Yi Jian's latest single chapter, Qian Hao didn't know, because he didn't care about Yi Jian.

If you don't care, how can you pay attention? If you don't pay attention, how do you know?

Qian Hao, who didn't know, was full of fighting spirit and got up early the next morning. Then, after a simple wash, he began to code like crazy.

His hand speed is really fast, an absolute "fast man", and he can code two chapters before eight o'clock. That is, from six o'clock, in less than two hours, he coded six thousand words.

It's really worthy of more than 3 million words of dead on the street, this hand speed, absolutely abusing the handicapped.

However, it is not his hand speed that makes the handicapped scold the street, but his persistence. You say you, fast men, fast men, and so long-lasting, regardless of the occasion and place - in the dormitory, in the classroom, on the road...... Well, Qian Hao said, this is really not!

A day's struggle, if it is someone else, will kill twenty or thirty thousand words. But Qian Hao is more than that, just in the morning, he has six thousand, let alone at the end of the day.

Of course, he coded so many words, and it was not done lightly. He was cut off from the Internet, cut off communication, and immersed himself in it all day, which was only completed with hard work.

It was really hard, and by eight o'clock in the evening, he couldn't stand it. As soon as he looked up, his eyes were blurred, and his fingers were stiff, definitely no easier than moving bricks.

Well, that's what he thinks.

I took a glass of water, gurgled and drank it in one go. Then he stretched and lay down on the chair as if he had no strength.

"Whew, I'm so tired!"

"This still saves the creative process, otherwise it will definitely be more tiring, after all, ideation is much more tiring than typing."

"I have food in my hands, and I don't panic in my heart. Tsk, I'm really looking forward to it, in this world, I don't know what kind of height Dou Po will reach! ”

He lay in his chair with his eyes closed, and a lot of thoughts came to his mind.

Half an hour later, he regained his energy and sat up again with bright eyes. Turn on the computer first and craft a single chapter. Then, he opened the author's backend and sent it out along with two new chapters.

"The online literature circle is too quiet, then, let me stir up the storm."

He looked at his novel, his eyes serene, and a smile on his lips. That kind of smile, like a child who has done a prank.

When he was done, he turned off his computer, washed up, and climbed into his kennel.

I'm tired enough of this day, so I should take a vacation tonight and go to bed before nine o'clock.

Qian Hao lay on the bed so early, Wang Jing and Ma Wenjie didn't react at all. It's not that they weren't surprised, but they didn't pay attention at all, they were playing games with "I'm Nima, I'm Nima" in one mouth, and one head was on the table watching TV series.

As for Gao Bo, it is impossible to go back to bed before half past ten. Moreover, he seemed to be preparing for a change of bed.

Qian Hao didn't care, leaned on the bed, moaning comfortably. groaned, and then leisurely played with the phone.

His hobbies are very special, he doesn't go to post bars, he doesn't play dragon air, and he doesn't even have very many group chats. Of course, he also has his own hobbies, such as being in a daze, such as reading, such as listening to music, such as watching some exciting movies.

In addition to these, he also has a more special hobby, carrying a schoolbag, which only contains ballpoint pens, notebooks, and a few idle books. Then, without needing anyone else, he rode a mountain bike and walked aimlessly on the earth.

I met a lot of things and met a lot of people.

Of course, at this moment, he is wearing headphones, listening to pure music, and holding a book in his hand. Pure music is beautiful, and it makes him feel like he is on the lawn.

The spring breeze is coming, the butterflies are flying, the spring water is jingling, and it is poetic and picturesque.

At a quarter past ten, he woke up from his slumber, closed the book, turned off the music, and opened his novel.

He wanted to see how readers reacted.

But as soon as he opened it, he frowned, not because the reaction was not strong, but because the reader's discussion was very angry. In the midst of this anger, there was even a bit of disappointment.

Of course, most of them still support him.

However, he still could not stand it and carefully looked at the comments of readers. After a while, he roughly figured out the situation, and it seemed that someone had hacked him.

He sneered, not afraid, just muttered: "Who is this person, he has a lot of energy, and it actually makes my readers question me."

In one sentence, it directly speaks to the essence of the matter. The person who blackened him in Longkong was definitely not passerby A, passerby B or anything like that, otherwise it would not have caused such a big response.

If someone pays attention secretly, they will find that many authors have retweeted it, and there is more than one Yijian. Not only that, but there are also a lot of trumpets kneeling and licking.

The three of them became tigers, which ruined Dou Po's reputation.

Although the situation was very bad, Qian Hao was not afraid, nor was he annoyed, angry, etc., because he did not take the villain in his eyes. He always believed that in the face of absolute strength, a conspiracy was a paper tiger.

However, he was a little unhappy about this matter.

This is unpleasant, after he visited the dragon sky once, he became more strict. Because there, he saw a lot of people hacking themselves. Many people, who don't know each other, don't intersect, just hack him so inexplicably.

Although he was unhappy, he still clicked on a few of them, and the most popular post, he naturally clicked on it.

After reading it, he was not silent, nor did he sneak away, but registered an account and made a post:

"I used to hear that Longkong was all hitting the streets, otherwise why would any book be sprayed if it got a better grade? Of course, I didn't believe this before, because I wasn't in Longkong. Now, though, I believe it, because he does squirt at everyone. Hehe, I'm not referring to any one specifically, I'm saying that everyone here is rubbish. ”

These words are very rampant, very rampant, 100% rampant.

It's a dragon who sees it, and he can't help but scold the street.

Sure enough, after a while, many people poured in, almost without exception, all invective:

"Damn, your mother actually gave birth to such a Sabi as you."

"Hehe, Qian someone, you think you have written a book, and you think you are amazing?"

"Upstairs, once the street was on fire, it was naturally proud."

Of course, there are sane people, who say:

"Everyone, calm down, this person may not be the author himself, but someone who is trying to make stinky money."

"I bought a watch last year, everyone calm down, we are civilized people."

"Alas, young people nowadays, there is really no one in their eyes, I don't know what to say."

When everyone was scolding, Qian Hao was watching. For the more angry the crowd became, the more pleased he became. At this point, he was a child, proud of his pranks.

Suddenly, when he saw Yi Jian's speech, he sneered and said, "Jumping beam clown, I can't take care of you during this time, do you really think I'm afraid of you?" It's okay, you don't have to wait until eleven, I'll take care of you in the next few days. ”

With that, he immediately pressed his phone and wrote a single chapter again.