85_85712 [ps: Thank you old friend Shuang Ziyan for the three 100 tips~ Thank you for the 588 tips with a smile and a few sorrows~ The content of this chapter is adapted from my real deeds~~]

Touching the computer again, Tong Yan first logged in to the www.biquge.info of Biqu Pavilion, opened the author's background, and did not hear a "ding" sound, indicating that the website did not arrange a recommendation for him next week.

Tong Yan was a little disappointed, but he was prepared, it stands to reason that the results of "The History of Little Soldiers" are not bad, and a few books are also recommended, this book is relatively outstanding, but Tong Yan's update is a big problem, and he is not the only author under the watermelon, and now the www.biquge.info of Biquge is developing so fast, some potential works will emerge every day, and she must take care of these works by the editor-in-charge around her, so I told Tong Yan earlier that there may not be recommendations every week.

Tong Yan walked for half an hour, on the way he had already recalled the plot he had written before, and when he saw that there was no recommendation, Tong Yan immediately created a new word to start coding, and now he has to race against time, and he didn't even read QQ and the book review area.

After a period of hibernation, Song Hu had already convinced his 180 people to teach him, and the miscellaneous army was already of great use. During this time, he took his subordinates to wander around the galaxy like ruffians, acting as a hero who saw injustice by the way, and happened to meet the army he served in before, when this group of people abandoned him in order to escape, if it weren't for Song Hu's black technology left by his grandfather, he would have become starry garbage a long time ago, let alone have the small achievements he has now.

In the eyes of his former teammates, Song Hu is still the little soldier who can be thrown down casually, but in fact, he has already cut off a small and powerful bandit leader, and he doesn't say anything, so he returned to the original army in a smooth way.

How to write this plot, Tong Yan has rehearsed it in his mind a week ago, so now his fingers are tapping fast, if it weren't for the fact that the Internet café is particularly noisy now, and the smell of smoke mixed with the smell of sweat is particularly rushing to his nose, which somewhat distracts Tong Yan, he can still write faster, but he knows that these are things he is powerless to change, so he can only force himself to adapt.

While Tong Yan is struggling with noise and smell, the dormitory meeting in the 121 dormitory is also in full swing, turning it over and turning it over is a topic, what is Tong Yan doing out?

Yesterday, although Tong Yan clearly said that he would not sleep in the dormitory today, when asked where he was going to sleep, he didn't say anything, so he left a sentence, "Can you help me?" ”

Can you not help him, Tong Yan is really interesting in the class, he studies well and is righteous, and Tong Yan relies on several times of homework in their dormitory, how can he not help him, Wang Ping also specially told Zheng Jing, "This matter must not be spread." What he was most worried about was Zheng Jing's mouth.

Zheng Jing is actually a good person, but he is too curious, he wants to understand everything, and then shows off his understanding to people who don't understand, and now he doesn't understand it very much, "You said Tong Yan shouldn't go to the girls' dormitory to fool around, right?" ”

"Cut, I'll go there if I can get in." Qi Delong said unashamedly.

"What can you do if you don't go home at night, eighty percent of them go to the Internet." Wang Ping, who is usually close to Tong Yan, guessed.

"Surfing the Internet? He also plays games? Luo Xiaoxu, who didn't have a strong sense of zài, interjected.

"Don't you see who he's at the table?" Zheng Jing said, "That's Dong Mian, as the so-called one who is close to Zhu is red and close to ink is black, it is too normal to be addicted to the Internet by Dong Mian." Zheng Jing and Dong Mian were classmates in junior high school, and they cherished his glorious deeds.

With Dong Mian to carry this black cauldron, everyone agreed that Tong Yan went to the Internet café to play games, and while expressing regret, everyone also promised again that they would never talk about it, especially Zheng Jing was reminded emphatically.

After 12 o'clock, the situation in the spider web café has improved, many people have left, and the rest are all overnight, there are fewer people, and the smell of smoke and stinky sweat is not so strong, Tong Yan is in a good mood, and he writes faster, and it is estimated that it should be more than 2500 words per hour at this time.

However, there are two problems that have to be faced when writing novels at night, and that is hunger and sleepiness.

Usually I go to bed at 11 o'clock, my physiological function slows down, and it is not a problem to persist until dawn, but now Tong Yan is awake, and he uses his hands and brains, and the nutrients stored in his body are consumed quickly, so he will be hungry soon.

There is a small area in the Internet café that sells food and drinks, even instant noodles, and hot water. At one o'clock in the evening, Tong Yan once asked the price of a kind of bread.

