were a mess.

It would be very difficult for him to reimagine a creative novel in a day's time, but if he only picked one of the sixteen works to revise, it was not a big problem.

But the question is, which one should he rewrite? With the experience of his previous life and the lessons of more than a dozen novels hitting the streets, it is not difficult for him to rewrite a novel?

However, it is precisely because there are too many choices that it is difficult for Zhou Yichen to make a decision for a while.

Closing the door, locking the door, and then riding a bicycle out of the house, Zhou Chen's entire action was done in one go.

"Ding, ding, ding!" Zhou Yichen pedaled his bicycle and walked towards the town in a bad mood, along the way, Zhou Yichen was still thinking.