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The first day of the May Day holiday was not very uneventful, plain, a whole afternoon and evening time, except for the extra 100 ~ 10,000 \ small! Except for some time to talk, eat, and go for a walk around the school in the evening, Huang Haiming stayed in the dormitory to code words, and after recovering all his memories, he was blessed to his soul, and he had a new understanding and insight into writing novels, and his writing state gradually returned to the appearance of the first time he wrote novels, full of passion.

Now, Huang Haiming can't wait to spend all his time writing novels, he doesn't want to waste a minute or a second, he is a little afraid that this sudden inspiration and state will be secretly lost again, and he will never return.

But such a busy meal is not completely fruitless, at least Huang Haiming knows how to go, how to do, and how to do it in the future, instead of the blind toss that the goal seems to be clear but is actually vague in the past.

With the lessons of his previous personal experience, Huang Haiming made up his mind that he must not make the same mistake again, after repeated reflection, successively compared, and came to the result, after understanding, he felt like pulling out the clouds and seeing the bright moon, if he did it again, Huang Haiming was confident that his writing level would be promoted to the platinum level in the past time, rather than just barely stepping into the gold level now.

The diamond level is the highest level of the current writer cultivation system, but this has a premise, in the incomplete and incomplete state of the writer cultivation system, God knows if there will be more levels after a year of sleeping repair, as long as you don't travel to other planets, but who can say?

After writing a one-day novel, Huang Haiming rarely did not continue to be 100~10,000 \ small! Talking or going to bed directly, I moved a chair and placed it in front of the balcony, cushioned with one hand, and supported my chin with the other. Quietly looking at the dark night sky, looking at the moon hanging obliquely on the horizon, silently counting the dark or bright stars in the sky. After a while, Ye Wudao suddenly called him and said that he would not go back to the dormitory tonight, so you should stay in the dormitory by yourself, so that he didn't have to wait to help open the bedroom door, and before hanging up the phone, he didn't forget to perform what he thought was a point-and-stop blow, and laughed.

Huang Haiming is in a good mood. smiled: Even if you go back to the dormitory, you won't open the door, either sleep at the door for one night, or sleep with the downstairs uncle, and then hang up the phone directly, without giving Ye Wudao a chance to continue to talk back and fight back. Ye Wudao had no choice but to smile and say to himself that I won't finish with you next time.

Huang Haiming originally planned to continue to look at the moon and count the stars, but he lost the mood and interest just now, so he stopped counting. Thinking of these counting stars, Huang Haiming can't help but think of the past when his grandfather taught him to count stars when he was a child. Very happy, very ignorant, grandfather's surname is Huang Mingsen, and he was a teacher in the early days. Because the population of his family continued to increase, he later resigned and quit his job, and he didn't know what else he had done, but he wrote well. Every year, the couplets during the Chinese New Year are written by him, and the villagers let him write them, and he is very doting on Huang Haiming and Sister Chunxue. He likes to point to the stars in the sky, so much so that now Huang Haiming can still remember the specific names of some stars in specific locations.

In a trance, his career has passed at the age of 21, he is about to graduate, Sister Chunxue is only one semester away, and the time to count the stars together during the Spring Festival every year is getting less and less.

Moved the chair back to its original place, washed it in three minutes, and prepared to go to bed, ensuring sufficient sleep and regular work and rest, but I didn't expect to see Lin Qingying still online before turning off the QQ on the computer, it was a little faster, and I hadn't slept yet, which was a bit unreasonable.

Under normal circumstances, QQ is on, which means that Lin Qingying's people are there, but if they are offline, they are not there, and they will not hang QQ for no reason. After thinking about it for a few seconds, I don't know if it was a ghost or a mistake, for no reason, Huang Haiming sent a message asking if she was not there, why hadn't she slept yet?

There was nothing inexplicable and unexpected, and the other side quickly replied: It's here, I'm reading a novel, and I'm going to sleep soon, what about you? Don't sleep yet, don't stay up late and don't have the energy to write a novel tomorrow, there are still many book friends, readers and fans waiting for tomorrow's update, don't make up the numbers.

Make up the numbers? Seeing Lin Qingying's reply, Huang Haiming felt a little sad in his heart, although it was a joke, but this evaluation was really not good, in other aspects, Huang Haiming didn't dare to do anything and didn't know what to do, but in terms of novels, he never said it for the sake of the number of words, otherwise "Super Player of Online Games" and "Romance of the Dragon and Snake" would not have ended in more than one million words and less than two million words, each of which was concise and concise to the level he could reach.

