After treating his stomach, Jiang Zihao returned to the bedroom and began to write again.

In a blink of an eye, it was already more than ten o'clock, and I could only hear the door "click", and two people walked in from outside the door, it was Jiang Zihao's father Jiang Tao and mother Zhao Mei. Both of them work in the same state-owned enterprise, and they go out early and return late all day. If it weren't for Jiang Zihao's sudden high fever in the morning, Zhao Mei took half a day off in order to send her son to the hospital.

"Dad, Mom, you're back," Jiang Zihao heard the sound of the door opening, and turned to greet his parents.

"Haohao, how do you feel better," Jiang Tao said apologetically thinking that his son had a fever in the morning and he couldn't accompany him.

"It's good morning," Jiang Zihao said, "Dad, Mom, I made some food in the kitchen, you can eat it when you warm it up." ”

"Oh, the sun is coming out in the west today, and my son can cook?" Zhao Mei felt a little incredible, and quipped, "I'll go and see how Hao Hao's food is, Hao Hao, you continue to study, remember not to be too tired, go to bed early when you are sleepy." ”

"Got it," Jiang Zihao replied without looking back, and continued to bow his head to carry out his great work of writing.

At twelve o'clock, Jiang Zihao finally stopped writing, and at this time he had already finished writing the first episode of "Shuibo Seclusion, Passing on the Trick of Passing on the Trick of the Same Door, and Being a Thousands of Miles of Transferor". Rubbing his wrist, which was already a little sore, Jiang Zihao smiled bitterly, "Without a computer, I can't afford to write by hand, I really can't afford to hurt it, and the first two chapters alone took more than five hours, which is too slow." I secretly made up my mind that when this "Dragon and Tiger Fighting Jinghua" was finished and he got the manuscript fee, the first thing Jiang Zihao wanted to do was to buy a computer.

Slowly stood up from the desk and moved his somewhat stiff body, Jiang Zihao already felt a little sleepy. Out of the bedroom, seeing that the lights had long been turned off in the parents' bedroom next door, Jiang Zihao tiptoed to the bathroom, and after a few simple scrubs, he dragged his tired body back to the bedroom and fell asleep.

The next day, when Jiang Zihao got up, it was already past eight o'clock. Fortunately, it was Saturday, so I didn't have to go to class, otherwise my mother Zhao Mei would have called herself a long time ago, Jiang Zihao thought. After changing his clothes, Jiang Zihao walked to the living room, and sure enough, he saw the breakfast left by his mother for him, and a ten-yuan banknote, which was Jiang Zihao's lunch and dinner money. After brushing his teeth and having breakfast, Jiang Zihao returned to his bedroom, ready to continue his great work of writing.

As for Jiang's father and Jiang's mother, they still have to go to work on Saturdays, so they leave early, and they usually only have one day off on Sundays.

In a blink of an eye, a morning passed, Jiang Zihao was immersed in the world of writing, although the speed of handwriting made people really unable to complain, but it was still worthy of the second "one leaf fan boat to turn over the water for ten years to change the sword protector door".

Then, after solving the lunch problem, Jiang Zihao continued to write at the desk, and finally at more than ten o'clock in the evening, he finished writing the fourth episode of "The Gray Knife Chang Taixi hurriedly came and went to lead the sword on the journey", and then Jiang's father and Jiang's mother also returned.

"Haohao, did you eat on time today? You should also pay attention to rest when reading, don't be too tired," Zhao Mei looked at her son, still working hard in the bedroom, and said distressedly.

"Meimei, our family Haohao has been studying hard for the past two days, don't bother him," Jiang Tao saw this and comforted.

They also know a little about their son's grades, but the education level of the two is not high, and they can't help with their studies, so they can only hope to make more money and not drag down their son in terms of material. In a word, pity the hearts of parents all over the world.

By the time Jiang's father and mother had dinner and went back to the house to sleep, it was almost eleven o'clock. Jiang Zihao looked at the time, rubbed his somewhat sour eyes, and was ready to stop writing and sleep, he wrote a total of about 10,000 words today, and the rest will not be too late tomorrow.

The next day was the weekend, Jiang's father and Jiang's mother didn't have to go to work, under the greeting of his mother, Jiang Zihao got up "with difficulty", yesterday he was tired of a day, so today he plans to finish his school homework before continuing to write.

The morning passed quickly, but fortunately, Jiang Zihao was a liberal arts student, and his homework was not a lot, and he was almost completed soon. Taking advantage of his spare time, Jiang Zihao picked up the political and geography textbooks, and looked at them, he wanted to see if his memorization was still effective.

As a result, Jiang Zihao was taken aback, a political textbook and a geography textbook, more than 200,000 words, and it took him more than half an hour to memorize it! Seeing this magical scene, Jiang Zihao was so excited that he was almost speechless, and when he was reborn in high school, he was most worried about nothing else, but his grades. Now that I have the ability to remember things by myself, I don't have to worry about grades as long as I take the time to write down my books.

As I said before, Jiang Zihao's liberal arts, the focus of liberal arts is comprehensive literature, followed by English and mathematics, and finally Chinese. And Jiang Zihao used to be good in mathematics, barely passing, as for the Wen Zong, because he likes to read novels, he basically relied on a little impression of the class, making up nonsense, how can Wen Zong do well in the exam? In terms of language, just like mathematics, there is no problem in achieving a passing grade, while English has always been his heart disease. Because the English course is based on vocabulary, Jiang Zihao doesn't like to endorse where does the vocabulary come from? So English has always been at the bottom of the class.

Now that he has the ability to never forget, as long as Jiang Zihao raises his vocabulary and does a good job in Wenzong, at least his grades this semester can be mixed into the middle and upper reaches of the class, which can be regarded as an explanation to his parents, thinking of this, Jiang Zihao can't help but be overjoyed.

Another afternoon has passed, and in the past two days, Jiang Zihao has written a total of about 50,000 words, that is to say, he has completed a small half of the book "Dragon and Tiger Fighting Jinghua", which is not fast. Looking at his results in the past two days, Jiang Zihao said with a smile: "I will take the time to write tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and I can try my luck with a few publishing houses on Friday." At this time, a certain point has not yet come out, otherwise Jiang Zihao will definitely put this book to a certain point to try, maybe he can still get the name of the originator of the mountain.

"Hao Hao, I've been studying for a day, I'm tired," her mother Zhao Mei beckoned.

"Don't be tired, Mom, don't worry, I now know that if I work hard, I will definitely be admitted to a good university," Jiang Zihao said confidently.

"Good son, have ambition, go, dad will take you out to eat today," Jiang Tao heard his son say this, and made a decision happily, Jiang's mother heard this, and did not stop it, her son was tired for a day, and it was good to go out for a walk.