In the early morning, the sun hits the curtains, penetrates through the stars, and sprinkles the room with stars. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info in a brightly lit place, and the delicate flying dust is clearly visible.

turned over, and the sunlight fell on Zhao Yiming's face, waking him up from his dream.

Squinting your eyes, one elbow supporting your body, and the other reaching out to shield yourself from the harsh sunlight. It took him a long time to get used to it—it was already dawn!

I slept late last night and slept in a daze. This gave Zhao Yiming, who had just woken up, a little headache, but at the same time, he still remembered last night's events vividly.

He remembers that he was going to upload music on Cool Enough.

Before that, he needs to go to the copyright network to register the song. For a musically illiterate, he quickly ran into big trouble at this stage - he didn't know anything about the registered song scores.

In fact, among the three sub-items registered on the copyright website, Zhao Yiming can only complete the lyrics. Of course, he could copy the score, but he didn't know anything about it. And the third recorded song he couldn't do at all, because the song required the music producer to go to a professional music studio to make it. When the time comes, I will tell people that I wrote the lyrics and composed the music for these songs, but I don't know anything about music.

Only a fool would believe it!

It seems that you still need to be patient and learn some music knowledge first.

It's hard pressing!

Zhao Yiming felt sorry for himself for a while, and only comforted himself: This is real life after all, and it can't be like in a novel. One moment I didn't know how many strings the guitar had, and I didn't know the score, but the next moment I could sweep the music scene. This is not scientific!

But self-soothing is sometimes inadequate.

The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, and Zhao Yiming suddenly thought that there was a "Elementary Music Skill Book" lying in the shopping cart of his system skill book mall.

Moreover, there are just 10,000 skill points credited to your account today. Okay, let's use these 10,000 skill points to exchange for a "Beginner Music Skill Book".

Just do it, Zhao Yiming immediately opened Dumb and selected "Elementary Music Skill Book" from the shopping cart in the skill book mall.

After waiting for a full ten minutes, he finally ordered the exchange.

It took 10 minutes to make up my mind to redeem it, and it only took one second to use it after redeeming.

Zhao Yiming only felt that there was an ethereal feeling in his mind, and the sourness was indescribable. However, the strangeness was like that, and the feeling lasted for about 1 minute before it ended, and it didn't feel anything more.

However, there is a 72-hour countdown in the system skill book mall, look at the note, which means that Zhao Yiming can only redeem the second skill book after 72 hours.

Why 72 hours?

The system's annotations also explain that it is not impossible to forcibly exchange, as long as Zhao Yiming is not afraid that his brain will not be able to bear it, and there is a possibility of becoming an idiot, he can do so.

After redeeming the skill book, Zhao Yiming immediately found a copy of "A Concise Course of Basic Music Theory" from the Internet and read it. It doesn't matter if you look at it, when he sees it, he finds that it is so simple, and he understands it at a glance.

Of course, Zhao Yiming knew that this was the function of the skill book, and he also knew that there was no limitation limit on the skill book, but he still insisted on reading it all.

By the time he finished reading the book, it was already late at night, and he fell asleep in a daze, forgetting what he wanted to do at the beginning of the night.

Stopping his memories, he got up from the bed, and casually pulled his hair a few times with his hand in front of the dressing mirror to comb his hair, Zhao Yiming yawned and walked out of the room.

Kindness? How can there be a strong smell of chicken soup dumplings!

And the taste is both familiar and overbearing. That's right, it's definitely the soup dumplings of the old Yin family.

Following the taste to the table, sure enough, three boxes of six packaged soup dumplings were neatly placed on the table.

Just people? How come there is no one! Could it be the Conch Girl?

Isn't that tempting to sin?

Seeing that there was no one around, Zhao Yiming sneakily opened a box, and he was not afraid of being hot, so he picked up a soup bag with his hand and sent it to his mouth. Just as I wanted to take a small bite and take a sip of the delicious soup, I heard someone behind me shout violently: put it down. Zhao Yiming was so frightened that he let go of his hand, and the soup bag fell back into the box.

Seeing that the soup bag that fell into the box was not damaged, Zhao Yiming turned his head angrily to see who had ruined his good deeds.

But when I looked back, my mother Mingxiao and my cousin Lu Ping were there. Mom's eyes were full of banter, while Lu Ping was full of revenge.

"Alas, Mom, cousin, you're all here." Zhao Yiming didn't care about his somewhat embarrassed appearance, and nodded and said hello. But he quickly reacted - how did this cousin show up early in the morning?

"You! Your cousin knows you like to eat, so she went out of her way to buy it early in the morning. After all, it was his own son, and Ming Xiao relieved Zhao Yiming: "Go wash up and have breakfast." Eat without brushing your teeth, and it won't be too dirty. ”

Zhao Yiming was on the verge of amnesty, and immediately slipped like a loach and got into the bathroom.

When he came out after washing, breakfast was already laid out - a cup of soy milk per person, a plate of vinegar, and two boxes of soup packets.

