Chen Ping didn't know when he fell asleep, when he woke up, it was already more than ten o'clock in the morning, after a quick wash, he turned on the computer and heard a knock on the door.

Opening the door, Huang Qian looked at Chen Ping with a smile, shaking a few pages of manuscript paper in her hand, Chen Ping knew that she was coming to use the computer. Sideways to let Huang Qian in, pointed to the open computer, and did not speak. The two just met yesterday, but today it seems that they have a tacit understanding.

Huang Qian didn't have the shyness of yesterday, naturally sat on Chen Ping's warm bed, spread the manuscript paper next to the keyboard, and then began to slowly tap the keyboard with both hands.

After washing, Chen Ping felt a sense of hunger in his stomach, and told Huang Qian to let her be busy here and go out to eat something by herself, seeing Huang Qian nodding slightly, Chen Ping walked out.

Walking on the road, Chen Ping's mind kept churning, and the memories of his previous life appeared like a spring.

The online literature industry in 04 can only be regarded as a baby, and it has just gained vitality. At this time, the online literature industry was occupied by Western fantasy-themed novels, even now with "Raptors Crossing the River", the heyday of online games has not yet arrived, what oriental fantasy, what rebirth crossing, what bloody military, what peak competition is utopian.

If you really want to step into the online literature world, which book should you choose as your debut novel? That's a problem. Online games follow suit? There are already Raptors crossing the river, although there were many online game masterpieces in the previous life, but at this time, I am afraid it will be difficult to compete with the Raptors across the river.

At this time, Xianxia novels already have "Ethereal Journey" and "Zhu Xian", these two books can be called strange books in the online literature industry, and the quality is naturally needless to say, but unfortunately, neither book was released at the starting point. Moreover, under the general trend, the future of Xianxia novels can be described as dark.

Walking and thinking, unconsciously, I had arrived at Chen Ping's place to eat. It's a small restaurant, but it has delicious home-cooked food, and if it had been in a previous life, it would have had an elegant name - private cuisine.

Opposite the small restaurant is a video store, and there is a pair of slightly worn stereos at the door, and the loud music seems to pull customers in, but the store is full of people.

Chen Ping ordered a side dish he liked, asked for a bowl of rice, and waited for it to be served. At this time, there was a sudden burst of singing from the stereo opposite.

You and I are mortals, and we are mortal beings

Running around all day long, there is no time to be idle

Since he is not an immortal, he will inevitably have distracting thoughts

Morality is placed in the middle of the sharp words on both sides

How many men are angry

How many birds of the same forest have been composed of delphinium

Life is so short, why bother with bitter love

The lover is gone, who to cry out to injustice

This is Li Zongsheng's "Mortal Song", Chen Ping in his previous life liked this song very much, and he always liked to come to the last song before going to bed when he completed the task. At this time, when I heard this song again, I had a different feeling in my mind, and I fell into contemplation with the song. waited until the song was finished, and the meal came up before Chen Ping was woken up by the proprietress .

Looking at the food on the table, and then looking at the smile on the face of the proprietress, her life may not be as rich as that of others, but it is this ordinary and ordinary life that has a good life.

Looking at the pedestrians outside, some are smiling, some are distressed, some are confused, and they are all mortals.

Is mortal life just ordinary?

A name suddenly appeared in Chen Ping's mind, and then his thoughts extended along with this name, and gradually, a smile appeared on Chen Ping's face, perhaps, the life of a mortal should be more exciting.

After figuring it out, Chen Ping began to fight with the food on the table, and after solving the meal and paying the money, Chen Ping walked back slowly, this time, the pedestrians on the street seemed to have changed.

Back at the residence, Huang Qian was still busy typing on the keyboard, Chen Ping walked to her side, couldn't help but smile, her typing speed was too slow, at this time she had just typed a page of manuscript paper, looking at the remaining manuscript paper There were still three or four pages, with her speed I am afraid that it will be afternoon.

Hearing Chen Ping's laughter, Huang Qian also knew that he was laughing, and his little face turned red again, and he said, "I'm a little slow to type." ”

"If you don't mind, I'll do it."

Huang Qian did not refuse Chen Ping's kindness, and got up to get out of the way. Chen Ping glanced at the manuscript paper, this chick's handwriting is very delicate, and there is no place to smear and modify the manuscript paper, obviously this is not the first draft, it seems that this chick has worked hard. casually picked up the manuscript paper and handed it to Huang Qian, looking at the puzzlement on Huang Qian's face, he said unhurriedly: "I look at it myself and play too slowly, you read, I play." ”

Huang Qian had disbelief on her face and said, "Is this okay?" ”

"It should be possible, let's get started."

Although Huang Qian knew that Chen Ping was engaged in network work, she still had some doubts about Chen Ping's hand speed, but since Chen Ping said this, she was embarrassed to say it directly, so she could only slow down her speech as much as possible. When she saw Chen Ping's ten fingers flying and tapping back and forth like a smart bird, she felt unconvinced in her heart. Unconsciously he sped up the speed of his speech, slowly, and again faster.

