The second day of the competition between Lewen Chinese and Tianteng ended with the huge advantage of Lewen Chinese writers in the early stage and finally narrowly defeated Tianteng.

Although this ending seems to be beneficial to Lewen Chinese. But discerning people understand that if there is no miracle tomorrow on Lewen Chinese, then the winner must be Tianteng.com.

On the last day of the first round, Editor Bear stayed up all night, his tiny eyes bloodshot.

He thought about it all night, but he still couldn't find a way to defeat the.

After all, he still lives in the shadow of a.

He watched desperately as the clock hand on the wall slowly pointed to the start of the third day, and he did not have the courage to step up to the stage and face the enemy.

Qingfeng looked disappointed at the seat vacated by the guide editor, he sighed and led the team to their computer.

Seeing the appearance of the Lewen Chinese writer led by Qingfeng, the entire audience booed.

Last night, an anonymous staff member who claimed to be Lewen Chinese tore out the real purpose of the writers who cried yesterday.

This debunked purpose and despicability in the veil of dreams made all the viewers angry.

It also affects the Qingfeng grades and emotions that have been writing well.

Qingfeng sat down in front of the computer with the detached teammates, and he glanced at the few lying writers from yesterday, most of whom had lowered their heads as if in repentance.

However, as for whether he really repented or remade plans for the future. This kind of thinking is known only to them.

The game started on time.

The six writers of Tianteng.com are like tigers descending from the mountain, and with the support of those readers who are disgusted with Lewen Chinese, they opened a desperate gap in just half an hour of the opening performance.

Most of the writers of Lewen Chinese Network are cursing and editing and updating at will.

Most of them have given up, and as professional writers, they deeply understand that they have lost people and have no hope of turning the tables around.

They slowed down the speed of the code words and whispered in the competition hall.

Looking at the writers of Lewen Chinese Network talking and laughing from the big screen, the audience in the venue became more and more angry.

Not only the audience was angry, but the literary critics, who were referees and commentators, were even more angry.

In their eyes, the profession of a writer is similar to that of a writer, and they should have pride and courage in desperate situations.

However, they forget that it is the norm to give up the profession of writer, and the so-called arrogance and courage can only be called stupidity in this material society.

In everyone's disappointed eyes, the picture on the big screen suddenly switched from those writers who were talking and laughing and giving up on themselves to another writer's picture.

This picture of the writer shocked everyone.

That writer is Qingfeng.

When his teammates and the website were in a desperate situation, he bravely stood up.

On the big screen, he was still the same as two days ago, desperately coding.

And the speed of his code words surpassed the previous two days, reaching an unimaginable speed.

If you just look at this speed, it may not have reached the level where the audience and the narrator feel shocked.

The picture they were shocked by was because they saw the fingers of Qingfeng Codeword.

As a professional ascetic writer, Qingfeng's fingers are well maintained, and his fingers are also very beautiful, just looking at the length of his fingers is like a pair of pianist's hands.

But the beautiful fingers were ruined by the thick calluses that had grown from long-term diligent writing.

And in the past few days, the intense writing has gradually caused a small distortion between these ten beautiful fingers.

High-intensity writing actually hurts your fingers, especially at a speed that is twice as fast as the previous codewords.

Qingfeng's fingers bore more intense pain than ever.

This pain made him sweat in the air-conditioned room, and he could clearly hear the sound of bones clashing every time his ten fingers tapped the keyboard.

"Since Yang Fan can win the championship in the last competition by himself, then I can too. Qingfeng didn't notice that the camera was facing him, and he desperately hinted at himself to cheer himself up.

Qingfeng's persistence, as well as his close-up fingers that have been twisted due to high-intensity code words, have left an indelible image on the audience and writers present.

Especially when his teammates give up, his courage is as respectable as a single-handed warrior who breaks into the enemy line.

Slowly, the viewers who were originally disgusted with Lewen Chinese stopped booing because of this close-up.

They watched Qingfeng's performance nervously and distressedly, expecting a miracle.

However, a person's strength is always small, Qingfeng is not Yang Fan, he does not have a strong system to rely on, he only relies on his own efforts and innate talent to try to turn the tide.

And his teammates, looking at Qingfeng so desperately, were not infected at all, but laughed at him for doing useless work.

In the audience, there were many writers, they looked at Qingfeng's teammates who didn't know how to work hard, and looked at the scores that were getting bigger and bigger, and most of them clenched their fists in silence.

Among these writers, there are many writers who can have the potential to win the championship in this game, and they all look at this game indifferently, watching Qingfeng last heroically in this game.

"Is hard work useful for writers, and can hard work definitely create miracles?" In the camp of writers on Tianteng.com, Xiaoyao looked at Qingfeng's cute appearance of hard work, and asked with a smile to the teammate next to him who was also a gunman.

The teammate also showed a sarcastic smile when he looked at Qingfeng's hard work, and shook his head to prove that the so-called effort was just a sad and crying "joke" under a huge disadvantage.

As they laughed loudly, an unknown writer suddenly stood up in the audience, and the unknown writer clenched his fists, shouting that Qingfeng insisted on not giving up, the game was not over, and he still had hope.

His childish shouting behavior, which he thinks is handsome, makes those writers who have long been baptized by the big dye vat of society feel ridiculous.

Only a small number of viewers catered to the writer's words, and the vast majority of the audience were just fools who were looking forward to the second shout with great interest.

As a result, they waited a long time. Didn't wait for the second fool either.

Although the audience was shocked by Qingfeng's efforts, there are only kings and defeated generals in the online literature industry, no matter how hard the losers work, losing is losing, and they don't deserve anyone's sympathy!

Yang Fan, as a bystander, watched all this coldly, if he followed his previous temperament, maybe he would also follow the writer to cheer for Qingfeng, but now he understands very well that what Qingfeng needs is not this kind of fake empty shouting, he understands what he should do now.

He stood up silently and walked towards the exit of the game.

Tian Tian, who was sitting next to him, watched Yang Fan leave, and asked a little curiously, "Don't you see the final ending?" As far as I know, Qingfeng should also be your friend. ”

"It's because he's my friend that I don't want to see the real end. ”