The protagonist's IQ, I can't complain anymore, if it weren't for the great intellectual disability on the enemy, I wouldn't know where to die would have been. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Please, big brother, can we stop pretending? Moreover, your pretense is really nothing new.

Can you not have stallions! How many women are there, I'm afraid it's no less than thirty. It was a good idea, but it was written as it is now.

water, water, water, large water ratio. The detailed description is not your way of writing, the protagonist punches, and you actually water back and forth for a full thirteen chapters! When you finish this competition, it won't be more than 100,000 words.

I finally found a book that meets my taste, but it's been three days, and the author hasn't updated it yet. Once, it took more than half a month to update more than ten chapters, and I finished reading it in less than half an hour.

Fang Yun is not a person who likes to complain and often complains, the reason why he feels irritable today and can't help but complain is because these novels are really difficult to see.

I've been in contact with online novels for five or six years, and I've read one novel after another. I have read too many books, and I have been exposed to various genres, and my eyes have gradually become critical, and many novels can no longer arouse Fang Yun's interest.

Fang Yun's evaluation of online novels is uneven, good and bad, and these novels are far from satisfying people's growing entertainment needs and desire to read books.

In January, the mountain city has long been surrounded by cold air, and the birds, beasts, insects, and fish have long lost their vitality, and even the sound seems to be frozen.

The environment of the community where Fang Yun's house is located is not too good, the greenery is average, and the sanitation situation is also a little poor. Thirty meters away is a bus stop, which is very convenient for commuting to work, but it also inevitably brings some noise problems.

At half past eleven o'clock in the evening, there is not half a figure in the streets for half a day, and the noise of cars that only pass once every minute or two reminds people that this is a metropolis.

Under the soft light, Fang Yun leaned on the head of the bed, and opened a novel with a novel introduction with anticipation, reading the first few chapters with hunger, but it didn't take long for him to gradually lose the desire to look down.

Closing the novel tiredly, Fang Yun casually threw the phone next to the pillow, took off his glasses and put them on the phone, and blinked his dry eyes.

Let's see it tomorrow, I'm a little tired today.

Fang Yun twisted his body, lay down comfortably, and quietly closed his eyes, his thoughts drifting far away.

Books are scarce, so boring.

As a student, the winter break of his sophomore year was really boring, and he was almost rusty at home all day.

I really envy them, this winter vacation, the other five people in the same dormitory are all outside the waves, Fang Yun's entire circle of friends is full of all kinds of show-off photos of four of them and their female tickets showing their affection in various postures in various places, and the rest of that guy is not a good thing, he is busy soaking in the little junior sister.

Only Fang Yun is alone.

"Woo." Every time I think of this, Fang Yun wants to cry.

I remember a beast who said that eating and sleeping and falling in love are equal to college students, but eating and sleeping without falling in love are equal to pigs. Unfortunately, the beast guessed Fang Yun's genus - pig.

It's pitiful enough to not have a girlfriend, and now I can't even find half a good novel, which is really sad.

Fang Yun was lying on the bed, and there was an urge in his heart to immediately lift the quilt and turn on the computer to create a novel, which was very strong. It's just that when he thinks of a novel he wrote before, the impulse in his heart is replaced by contradiction.

That's right, Fang Yun had written a novel before, but when it came to the quality of the novel, Fang Yun really blushed a little. Don't look at him complaining about the works of some authors, thinking that they are really not well written, but he knows that the novels he wrote are not as good as them.

There is no outline, the content is waterlogged, the plot drags, the main line is not clear, and a whole host of other problems appear in his novels, so that many book lovers have clicked on his novels, but very few people have put that novel on the shelves.

This is also the reason why Fang Yun is hesitant to write a novel.

Reaching out and holding the corners of the quilt, he pressed it around his neck, wanting to retain more hot air, and his heart slowly calmed down. Thinking of his own writing experience, the corners of his mouth can't help but smile.

I used to think that I had read a lot of novels, and it wouldn't be too difficult to write one. It was with this kind of thought that Fang Yun wrote thousands of words on a whim, because of his high interest and emotional investment, he wrote it seriously, and this part of the content was quite eye-catching.

Looking at the results of several hours of hard work, Fang Yun nodded with satisfaction, and happily registered an account in Dianniang and applied to be a writer.

Now that I had a pen name in mind, I thought about it for a while, chose a seemingly apt title for the novel (which was actually misleading to many readers), and followed the prompts to publish the first chapter frizzily.

