When he came to the hospital, Zhou Lin was fortunate that he was only dislocated, not fractured. A few days of recuperation should be fine.

In hospitals.

Zhou Qian kept asking Lin Yi.

"Who is that person?"

"He looks so handsome, and he fights so well, he's a male god."

"Isn't it your friend?"

"Or your cousin? But it's not like it, if it's your cousin, where does he look so handsome? ”

Although there was a bit of discrimination in his words, Mo Yu did not say that he was his cousin, after all, Lin Yi was really jealous and had nothing to do with him.

"Friend, a former middle school classmate, came to Kyoto to play, and happened to live with me."

Mo Yu explained casually.

"Friend, that's okay, let's bring it out to play next time."

Zhou Qian completely forgot about her previous unhappiness, and kept asking Lin Yi, eager to see Lin Yi now.

"Heh, there's a chance to see you again."

Mo Yu said with a smile, and then asked curiously: "Why did you suddenly think of where to go to play today?" ”

After opening the topic, Zhou Qian suddenly didn't mention Lin Yi, but looked at herself with some complaints and said, "It's not all because of you." ”

"Because of me?"

Now Mo Yu was depressed, why did this matter have anything to do with him.

With a look of curiosity on his face, Mo Yu looked at Zhou Qian, and Zhou Qian also directly said the reason for the matter.

"Let's be in the group, just you have a rematch, aren't we going to help you get some background music, a few of your songs are very good, Meng Yao plans to help you get a little background music, and when you compete, so as not to sing a cappella."

That's it.

Mo Yu suddenly understood, it turned out that it was really for himself, and Mo Yu didn't know what to say at the moment, so he could only scratch his head and laugh: "That's really embarrassing." ”

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, you're our god of songs, we can rely on you to give us a long face for the Happy Music Association."

Zhou Qian said very directly.

Mo Yu was praised a little embarrassed.

Turning around, he looked at Shen Mengyao and said, "Actually, I have already thought about the background music of these music. ”

As soon as he said this, everyone couldn't help but be surprised.

"Are you sure?"

Shen Mengyao was also a little surprised, Mo Yu completed these music alone, but background music is not the same as making lyrics, it must be in line with emotions and lyrics.

Background music is actually a kind of music that processes rhythms.

There is a big difference between having background music and not having it.

At least if Mo Yu is participating in the competition, adding background music, the effect will be at least twice as good.

"Yes."

Mo Yu nodded, he had heard all kinds of different versions of these songs, and the background music was nothing.

"Then if you don't say it earlier, we will have to run away in person and encounter this incident."

Zhou Qian said this, with some complaints.

Mo Yu knew that it was useless to say anything at this time, so he stood there and didn't speak.

Soon Zhou Lin came out, and the big guy didn't have any intention to talk and laugh, and after sending Zhou Lin back to the dormitory, they left one after another.

Mo Yu turned around and was about to leave.

However, before leaving, Shen Mengyao told Mo Yu that June 1st was the top 16 PK, so Mo Yu 28th and 9th, everyone got together and exercised in advance.

For the beauty president, Mo Yu can only agree, people can afford to look up to themselves, and Mo Yu can't throw his face to the other party.

After returning home.

Mo Yu specially bought a lot of delicious food for Lin Yi.

Bought from the mall, some snacks, and a lot of things.

Back at home, Mo Yu put the big bag of things on the ground, Lin Yi was holding his computer, reading the novel, and it was not surprising that what he read was Zhu Xian, but Lin Yi was smart, and he was reading the manuscript.

Wait for yourself.

Lin Yi was biao.

"Brother Mo, you can't do this."

Belch.

Mo Yu was stunned for a moment, what is this talking about, where is he not going to do it.

"What's wrong?"

Mo Yu didn't know what kind of anger Lin Yi was angry about, so he couldn't help but ask curiously.

"What else, why is Baguio dead, Baguio can't die."

Lin Yi said with some anger.

As soon as he said this, Mo Yu instantly understood, it turned out that this guy was doing this, this guy read his outline.

At that moment, Mo Yu touched his nose and said: "The novel is like this, besides, Baguio is not dead, there is a wisp of soul that is still there, and the plot will be designed in the future." ”

"I see."

After Lin Yi listened, he couldn't help but nodded, but Mo Yu really didn't know the ending of Baguio, although in the ending of Zhuxian, there was only a piece of green cloth left in the stone cave, but in the end, where Baguio went, even the author didn't explain it clearly.

married Lu Xueqi.

This made Mo Yu not know what to say, but he was afraid that after he finished writing, readers would also scold him.

But respect the original work, if Baguio didn't die for love, then no one would remember Baguio.

Retracting his thoughts, Mo Yu shook the snacks in his hand, looked at Lin Yi and smiled, "Look at what I bought you to eat." ”

Lin Yi glanced at it, and his eyes suddenly lit up!

"Potato chips! This is potato chips. ”

Lin Yi couldn't help laughing, there was a smile on his face, as if he had never seen such a thing, this kind of expression could never deceive people, Mo Yu couldn't help but smile, it seems that Lin Yi still likes to eat.

