It's close to 12 o'clock, and in this unusual school where the power and internet are cut off at 11 o'clock, in the dim dormitory, a handsome teenager is sitting at the desk and tapping the keyboard in his hand.

The sound of the brother turning over came from the upper bunk, and the teenager couldn't help but lighten the strength of the keyboard, he knew that the roommate hadn't slept yet, and the sound of his own tapping on the keyboard had made a noise to the other party, but the buddy was considerate of him, so he wouldn't complain, he didn't want to make a noise to the brother, but he couldn't put away the keyboard, because the laptop was easily knocked out, and it could only be replaced by a mechanical keyboard.

In the eyes of his friends, he is an online writer, a different profession, in the eyes of others, it is undoubtedly happy to be able to write his favorite stories to survive, but behind the seemingly interesting work, there is also a huge pressure.

The boy knew that he couldn't keep going, that 600 yuan a month of full attendance was far from being enough to support himself, and that he was unwilling to give up this interesting job if he could, but he also knew very well that 600 yuan was far from enough to support himself.

Put survival and dreams on the scales, the latter seems so insignificant, he will have parents to be filial to in the future, and he doesn't want to be a single dog, he has had enough of more than 20 years of single dog life.

The boy's face was confused and lost in thought.

For the first time, he had a story he wanted to write.

I also got a lot of readers who liked their own words.

The two joys overlap each other, and this double joy brings more and more joy.

It should have been a dreamy happy time.

Why, however, did it turn out to be like this?

"Whew-"

He let out a long sigh of relief and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

Today's 4000 words are finally completed, and I have kept my full attendance for this month, and I still have heavy schoolwork tomorrow, so I have to go to bed early.

He turned off his notebook, crept to the toilet, turned on the light and faced three or four unscrupulous cockroaches on the ground, he didn't bother to do anything, just washed his face.

Looking at his decadent self in the mirror, he lowered his head.

"It's me, it's me who writes, as long as you want! I'll write it all...... Whether it's a routine, or a complaint, it's still a constant explosion! I'll write it to you!

But why are you so skilled? How many times have you seen piracy!? How many years do you want me to eat before I am willing!? The boy roared in pain.

Outside, a roommate finally complained, and he looked at his distorted expression in the mirror and calmed down.

I can't do this myself, and there are readers who silently support me, even if I eat soil, I can't live up to them.

Dragging his tired body, he climbed into bed, his mind echoed with the terrible uniformity, imagining the terrifying future, he closed his eyes, every time he closed his eyes, his mind came to his future self in a room crawling with cockroaches, with red eyes, fingers tapping on the keyboard, crying while writing his favorite stories, in reality the blame of parents and the ridicule of friends, and opening the book review area is full of trolls' dissatisfaction with the story!

Every time he thinks of this scene, the teenager has to give up his dream.

But in his imagination, he once again saw the familiar comment in the book review area - "It's pretty good-looking, the author is very good!" ”

Enough is enough.

It is enough to see this sentence.

Although he spent more and more time looking for this comment in his imagination, maybe he would not find it tomorrow, but at least he knew now that he could continue to write it tomorrow.

The teenager knew that he only had a year to go, and that in a year he would graduate and might be standing in the talent market like everyone else, and now, with that refueling, the teenager could give his readers all the free time of this last year.

"I, I...... I'm not a TJ dog! There is nothing to do, and the code words are not stopped. ”

The young man who slowly fell into a nightmare muttered this sentence, and a touch of determination appeared on his face, and he was already handsome, and he looked even more handsome.

In a few hours, dawn will come, and the battle of the teenagers ...... It never stops.

["Xiao Qi, do you think you can become a great god? ”

"Yes...... Probably, even though I'm trash, I can still sell character. ”

"What if you only have to take full attendance all the time? Let's go back to the shore and find a job. ”

"No, code farmers are born to only know how to move forward." ——From the street writer: Sakura Seven Petals]

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