"Five." The ** who bought things said casually, but Tong Yan was like a fish in his throat, just a small piece of bread, and it was sold for two yuan outside, and it was too dark here!

Tong Yan chose to endure, not to endure the price, but to endure hunger.

He was on the Internet for more than an hour before 12 o'clock, plus 10 yuan for a night (starting from 0 o'clock and ending at 8 o'clock in the morning), the Internet consumption is twelve or thirteen yuan, if you add bread, this is almost twenty, in the current situation, it may not be enough to write a week's updates, so a month's Internet spending has to be more than 100.

Tong Yan didn't have the money, but he was under a lot of pressure, so he chose to endure hunger and continue to code, with a longing for the manuscript fee in his heart, which could somewhat resist some hunger.

At three o'clock in the morning, the feeling of sleepiness hit, sleepiness and hunger, Tong Yan could hardly lift his fingers, and the speed of code words slowed down as a matter of course, and he could only pop up a few words a minute.

"Boss, get a piece of bread, the cheapest kind." After paying five yuan, Tong Yan's stomach finally felt better, and his hunger was temporarily relieved, but he was still sleepy, so Tong Yan ran to the toilet again and slapped his face with cold water.

Just as Tong Yan felt sorry for himself in the mirror, the lattice of the toilet opened, and a person who looked about his age walked out, with a cigarette in his mouth, it was one of the two people who were frightened by Tong Yan last night, he swept Tong Yan's eyes, and took the initiative to greet him, "Dude, have we met somewhere?" ”

This person had an impression of Tong Yan, and Tong Yan also felt that he was familiar, "You are the seventh middle school, right?" ”

"Yes, yes, yes, but I just got promoted to No. 1 Middle School this year." Lin Tao said enthusiastically, he didn't expect to meet a junior high school alumnus.

"Oh, I'm a year older than you, and I'm in No. 1 Middle School now," Tong Yan didn't want to deny it, after all, he was in the same school now, and he might be able to meet him in the future, so he quipped, "You should be in military training now, you are tired and tired and still have the energy to come out to soak in the Internet café, admire and admire." ”

"It turned out to be a senior brother, we are also a combination of work and rest," Lin Tao's words revealed that he was not the only one, and then took out the cigarette case and began to put it on, "Come on, I see that you are quite sleepy, this thing is refreshing." ”

Tong Yan hesitated for a moment and didn't answer, "I don't smoke." ”

Lin Tao thought that Tong Yan was polite, and pushed a few times, seeing that Tong Yan really didn't smoke, so he put away the cigarette case, Tong Yan also knew the truth of smoking to refresh his mind, and also knew that many writers have a habit of smoking, but he cherished his body very much, and the danger of smoking hài three-year-old children understands, since they all understand how he can be contaminated with this bad hobby, and the most important thing is that if he is really addicted, it is a lot of expenses, which may make his financial situation collapse.

Tong Yan didn't think about developing any friendship in the Internet café, so he kept a certain distance from Lin Tao, when he asked Tong Yan what games he played, Tong Yan just said perfunctorily that he was just going on the Internet and browsing the web.

Lin Tao suddenly had a smile that I understand, I don't ask much, in their eyes, there are only two things to go to an Internet café at night, one is to play games, and the other is a man's hobby, Tong Yan didn't know that Lin Tao was already thinking crookedly.

The cold water had a certain effect, Tong Yan was a lot more energetic, so he continued to crack on the keyboard, so far, he has coded 10,000 words in nearly five hours, and it is a little difficult to complete 20,000 words, but he still wants to fight.

It's not even seven o'clock, that Lin Tao has already left with his classmates, they still have to train for military exercises, Tong Yan wrote until seven o'clock and was ready to stop, at this time a plot ended, the number of words was about 16,000, which was the weight of five chapters.

After writing the last punctuation mark, Tong Yan stretched his waist and squinted his eyes for a while, and when he opened his eyes, he was stunned to find that the computer screen was black!

"Webmaster, what's going on?"

"It's black!"

"It's dead!"

The voices of complaints in the Internet café came and went, and after a while, the network pipe, "There was a power outage just now, now turn on the machine and try it." ”

Tong Yan pressed the boot button and waited calmly, and after he finished writing, he clicked save as soon as possible, so he was not worried that the fruits of his labor would disappear.

But when the computer was turned on, he was stunned to find that the word document he had created on the computer desktop was gone!!。