Jiang Xiaodong is 22 years old this year, loves writing, and dreams of becoming a god of online literature.

"Hello, your novel has been reviewed and has not reached the signing criteria for the time being, please continue to work hard, thank you for your support to XX Chinese.com."

"The pen is good and the writing is smooth. But the beginning is slow, and it is difficult to arouse the reader's reading**. I hope to keep up the good work. ”

"The writing of the novel is okay, but the plot is a bit old, and after 16 years, I still imitate Dou Po and withdraw from marriage, and this site is not about it."

……

It's all rejections.

Jiang Xiaodong seemed to have lost all his strength all of a sudden, and leaned back in his chair.

I promised my parents that I would spend a year working hard for my dreams, thinking that I could prove myself with the manuscript fee, but the reality slapped me in the face.

There are more than a dozen websites, and not even one is willing to sign a contract with him.

"Brothers, our little brother Dong has been rejected again, let's have some gold coins to comfort and comfort."

A somewhat handsome guy walked over with a computer and pointed the camera at Jiang Xiaodong.

He Bei, a classmate and roommate of Jiang Xiaodong University, is an online anchor.

He is not bad looking, and he is famous in Shengxing Live by telling jokes and singing.

Of course, telling jokes generally has a long-term burden, and He Bei's burden is Jiang Xiaodong, a hard-working writer.

"Dabei, I'm making fun of your brother again."

"Is it easy for someone to be a street writer?"

"Looking at his expression, I understand what it means to be desperate......"

As soon as I saw Jiang Xiaodong, the fans on the anchor interface became active, and many people really rewarded gold coins.

"Haha, you're wrong, writing novels and signing contracts on the website to make money before you can make money, our little brother Dong is not qualified to hit the street, he can only be called an online literature lover."

He Bei teased without scruples.

"I love your sister!" Jiang Xiaodong's face darkened.

"Oh, Dabei, your mouth is really poisonous."

"Brother Xiaodong is angry, so pitiful~"

"As a street writer, I want to say, buddy, moving bricks is more promising."

"Hahaha......"

“2333……”

Seeing the barrage, Jiang Xiaodong's face became darker and darker.

"Okay brothers, let's continue in the afternoon, and then broadcast the live broadcast of Xiaodong Brother Codeword." He Bei turned the camera to himself.

"Tsk, people just got rejected today, don't be so poisonous."

"Looking forward to looking forward to it, Dabei, every time you complain about the novel routine, it's the most interesting."

"As a street writer, every time I see Brother Xiaodong's 500 turtle speed, I will regain my confidence."

……

turned off the live broadcast and found that Jiang Xiaodong seemed to be angry, and He Bei immediately smiled.

"Brother Dong, life is compelled to reward you the most every time I complain about you, not to mention, you taught me how to complain."

Jiang Xiaodong is not good at writing business novels, but he is very good at writing jokes.

"Don't make money today, don't code words!" Jiang Xiaodong hurt his self-esteem and said angrily.

Although it was his own idea, he wrote novels every day, and He Bei complained on the side, the worse he wrote, the more rewards he had, how could he stand it.

"Don't make a fuss, this month's rent hasn't been settled yet, I can't just rely on me to sing, I can't expect you to earn manuscript fees." He Bei said.

Jiang Xiaodong suddenly looked like a deflated ball.

Except for the occasional few hundred dollars from the magazine, he didn't have any income.

If it weren't for He Bei's brother, he wouldn't even be able to live in this single room.

"Don't be depressed, didn't you just start writing novels, with your writing, as long as you find the way, you will definitely become a god, buddy believes you."

He Bei saw Jiang Xiaodong's lost expression and comforted.

Jiang Xiaodong was moved: "You too, you will definitely be able to be a singer and a star in the future!" ”

He Bei, like him, also has big dreams, hoping to become a big star, being an anchor is just a side hustle, and it can be regarded as accumulating popularity.

"So, don't code words in the afternoon?" Seeing Jiang Xiaodong's emotion, He Bei immediately came to him and said with a smile.

Jiang Xiaodong rolled his eyes: "Code!" It's also an evil door.,The same joke.,I don't even have a ghost in my own live code.。 ”

"It's a world of faces." He Bei hit the nail on the head.

Jiang Xiaodong was unhappy: "You said that we are both handsome guys." ”

"I said, it's just that the two of us are handsome in different places."

"What's the difference?"

"I'm handsome."

……

"Get out!"

"Okay, I'll go buy food today."

He Bei is very active, in case Jiang Xiaodong really doesn't know how to code in the afternoon, then he will earn dozens of yuan less.

Waiting for He Bei to go out, Jiang Xiaodong immediately took the mirror and looked at himself.

Look at what we look like.

If the myopia can be corrected and the acne scars are gone, then ......

Plastic surgery can cost less......

Alas!

Jiang Xiaodong sighed, he can only rely on talent in this life.

Turning to look at the computer, except for the commonly used icons, the rest are densely packed with novel manuscripts, and without exception, they can't sign contracts.

A lot of great gods have been on the streets before they become gods, and I will definitely do it.

Unconvinced, Jiang Xiaodong built a new document.

Suddenly, a pop-up pop popped up.

"Want to know the meaning of life? Want to ...... Alive? ”

In a word, there are two choices: YES and NO.

"Paralyzed, you won't be infected with the virus, there is really infinite horror and I am not lucky to encounter it."

Jiang Xiaodong cursed and opened the anti-virus software.

In the infinite stream novel, when encountering this pop-up window, no matter whether you click yes or no, you will enter the reincarnation space, struggling to survive in horror movies such as Resident Evil, although you don't believe it, Jiang Xiaodong subconsciously doesn't dare to order it.

