Yang Chen flew back to Xijing on an evening flight, and at night, the whole city was brightly lit, with a bit of the bustling atmosphere of a metropolis.

The time was not early, Yang Chen, who looked at the expensive watch, did not disturb Shen Yue, who was staying at the Pearl Hotel with his mother, his Wrangler wiped off a large piece of paint, the car door was damaged, and it was sent for repair, and he had no car to drive, and he queued up at the airport to take a taxi, and it was almost ten o'clock in the evening before returning to Ningda.

Jiang Yao, who insisted on self-study for three hours every night, also returned to the dormitory half an hour in advance, opened the assembled desktop computer that he had just bought a few days ago, and went to the battle network with Han Lei, Jiang Zhiwen, and Zhou Huiqiang, playing Dota, and there were obvious signs of being taken down.

Zhang Zhiqiang, who claimed to be an online author, also fiddled with his laptop, looking focused, Yang Chen pushed the door and walked into the dormitory behind him, he didn't realize it, it turned out that this product was using more than ten vests, in the book review area of I don't know which literary website, scolding an author who wrote officialdom essays, and scolded heartily.

"Tang Sanshao? Do you have a grudge against him? ”

Yang Chen spoke coldly, which frightened Zhang Zhiqiang, turned back in a panic, and then scratched his unkempt hair, and laughed embarrassedly: "No, no hatred, I can't get used to him writing such a bad novel, insulting the online literature I love, and poisoning the majority of teenagers." ”

Yang Chen smiled and asked again, "He's very hot?" ”

"He wrote an urban pretending essay, he wrote it early, luckily, it was popular, I want to write three or five years earlier, maybe more popular than him." Zhang Zhiqiang pouted disapprovingly, probably afraid that Yang Chen would think he was bragging and underestimating him, so he hurriedly added: "I am good at writing fantasy cultivation, there are too many authors who write about this subject, it is too difficult to come out at once, at least write two or three books to produce results." ”

"Oh" Yang Chen smiled and nodded, a trace of disappointment flashed in the depths of his eyes that Zhang Zhiqiang was not aware of, Yang Chen originally thought that Zhang Zhiqiang had been repeated, and his parents went to the south to work and make money by physical strength, the family was very difficult, he was also from the grassroots, he knew that it was not easy to be grassroots, and he wanted to pull this new roommate.

Unfortunately, there must be something sad about the poor.

Every successful person has his own merits, Zhang Zhiqiang can't even understand this or doesn't want to admit it, Yang Chen feels that this new roommate is currently hopeless.

Writing fantasy cultivation is really a series of scolding the author of urban novels for exaggerating and falsely, and even Yang Chen, who doesn't know much about online literature, feels ridiculous.

"Boss, hurry up and turn on the computer, you're not here, we've been abused nine times out of ten." Han Lei, who had been abused continuously tonight, saw the savior and called out to Yang Chen, a powerful and perverted game master.

"I'm not interested today, you guys play, I'll wash up."

Yang Chen smiled lazily, turned around and walked into the bathroom, the dormitory landline phone was hung on the wall at the entrance of the bathroom, and he was rinsing his mouth, when the landline suddenly rang, this guy spit out toothpaste foam, came out to pick up the phone, and the vicissitudes of life and tired voice on the other end of the phone claimed to be Zhang Zhiqiang's father.

"Zhiqiang, your dad's phone."

Yang Chen called Zhang Zhiqiang, returned to the bathroom to continue washing, only to hear Zhang Zhiqiang lower his voice and complain that his father's phone call was not at the right time, which affected his postgraduate examination, and finally asked his father to remit 3,000 yuan tomorrow morning, so as not to affect him to apply for the postgraduate entrance examination class.

Graduate students who have already repeated the bird exam.

Yang Chen in the bathroom frowned with hatred, suppressed the urge to scold Zhang Zhiqiang, covered his head and washed his face, he couldn't understand it himself, no matter how much others said, it was useless.

After Yang Chen finished washing, he walked out of the bathroom, laughed with his roommates as usual, and completed two sets of push-ups and weight-bearing squats, and climbed into bed to sleep.

Zhang Zhiqiang's bed was facing Yang Chen's bed, and under the bed, Writer Zhang, who was fiddling with the computer, secretly glanced at Yang Chen, not knowing why he was inexplicably weak and unconfident every time he faced the boss of 301.

I can't think of why, Zhang Zhiqiang still does his own thing, in reality, he seems to be harmless to humans and animals, he is very fierce on the Internet, he turned to several post bars, and after scolding many opponents, he opened a website called "Dragon's Sky" with a great sense of achievement, rummaged through various online literature circle gossip, and finally entered the website push area.

Seeing that yesterday's post he used his vest to promote his own book was full of sharp and vicious comments from poisonous snakes, his fighting spirit was high again, he logged in to more than ten vest accounts, took turns to refute, and by the way, he left dozens of posts praising his book, closed the webpage with satisfaction, opened the word document, and prepared to create.

It was early in the morning, and the others in 301 went to bed in the morning, snoring profusely.

And Zhang Zhiqiang, who was in a daze, forced his spirit to write, and the beautiful name of quiet night can give inspiration to writers.

Yang Chen's biological clock is almost accurate to the minute, he wakes up naturally, subconsciously looks at the watch, almost the same point every day, this guy rubs his eyes and sits up, under the bed diagonally opposite, Zhang Zhiqiang crawls on the computer desk and sleeps soundly, it seems that he has stayed up all night.

"Zhiqiang, go to bed, sleep on your stomach like this, do it often, you may fall into trouble in the future, your body is the capital of your creation." Yang Chen woke up Zhang Zhiqiang, and joked by the way, the big writer was sleepy-eyed, and when he saw a puddle of hajs on the computer desk, he was busy wiping the corners of his mouth in embarrassment.

"It's really early, you're busy, I'm going to sleep." Zhang Zhiqiang yawned and finished speaking, climbed into bed and fell asleep, continuing the upside-down law of life day and night.

This is the life of a writer?

Yang Chen shook his head helplessly, he didn't understand the world of writers, and he was not interested in understanding it, he was too lazy to worry about it, he washed up step by step, exercised early, and had breakfast, and the student cafeteria was full of freshmen wearing camouflage military training uniforms, and the excitement of being admitted to the university had obviously not disappeared from their faces, and they were all full of vitality, not like the old life and death.

The old students feel that the new students are immature and immature.

In short, they can't get used to each other, Yang Chen, who eats tofu brain fritters, does not despise the new students with a high-minded attitude of old students, people, they are all moving from immaturity to maturity, transforming little by little, except for the demons who come out of nowhere, who is not much stronger than whom, and those who feel that they are bullish forks either underestimate others or overestimate themselves.

At this moment, Yang Chen didn't know that in the eyes of all those who knew him, he was undoubtedly the demon who came out of nowhere, after eating breakfast alone, he walked out of the cafeteria with the freshmen in camouflage uniforms, the little boys took the initiative to avoid him, and the little girls looked at him frequently.

The man of the cow fork is the same as the beautiful woman.

No matter where you go, you are the focus of ordinary people's attention.

At the foot of more than a dozen steps in front of the cafeteria, a silver-gray Rolls-Royce Phantom sedan was parked, which attracted many students to look sideways, or point fingers, or secretly take pictures with their mobile phones.

Yang Chen glanced at the Rolls-Royce sedan and wanted to walk around, but he wanted a capable man in the passenger seat to block his way.

"My boss wants to talk to you." The inch-headed macho man said indifferently.

Yang Chen frowned, thinking that something was going to happen, and many students who poured out of the cafeteria stopped one after another, thinking that something special was going on.