The period of waiting for the name of the work to appear in the starting point library was a kind of torture for Fang Yun, and his heart was numb, painful and happy. The next day, when Fang Yun typed in the title of the book and the book "Immortal Stone Dust" appeared, a strange sense of joy and satisfaction came to his heart.

Over the next few days, Fang Yun uploaded new chapters at a rate of one chapter per day. Due to the slow hand speed and the first time he wrote, Fang Yun's chapter of the novel can only exceed 2,000 words, which meets the minimum requirement that the homepage of Dianniang will be updated.

Thinking of this, Fang Yun grinned. I also became the legendary 2Klux Klan.

At the end of the day, the number of clicks can increase by more than 20, the number of favorites is three or four, and almost no one votes for recommendation.

The data rose very slowly, but Fang Yun was very happy, and every time Fang Yun thought about it, there would be one more person reading his novel.

When the total number of words published in Dianniang reached nearly 20,000 words, a text message appeared in front of Fang Yun's eyes, and it was at this time that Fang Yun, a novice who didn't know anything, knew that the novel could be signed.

After Fang Yun joined a novel exchange group, he learned that after signing the contract, the status of the novel will be changed from an exclusive work to a signed work, and then it will be recommended by the website, and the novel will be seen by more people.

Filling in the information, sending the contract, and being busy writing, Fang Yun was very busy.

Relying on the initial excitement, Fang Yun's novel was slowly published to 80,000 words, but the novel's data did not improve much.

Some disappointed and frustrated, the passion and dedication to writing are about to disappear, and I hope that the recommendation slots stipulated in the contract will be implemented as soon as possible.

It was also at this time that Fang Yun got the first recommendation position.

Since then, large and small recommendation positions have continued, and new books have been classified, news recommendations, new book selections, and classified strong promotions have been boarded one after another.

These benefits made Fang Yun's novels get more attention, but it was also at this time that Fang Yun began to doubt himself, his novels, and his writing ability.

It turned out that Fang Yun's studies had increased in recent days, and he didn't have much free time to write, and his thinking was not clear. Of course, the most important thing is that Fang Yun is lazy, and he is too lazy to write novels, otherwise he can always squeeze out time.

The plot that can be explained clearly in 1,000 words was injected by him to 2,000 words, and the unclear main line led to some deviations from the plot. That's it, who hasn't written when they're not in a state, but the tragedy is that Fang Yun only updates one chapter a day, so much so that he hasn't written anything for several days in a row.

The reader's eyes are bright, and he has his own set of judgments, and it is not difficult to see whether the author is serious about the novel.

The author is not emotionally invested, how can he force the reader to give his emotions to this book?

Fang Yun's continued perfunctory behavior caused a large number of readers to lose.

The slow growth of the number of collectors has brought Fang Yun more self-confidence, and under the vicious circle, the quality of the book is getting worse and worse.

In the end, Fang Yun, who had vowed to insist on finishing the novel, had to give up, and "Fairy Stone Dust" ended with a eunuch.

"I'm going to die for myself." Recalling the cause and effect of the whole thing, Fang Yun laughed self-deprecatingly.

"Click."

There was a slight twist of the doorknob, and the bedroom door was pushed open a little from the outside in, and someone leaned in and said with some dissatisfaction: "Go to bed early, don't read the novel." ”

Fang Yun muttered, "Got it." ”

Habitually opened his eyes and looked at the bedroom door, his eyes were blurry, and he could only vaguely see the outline of his body, and he knew by the sound that it was his father.

The door closed again with a "click", leaving only a soft sigh into Fang Yun's ears.

Fang Yun felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and when he opened his mouth to say something, he found that he couldn't make a sound, just smacking his lips in vain.

The relationship between father and son is somewhat complicated. The two have a lot of contradictions, and they don't like each other, but they hope that the relationship can be eased.

A big reason why Fang's father didn't like Fang Yun was because Fang Yun was addicted to online novels, his eyes were short-sighted, and he didn't focus on business. Fang Yun also realized that indulging in the world of fiction had caused him to lose a lot of precious things, which were irretrievable.

In high school, Fang's father's expectation was that Fang Yun could be admitted to a prestigious university, but the final result was that his college entrance examination score was still a few points away from the first line; After going to college, Fang's father's wish was that he could learn professional knowledge in a down-to-earth manner, find a good job or be admitted to the public service ape, but Fang Yun's academic performance in the past two years was not outstanding, and now it seems that this goal is difficult to achieve. If you want to write a novel, you will also give up halfway.

If I had been able to persevere, write that novel well, and achieve certain results, my father's impression of me would have been much better.