Suddenly, the computer screen went black.

Jiang Xiaodong chuckled in his heart.

It's not going to really happen, it's going to die, an otaku like himself who has no skills and zero force, and he will definitely finish playing in the infinite world.

With his eyes closed, Jiang Xiaodong made up his mind that if he really entered the infinite world, he would immediately kneel and lick the old players, otherwise he might be killed by others as Liwei's target.

For a long time, there was no movement.

Jiang Xiaodong panicked, could it be that he had already gone in?

Kneeling down with a plop, Jiang Xiaodong begged for mercy in various ways.

Still no response.

When I opened my eyes, I was still in the house, and nothing had changed.

Damn, I've read too many novels.

Jiang Xiaodong's face turned red, and he hurriedly got up, but was shocked to find that a video was playing on the computer.

A guy who looks exactly like himself is lying on the bed, with drooling at the corners of his mouth, and next to him is a handsome and handsome messy man, reading something, his face full of love.

What's the situation?

Jiang Xiaodong was a little confused.

"With the hope of the clansmen, the stone monkey resolutely jumped into the sea, it wants to cultivate immortals, and it wants to be a big monster!"

The man thought faintly.

Jiang Xiaodong inexplicably felt that a golden monkey appeared in his mind, and his face was full of determination, and he jumped off the boundless sea.

At the same time, a wave of blood surged up from the bottom of my heart.

No, when did my imagination become so rich, a sentence not only associated with the picture, but also the emotion.

Jiang Xiaodong felt that he was crazy.

"Big brother, after reading that monkey's autobiography, you can sober up for half a pillar of incense again."

After the man finished speaking, Jiang Xiaodong saw that on the bed, the guy who was exactly the same as himself suddenly opened his eyes.

Jiang Xiaodong was suddenly shocked, he found that those eyes were staring at him!

Under the blue sky and white sun, Jiang Xiaodong also felt creepy.

Immediately afterward, the world swirled, and Jiang Xiaodong lost consciousness.

I don't know how long it has been.

When he opened his eyes again, what Jiang Xiaodong saw was that outrageously handsome guy!

"Ahh Big brother, your eyes are much clearer today, and you may be able to speak in two days. ”

The handsome man's face was full of joy.

"Emperor Baosheng's method is effective, and the books written by Wenqu Xingjun can indeed make people addicted and affect their emotions. Thank you to the Emperor, thank you Wenqu, thank you Sun ......"

The handsome man was inexplicably excited, but when he said the last one, his face suddenly turned cold.

"Zhenjun, the emperor said that if the eldest master wakes up, he must immediately help him activate the meridians of his siblings."

Beside him, a boy reminded.

"Yes, yes, I'll come personally, I'll come personally."

The handsome man said happily, stepped forward and picked up Jiang Xiaodong's hands, and used the immortal power.

Lying on the bed, Jiang Xiaodong couldn't speak, couldn't move his body, and could only watch all this happen.

Being held by the handsome man, he felt a warm power coming, and his hands were suddenly filled with strength.

At the same time, in his mind, there was a mess of things.

"The Biography of the Great Sage, the Monkey King Dictated, Wenqu Xingjun Lu."

What the hell is this?

"My brother is Erlang God, the best person in the world for me."

Erlang God, Wenqu Xingjun, where is this Nima.

"I'm not a fool!"

Of all the messages, this is the strongest.

Jiang Xiaodong was speechless.

Before I could figure out what was going on, the previous feeling of vertigo returned.

"I'm going to be in a coma again, alas, it's better than being demented before. I read the first volume of the Great Sage Biography dozens of times, and I don't know if it will become invalid, but unfortunately the next few volumes were banned by the Jade Emperor. ”

Before losing consciousness, Jiang Xiaodong heard a sigh from a handsome man.

The next moment, Jiang Xiaodong opened his eyes and found that he was still sitting in front of the computer.

"Xiaodong, your meal."

He Bei walked into the house and handed over a box lunch.

The information in his mind was cluttered, Jiang Xiaodong didn't come to his senses, and subconsciously took the meal and ate it.

After eating, after a while, He Bei asked, "Brother, let's start coding words?" ”

"Okay."

Jiang Xiaodong was still dazed, and put his hands on the keyboard.

He Bei didn't expect Jiang Xiaodong to cooperate so much, and he was immediately overjoyed, and hurriedly took the computer and entered the live broadcast room.

"Brothers, Brother Xiaodong has started to code words, and the brother who writes on the street can appreciate the confidence of the two-finger Zen chief again." He Bei laughed.

The street writer silently rewarded 500 gold coins......

"Brother Xiaodong doesn't cry, stand up and masturbate!"

"If you masturbate too much, your hand speed will go up."

"The speed of the hand has gone up, and you can make more money moving bricks."

In the live broadcast room, fans began to swipe the screen.

Jiang Xiaodong didn't react to the outside world, staring at the screen, his mind was full of that stream of information.

"Write quickly, is it a waste material retirement marriage stream or a genius pretending to be a forced stream today?" He Bei said.

What to write?

Novel?

Suddenly, Jiang Xiaodong's eyes lit up, and his hands fell on the keyboard.

Cracking sound!

The mechanical keyboard sounded a series of sounds, like a symphony.

In the document, a large paragraph of text appeared in an instant.

He Bei's eyes widened suddenly!

The fans in the live broadcast room were also dumbfounded.

I saw Jiang Xiaodong, who was staring at the keyboard on weekdays to code words, and at this moment, his hands were like butterflies wearing flowers, so fast that he could only see the afterimage of his five fingers beating!

Is this Nima a hand crippled?