According to the memories of his previous life that he replied, in that era, the number of novels of several professional authors was not more than two million words, and after 2010, almost all of them were more than three million words.

It's not that you can't write so many words, after all, the mainstream of online novels is developing in that direction, novels with less than two million words are rarely read, there is no need to be entangled, but the number of words is inevitably not a bunch of irrigation, in addition to the improvement of writing skills, the quality of novels has dropped less than in previous years.

Qiushui Yiren: Hehe, just kidding, don't care, the quality of the Buddha book is definitely first-class among all online novels, if the quality of tomorrow's Buddha update declines because of me, I'm afraid it will be attacked by a group.

Huang Haiming: ......, dizzy, are you testing my IQ?

Qiushui Yiren: Well, how do you know? Uh, how could it be, no, it was a mistake just now!

Huang Haiming: ......, okay, if you are ruthless, you can see that you are definitely deliberate.

Qiushui Yiren: ......, cover your mouth and snicker, you have to believe me, it's definitely not intentional and deliberate, it's just a little sleepy and a typo, don't care too much. Hmm, don't talk about it, sleep, sleeping late is not good for the skin, talk about it next time, bye.

In an instant, Lin Qingying's QQ avatar went out and turned gray, just say it, and don't drag it at all.

Smiling and looking at the QQ reply on the notebook, Lin Qingying yawned, her sleepy eyes were hazy, and she suddenly leaned her head up, looked at the rest of the Buddha chapters, and then looked at the time, it was almost a little closer, and then made up her mind, planning to keep it for tomorrow and continue to read, gently closed the notebook, put it aside, turned off the light, and then went to sleep.

Is this being molested? Huang Haiming smiled bitterly, seeing Lin Qingying's QQ turn gray, it should be really offline, the girl who met and ran away in fear when she met for the first time in the playground "surprise", but she was no longer a stranger, who would have thought that the other party would become one of his fans of novels, in addition to smiling bitterly, he also missed the encounter at that time.

Meet, know each other, have a blind date? Will they be separated?

Put your hands behind your head and close your eyes, but you are imagining the aftertaste in your heart, the writer's cultivation system has officially fallen into a state of sleep, what kind of changes will it take after a year, what kind of form it is, and the incomplete state has so many functions, so what about after it is complete? Could there be some science fiction potion that alters and enhances genetic evolution? Or can it prolong life? A qiē is unknown.

"Buddha is the Way" will be over in a little more than a month, and at that time, without the assistance of the novel outline, Yiqiē can only rely on his own strength and advanced memory, full of infinite expectations and longings, but also has countless ups and downs.

Is it a new record? Or is it beginning to sink? Or will it be a year before the writer's cultivation system can rise again?

Unconsciously, Huang Haiming fell asleep calmly and peacefully, but in his dream, he suddenly appeared one by one the figures in the next novel, and he wanted to remember them all, but there was always no trace, the farther and farther away, like a dream, an emptiness, at the same time, there was a family in the dream, Sister Chunxue's, of course, Lin Qingying's, the unknown ponytail school flower in the library, and Wang Feiyan in the blur.

The next day, early in the morning, not long after the day dawned, Huang Haiming woke up on time, uploaded the novel at six o'clock in the morning in a daze, and then jogged towards the playground with steps.

Except for the people who go home on vacation and don't go back to the dormitory like Ye Wudao, most of the rest are sleeping, it's rare to have a vacation, how can you have a good rest, getting up at nine or ten o'clock is the norm, eh, usually get up at the same time when there is no class in the morning.

Running, Huang Haiming has been thinking about last night's dream, this semester like school, there are very few dreams, and the total number of hands is not as much as a pair, it is not surprising that there are scenes in previous dreams that have read novels and played games, and it is not surprising that there are fantasy characters and stories in the next novel this time, because the next one will be his only original novel, and it is very understandable that the appearance is mainly how Lin Qingying appeared, and the ponytail school flower who has only met twice in the reading room, and Wang Feiyan, who has never been in contact and has no contact.

In the morning, ten laps of running plus standing piles to hit the eighth-level palm Bagua Boxing of Guoshu, nearly an hour passed quickly, but during the running, Huang Haiming's spirit was not very concentrated, and it was the only time he did not concentrate, until he had to take Guoshu seriously, he completely let go, concentrated, and did not think too much.

Very strange one night and morning! (To be continued)