After all, eighteen or nineteen-year-old teenagers still like to eat snacks.

Lin Yi snapped open a pack of potato chips, then stuffed them into his mouth, making a click, clicking chewing sound, smiling all over his face, looking very happy.

Turning around, Mo Yu sat in front of the computer and began to code words.

The content of Zhu Xian has not yet been written about Baguio's death, but the outline has been set.

At present, it is only written about Xuanhuojian.

However, there are still 1230,000 words to write about Baguio's death.

Landing on the world Chinese network, it is currently updated in chapter 32 "Down the Mountain", and the wonderful plot is just beginning.

All the readers suppressed their breath, hoping that after the protagonist went down the mountain, he would have a lot of adventures, and then he would quickly turn over and show off secretly in front of Tian Ling'er.

It's just that this idea is afraid that it will not be realized in a lifetime.

Because the original author of Zhu Xian is really writing a book, writing with Zhang Xiaofan's character, rather than writing with his own thoughts, he writes when he feels cool, and the content of the story is written in accordance with Zhang Xiaofan's mood.

"I got a recommendation today, and I don't know how effective it is."

Mo Yu muttered to himself, and then opened the backstage.

For a moment, Mo Yu was surprised.

Zhuxian, which has been updated to almost 100,000 words, has exceeded 20,000 in its collection.

That's right, that 20174 made Mo Yu a little surprised.

The recommendation at two o'clock in the afternoon today, it's almost eight o'clock now, which means that it's only been six hours, and the collection I saw after I got up today is only 17000+.

Now it has reached 20,000, which means an increase of three thousand collections.

However, Zhu Xian can increase by an average of 1,000 collections every day, even if today is Sunday, the increase is 1,500, but there are also 1,500 collections, which have risen from this recommended position.

Elsewhere, this recommendation rose by 2,000 to pass, and before I had a day, it rose by 1,005, that!

Mo Yu didn't dare to imagine.

But Mo Yu didn't feel the slightest horror, because in later generations, Zhu Xian's collection broke 100,000 on several websites, and the highest was 278,600, and on a mainstream website, it was only updated with a million words.

There are 270,000 collections.

Now there are only 20,000 collections, and compared with the achievements of later generations, it can only be regarded as an estimated development.

No more, no less.

But for Mo Yu, this result is within an acceptable range, but for others, it is simply incredible.

Dragon Sky, in particular, is simply blown up!

A newcomer's work, 100,000 words, 20,000 collections!

On a category selection, it was only six hours, and the increase was 1,500 collections, what is this concept?

Two hundred and fifty collections in one hour!

The entire Dragon Sky, most of the authors have fried the pot.

It's the rise of the new gods.

But relatively speaking, more and more people have joined the battle of the crusade, because Zhu Xian's achievements are too terrifying.

Mo Yu next coded words while paying attention to his collection results.

I've been observing.

After ten minutes, there were thirty collections.

After ten minutes, twenty-eight collections rose.

After five minutes, it rose by more than a dozen.

It's very refreshing to read, I could write a chapter in an hour, but now I can write a chapter in two hours.

As for the Dragon Sky that had fallen out, Mo Yu didn't pay attention to it at all, but looked at his book happily.

Meanwhile.

In the distant upper city, Zhou Hai was also paying attention to Zhu Xian, to be honest, Zhu Xian's book, he thought it was very good when he read it.

As Zhu Xian's grades are getting better and better, for him, it is naturally getting better and better.

From eight o'clock in the evening, Mo Yu persisted until twelve o'clock in the morning, and only wrote a little more than a chapter.

Collected to 21981.

Basically, it's up two thousand.

It also means that Zhu Xian recommended from 2 p.m. to 12 a.m., ten hours, an increase of 3,500 collections.

An average of an hour, three hundred and fifty collections.

Naturally, the traffic skyrockets at night.

After the early hours of the morning, the collection was greatly reduced, but it was okay, at least twenty in an hour.

After twelve o'clock, Mo Yu updated an additional chapter, just pinching at this point, and then begging for collections, recommendation votes, and clicks in the back.

After finishing speaking, Mo Yu continued to wait.

It ended at 12 o'clock, today is the weekend, and it has reached the 28th.

It belongs to Monday.

All the lists are to be emptied, except for the monthly lists.

The rookie list is calculated on a weekly basis.

However, it will not be until at least 1 a.m. that a new list will be refreshed.

Mo Yu gritted his teeth and coded a chapter, and wrote until one o'clock in the morning, trying not to read his own list of novels.

The novel of the great god of Zhuhai has been off the list.

Refresh again.

The first newcomer in the classification is the second place in "Zhu Xian", the third place in "The Legend of My Prodigal Son", and the third place in "Eight Desolation Sticks", to Mo Yu's surprise, the last place on the homepage list turned out to be one.

There is no doubt that this should be a novel similar to the Zhuxian system.

This made Mo Yu smile, which made him happier than winning the first place, because having a book like this means that his own Zhu Xian is indeed a genre!

And what shocked Mo Yu was.

(Thank you all the way Tutu, Shaojie me, Qi Ming, Wenren Naixiang, and the four brothers for their support ~ thank you ~)