This also gave Huang Chong a lot of encouragement, he sped up, moved his fingers together, and lines of words appeared in the document, in this terrifying environment of great pressure, he found that his writing was actually much more exquisite than before.

Laughing at himself, Huang Chong's speed increased again.

The heartbeat was pounding, the urge to urinate gradually disappeared a lot, and Huang Chong's eyes only had the countdown and the counting statistics of the document.

500 words...... There are 23 minutes left......

1,000 words...... There are 18 minutes left......

2,000 words...... There are 9 minutes left......

2,500 words...... There are 4 minutes and 30 seconds left......

3,000 words...... There are 18 seconds left......

At this time, the person next to him breathed a long sigh of relief, and a slightly relaxed voice came: "It's finally done!" ”

Then, the young man with a somewhat silly face smiled at Huang Chong and asked with a little concern, "Brother, how are you?" ”

"I'm done." He smiled back, and leaned back in his chair, only to find that his back was already soaked.

"Papapa......" A burst of applause suddenly sounded, and then the voice sounded again: "Not bad, yes, it's actually done, then the next game will be more difficult, if you can't do it...... You're still going to die~"

There was a hint of playfulness in his voice this time, and this sense of disregard for human life made Huang Chong's heart fall into an ice cellar.

At this time, all his previous words were cleared in an instant, the cursor flashed again, and a line of words appeared one by one on a blank document: within an hour, according to your previous plot, continue to write 10,000 words.

"10,000 words, come on!"

"I can't do it! Can you really kill me? The young man next to him collapsed, raised his head and shouted at a certain being who didn't know where he was, and Huang Chong also pricked up his ears.

"Hehe~ You can try it." After this, the voice was gone, and Ren Huang Chong and the young man did not respond to how he provoked him.

At the same time, the countdown reappears, no longer blood red but back to black, 59:59.

Immediately afterward, the interval between minutes and seconds gradually deformed, and finally slowly formed a blood-dripping eye, as if the demonic eye was watching them.

The eyeball actually moved, as if someone was watching them through this eyeball. This made Huang Chong feel that he was being stared at by a demon, and his heart seemed to be choked, and his hair was tense and swollen.

With the experience he had just had, he no longer hesitated and immediately put his hand on the keyboard again.

It was true that I only wrote 3,000 words, but it only took half an hour.

He broke through his previous hand speed and reached six thousand in one hour!

But now, even though it was a full hour, it was 10,000 words to write.

What can I do? With 10,000 words in an hour, Huang Chong's heart was weak for a while, especially bottomless.

The only thing that made Huang Chong a little comforting was that after half an hour of killing just now, the plot in his mind had been completely strung together.

And I have to say that in this environment, the code word makes him adrenaline surge, and there is a faint sense of stimulation, which is more exciting than the excitement brought by having fun in the bar and indulging in fine wine and beauty.

There was a long-lost spark in his eyes, and there was even a hint of excitement on his face, and he knew that if he let the young man next to him see him now, he would call him insane.

But Huang Chong was still uncontrollably excited.

His fingers tapped quickly on the keyboard, and concise words appeared on the document, forming exquisite sentences, synthesizing into tense and exciting paragraphs, and then converging into articles that could control people's emotions.

Huang Chong knew that as long as he had the life to go out from here, he would definitely be able to break through the past and reach a higher realm after he returned.

He should have reached this level years ago.

However, money blinded him and lost his heart. The realm of writing has not progressed an inch, but the waist and kidneys are becoming weaker and weaker.

The young man next to him was also obviously faster than before, Huang Chong had no time to look at him, only focused on his own words, although the young man's hand speed increased again and again, and it was obvious that there was a breakthrough.

Even if there is a breakthrough, the difficult task of 10,000 words per hour is still an insurmountable mountain, and Huang Chong only coded 6,000 words in an hour when he was the fastest, and that was ten years before he was in excellent condition and his inspiration exploded, when he first came into contact with online literature.

Writing 3,000 words in just half an hour is already the peak speed of his life.

Now he is thirty years old, his physical condition is declining rapidly, and he has not been able to code well for a long time.

With his extreme movements, the oxygen in his body is consumed extremely quickly.

There was no time to replenish oxygen, a large amount of lactic acid accumulated, Huang Chong's fingers gradually began to be sour and stiff, and then his whole person also had a feeling of soreness similar to that of his fingers.

Because I was too nervous, my fingers, which hadn't moved much for a long time, became slower and slower after a short period of high-intensity outburst.

Huang Chong glanced at the time, the bloody eyeball in the bloody eye was still slowly turning, and when Huang Chong looked over, it actually blinked, like a living thing, which made Huang Chong's heart flutter.

Damn, what the hell is this?

There are 42 minutes left, and he has only written 2,300 words, which is a long way from meeting the target!

Under the gaze and stimulation of his eyes, Huang Chong's already slower typing speed actually became faster again, and by the time half an hour had passed, he had already finished writing 4,800 words.

There were still 5,200 words left, and Huang Chong quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and it seemed that it could be completed.

Then he quietly glanced at the young man next to him, although his fingers were typing quickly, the expression on his face was stiff and frightened, and the cold sweat oozing from his forehead also reflected a faint white light under the illumination of the screen.

He's not slow, so he should be able to pass the level.

After giving him a prayer in his heart, Huang Chong didn't have time to look more, turned his head and continued to code his words, and when he wrote 9800 words, he heard the young man next to him exhale and said softly: "Finally finished writing." ”

As soon as he saw the time, there were still five minutes left, and he couldn't help but speed up again, and wrote the last two hundred words in one minute.

"Whew." He breathed a sigh of relief, and collapsed in his chair as his brain could pick up the strike signals from his numb fingers, sore arms and shoulders.

Only then did he feel that he didn't want to move his tired fingers.

The young man slumped in his chair and gasped for breath, as if he had unloaded his burden, and then he gave a tired smile, and then groped around with his body, and actually took out a small 300ml bottle of Coke from his trouser pocket!