There was only Huang Qian's standard Mandarin and the sound of rapid keystrokes in the room, and just half an hour later, the sound in the room disappeared instantly.

Huang Qian looked at Chen Ping with an incredible expression on her face, but Chen Ping stood up with a calm face and asked Huang Qian to check for any typos.

Huang Qian held back the curiosity in her heart, and sat down to check honestly, and when she spent ten minutes checking it, the shock on her face was even more exaggerated.

"How did you do that?"

How? If Chen Ping told her that she had to type on the computer for ten hours a day in her previous life, if Chen Ping told her that the number of words she typed out every day decided whether she would eat instant noodles or rice, if Chen Ping told her that if she didn't stick to the code words, her parents who were far away from home would be starved of food. For these, Chen Ping thinks that it is good for a person to know, and there is no need to win the sympathy of others with his miserable life, men know their own suffering, don't they?

"Without him, only the hand is familiar!"

Chen Ping's understated answer was exchanged for Huang Qian's more exaggerated expression.

"I also took computer classes when I was in school, and our teacher said that there are some people who can do more than 100 words a minute, but your speed is really ......"

Huang Qian didn't feel that she had written a lot of words when she wrote, and she didn't feel much when she just sat down to type, but her speed made her frightened of this report, and she couldn't imagine whether her fingers could move normally when she finished typing.

When she saw Chen Ping's hand speed, she found that the teacher was also a frog at the bottom of the well. Is it a hundred words a minute? When I checked the typos just now, I took the opportunity to calculate the numbers, and there were more than 5,000 words. Except for the less than 800 words he typed, the remaining 4,000 words were completed by Chen Ping in half an hour. Wouldn't his hand speed reach 9,000 words per hour?

The adoration on Huang Qian's face made Chen Ping a little uncomfortable, it was the first time he was looked at like this by a girl, and it was a good-looking girl, and he suddenly felt a kind of cat's claw itching in his heart.

Huang Qian looked at Chen Ping, but Chen Ping looked at the computer screen, neither of them spoke, and the room was very quiet.

"Xiaoqian, it's time to eat."

Huang Guangliang suddenly shouted from the back of the house, Huang Qian's body shook slightly, and then quickly turned her head to look at the computer screen, hurriedly saved the haode text, and then logged in to the mailbox and sent the document out. Only then did he get up, expressed his gratitude to Chen Ping, and wanted to invite Chen Ping to his house for dinner, but thinking that Chen Ping had just come back from dinner, he suddenly felt that he had nothing to say, and he was still a little embarrassed in his heart, and ran out of Chen Ping's hut quickly.

Chen Ping looked at Huang Qian's back, smiled, and then sat down again.

Sign up for an account at the starting point and give yourself a name - mortal.

When applying for the author, he found that he needed to submit a first draft of a chapter of no less than 2,000 words, and Chen Ping laughed at himself, how could he have coded 2,000 or 20 million in his previous life.

After sorting out his thoughts, thinking carefully about the masterpiece he typed by himself in his previous life, countless black words burst out in his mind, composing a picture of the scene.

The picture began to be very blurry, but gradually became clear, Chen Ping seemed to be stunned, his hands danced rapidly, and the white document was soon covered with lines of black text.

An hour......

Two hours......

……

By the time Chen Ping came out of the picture, the sun had already set in the west, and the house had become dark. Looking at the full documents, Chen Ping hooked the corners of his mouth, clicked on the toolbar casually, and calculated the numbers, there were 40,000 words. Chen Ping was taken aback, could it be that his hand speed has become faster again?

After thinking about it carefully, I realized that my code words were plagiarized from others before, and I naturally needed to read the original work from time to time at that time, and now I am completely according to my own thoughts and code words, and what appears in my brain, my hand will follow the tapping, and the speed will naturally improve. After thinking about it, Chen Ping nodded proudly, it seems that he is going to become the number one fast gunner in history.

According to the requirements of the website, Chen Ping sent 2,000 words for review.

……

Huang Qian went back to school after lunch, and Chen Ping's life once again returned to the previous kind of unattended, ordinary and lonely.

The next day, Chen Ping opened the starting point again and found a message in the mailbox, and when he opened it, he saw that his author's column had been successfully applied for, and now he could officially establish his new book.

Opening the author's background, Chen Ping found the new work according to the prompts of the website.

After clicking on it, I found that the new work was not as simple as I imagined. When creating a new work, you need to name your work, determine the subject matter, need some introductions, and upload the article again for review.

Chen Ping's brows furrowed slightly, a little complicated, but he still patiently filled in the things that needed to be filled in as required. When filling in the title of the work, Chen Ping hesitated for a moment, and then his eyes became firm, and he struck out two words fiercely-immortal rebellion.