It's a pity that my perseverance is not enough, so I am destined to be unable to accomplish anything.

I feel like my eyelids are a little heavy and sleepy.

It's late at night, don't think so much, go to bed early.

"The boat will naturally go straight to the bridgehead, and the future will be left for later."

Comforting himself, Fang Yun frowned, trying to keep his eyes wider, otherwise his eyes, which were highly myopic because he had been reading novels in dim light for a long time, would really find it difficult to see the position of the lamp switch.

Turning sideways, stretching out his left hand to turn off the table lamp, Fang Yun turned around and just wanted to close his eyes and fall asleep, when he saw a blue light out of the corner of his eye, and after a while, he drew a few strange arcs in the air.

Since Fang Yun's family lived on the twelfth floor, the view from the windowsill of this bedroom was quite wide, and there was no building blocking the front.

I didn't see such a brilliant light in that direction at any time, and a trace of doubt flashed in his mind, but he didn't care too much about it.

After closing his eyes, because he was really sleepy and there were no distracting thoughts in his head at all, Fang Yun's consciousness quickly blurred and fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know when, Fang Yun felt that his cheeks were cold, and they were slightly wet, which was quite uncomfortable. I lowered my head and rubbed against the quilt, feeling that this side of my cheek was not icy, but the other cheek seemed to be pressed against a cold palm.

The right hand stretched out the quilt and touched the cold right cheek.

What's that?

Groggy and not able to think.

Approach your cheek with your palm and feel a layer of watery fluff touched.

With a gentle pinch of your five fingers, you can pick up a soft lump of fleshy stuff.

What is this? Flesh on my face?

"Chirp~hmm~~" is like a voice of dissatisfaction.

Rats?

Mouse!

The thought that turned in his head instantly touched the minefield of his consciousness.

"Huh!" Fang Yun let out a low snort, kicked his legs, and froze, awakened by this thought of his own.

Before he could think about it, he grabbed the thing with his right hand and threw it aside. For a while, I only felt that the hairs on my whole body stood up, and my back and thighs were sweating.

"it." Taking two big breaths, Fang Yun said weakly.

I didn't hear the sound of the mouse, but Fang Yun was still frightened, and cringed and touched the position of the lamp switch, lest he touch something terrible again.

After turning on the table lamp, he couldn't wait to get used to the light, Fang Yun leaned forward and pressed the bedroom headlight switch on the wall that was an arm's length away from the bed.

The bright light reduces his fear of the dark and the unknown.

Fang Yun's courage is very small, he has been like this since he was a child.

Rats, frogs (not toads, everyone is afraid of that thing), earthworms are so scary, and ghost movies are even more daring to watch.

The rat was especially disgusting, and Fang Yun didn't dare to stay in the same confined space with it at all.

After staying in the bed for a while, Fang Yun, who was frightened, dared to lean out to check the unknown object that seemed to be a mouse.

No trace of it was found on the floor, and there was no trace of being hit by an unknown animal on the cabinet.

Where have they gone?

Pulled a tissue and wiped his face, but if he didn't find this thing, Fang Yun didn't plan to look for it anymore, as long as he didn't touch this little thing again.

After wiping his face seriously, Fang Yun was about to put the used tissue on the bedside table, but the hand that was halfway stretched out froze, and a serious question came to his mind.

It stands to reason that that little thing is not small, and if I throw it out hard, it will definitely make a lot of noise.

Why don't you hear the sound of small things hitting the cabinet? Even if it hadn't been thrown on the cabinet by me, it would have made a slight noise when it fell to the ground.

Was I too frightened to notice, or was it really not making a sound?

Unable to understand this question, Fang Yun put down the tissue and turned around, a blue and faint thing floating in front of his eyes.

"Woo~~~Huh~Huh~Huh~" Fang Yun let out a series of strange screams, his thighs tensed in fright, his palms were open, the backs of his hands were arched, and his fingers danced uncontrollably, like two chicken feet.

What the heck!

Fang Yun wanted to cry, in front of him was a dark blue object the size of a toddler's fist, with a flat body, dancing like a manta fish, and the sides of the body should be something like its arm.

These are nothing, and it is not unacceptable to look at strange small animals, there are too many small animals and insects in nature that grow more peculiar than it.

But what the hell are you floating in the air!

Yes, floating. Definitely not flying.

"Hello, nice to know you." Some glutinous sounds.

"Mom! Can also talk! Fang Yun's voice was full of tears.

"I'm scared to death baby, I must not have woken up yet."