After saying hello to his mother and cousin, Zhao Yiming immediately started eating. Lao Yin's soup dumplings can be said to be his favorite breakfast favorite, but unfortunately there is no store near his home, and the nearest Lao Yin's house is still two kilometers away. And the business of this store is very good, there is often a long queue before eight o'clock, as for the eight o'clock naturally do not queue, because the people have already sold out. Zhao Yiming could only queue up every once in a while to buy some to stop his cravings.

"Cousin, just rush this breakfast. I can go up the sword mountain and go down the sea of fire for you. Zhao Yiming was very satisfied.

"Not really." Lu Ping smiled and said, "As long as you let me watch from the side when you create today." ”

"Okay, no problem!" Zhao Yiming agreed. He naturally knew that Lu Ping still didn't believe in himself, and hoped that seeing was believing. But he's not afraid, she can't see dumb anyway, and she can't find out even if she's cheating under her nose.

After breakfast, Ming Xiao went to the store.

And Zhao Yiming also started his daily routine, but this day was followed by a drag oil bottle.

At 9 o'clock in the morning, Zhao Yiming went home from grocery shopping.

After a ten-minute break, he began to pretend to create. Zhao Yiming's typing speed is very fast, he usually types out the entire fairy tale and then revises it, which is relatively fast.

Now that Lu Ping is here, he can only type while modifying, and sometimes he has to think about some places repeatedly, so the speed suddenly becomes very slow. In two hours, he only typed 3,000 words.

This speed made Zhao Yiming want to cry without tears, but in Lu Ping's opinion, it was already a god speed. At this rate, my cousin could write 12,000 words a day if he wrote for eight hours a day! That's an absolute high yield.

At 11 o'clock at noon, Zhao Yiming stopped preparing lunch, because with Lu Ping's help, the speed was very fast. It's just that when cooking, Lu Ping suddenly felt that her little cousin was the most attractive at the moment.

Ming Xiao came back for lunch and went back to the store.

At 1 o'clock in the afternoon, Zhao Yiming, who had rested for two hours, began to code again. This time, he coded until 5 p.m., and successfully coded 6,000 words, thinking that it was okay, he planned to be here today.

"Obviously, your goal is to write 9,000 words a day?" Seeing that Zhao Yiming was about to finish, Lu Ping asked.

Goal of 9000 words a day? The conscience of heaven and earth, usually he sorts out and revises 20,000 words a day without a problem, and it takes less time. Today is really self-inflicted.

But he still had to be perfunctory, otherwise today's day's performance would not be in vain: "Yes, cousin." I have plans and goals every day, and I will never stop until I reach them. ”

"Oh, that's amazing."

"That's it." Zhao Yiming's face, come and praise me. In fact, he complained in his heart: My real goal is to become a writer, and my plan is naturally to make more money and unlock more skill books.

Yes? How does it feel like something is wrong. Generally speaking, the goal is the result to be achieved, and the plan is the process of preparing to achieve the result, but the plan and the goal don't seem to have much to do with it.

Of course it does! To be a writer is not only to write well, but also to be very respectful, otherwise how can it be called a "hao" word.

And how to make people respectful, it is naturally to raise hope!

Hope! There are many interpretations of this word, and Zhao Yiming has always understood it to mean cultivating prestige. In ancient times, Wang Anshi raised hope for 30 years, and once he was respected by the people of the world. Zhao Yiming intends to follow the example of the sages.

And how to cultivate prestige? Ordinary people must settle down to do knowledge, and then accumulate thick and thin.

But Zhao Yiming can completely ignore the above steps, because he can directly exchange the skill book and learn it easily. Since Zhao Yiming figured out the role of the skill book, he had a huge plan in his heart - to arm himself with the skill book in an all-round way, so that everything is better than others, and he can be all-powerful. In this way, can others not admire him?

Such an explanation is not a one-size-fits-all approach.

However, such thoughts can only be placed in the depths of the heart, and are not enough for outsiders.

Lu Ping went back after dinner at Zhao Yiming's house, and she didn't stare at Zhao Yiming's hobby of sleeping. Zhao Yiming was also happy that no one disturbed the music at night, he found several music books of all kinds, and even included a "Introduction to Guitar Fingering", planning to read it in the evening in the next few days.

A few days later, after making sure that there was no sign of anyone from other magazines coming, Lu Ping finally went back to work. She also doesn't want to think about how if you get a person's phone number and address and find out that the phone is wrong. How many people will come to the door, and such people should be very persistent people, such as her editor-in-chief.

Lu Ze said that he would do it, and he personally sent the contract of Juvenile Weekly. After signing the contract, he also took Lu Ping away, probably after listening to Lu Ping's report, he thought it should be no problem.

However, seeing off Lu Ping, Zhao Yiming's good days did not last two days. Because the elder sister Zhao Yatong is about to go on summer vacation.

My sister is in her third year of high school next semester. My mother originally planned to rent a house near the school to take care of my sister for a year, so that she could prepare for the college entrance examination. But the plan can't catch up with the changes, Aunt Mingmin's family bought a new house near my sister's high school this year, a big house with a jump, she warmly invited my sister to live, and my mother agreed.

And now the situation is that my mother is ready to let herself go ahead of schedule to help my sister move out of the dormitory. She also famously helped herself get acquainted with the campus environment in advance - because Zhao Yatong also studied at the city's No. 1 High School.