"Fan Fan is really amazing. Early the next morning, an elderly couple, sitting in a park near the gymnasium, exclaimed with a newspaper in hand.

In this "Huaxia Youth Daily", which is known as the favorite of Chinese youth, Yang Fan is undoubtedly on the front page.

He has been praised by well-known commentators in the newspaper in all kinds of ways, such as the hope of the new literary world, the model of online writers, and the only positive online writer in China.

These words of praise made the old couple very excited, because they finally saw the day when their son became a good man.

However, in Yang Fan's place, these words of praise made him frown. Although these words seem good, they have the meaning of killing him.

However, for the current Yang Fan, it is meaningless to kill him, because he is confident that he will rely on the system and his own strength, and go further and further in the online literature world and this world.

However, he wondered who was killing him.

When Yang Fan was wondering who was targeting him, in the Longteng lounge, the editor looked at the Getaway who was still in a trough and other writers, and he was silent for a long time.

The nigga editor has been an editor for so long, and he knows very well that his website has little chance of winning today, after all, anyone who sees Yang Fan's perverted codeword speed yesterday will be discouraged.

However, he also knew that he could not and could not say such polite words as if he did his best and lost if he lost.

He's got to get them up and make a comeback today.

However, how to restore their passion is a difficult problem.

At this time, the really wanted Yang Fan to make a simple and rude provocation to them like they did yesterday. However, he knew that Yang Fan would definitely not take the initiative to provoke. Instead, he will work harder today to expand his advantage.

This despair made him unable to say anything comforting or encouraging as he looked at the newly formed team.

But it was also despair that made him think of "Looking Up at the Stars" from Yang Fan, and from "Looking Up at the Stars", he thought of a person who might help him.

That man is the Son of Heaven.

The vaguely remembered that the Son of Heaven had been in charge of Yang Fan for a period of time, according to the impression that the Son of Heaven had in his heart before, the Son of Heaven should be a responsible and serious editor, and he must have helped Yang Fan during that time.

Because of this initial impression, the picked up his mobile phone and dialed the mobile phone number of the Son of Heaven, who had not been contacted for a long time, with great hope.

However, what the didn't know was that the conscientious and responsible editor had already been lost in the materialistic society, and the irresponsible behavior of the Son of Heaven had already made him one of the most hated people in Yang Fan's heart.

At this time, the Son of Heaven is training a new batch of potential writers in the Beginning Network Building.

The defeat of the previous start network did not affect his status in the slightest, but made him rise to the top and became the first person under the editor-in-chief and deputy editor-in-chief.

He looked at the familiar number on his phone comfortably, he hesitated for a moment, and answered the call that he hadn't contacted for a long time.

He listened to the's plea on the phone, a smile slowly appeared on his face, he agreed to the's plea to Yang Fan to release water in today's game, and also accepted the apology for the's irrational behavior in the xx network before.

Tianzi, who hung up the phone, put away his smile and sneered.

He slowly looked at QQ on the computer, looking at the deleted and blocked record.

He silently copied this QQ number, typed a line vigorously in the friend application column, and clicked send.

Then, he sat down in a chair and talked with the nearby editor with a smile and a smile about the recent potential rookie writers.

Today's game is about to begin.

After the finally said the hypocritical words that you tried your best to write, he began to look forward to the results of the communication between the Son of Heaven and Yang Fan.

When the players on both sides came to the stage, Yang Fan had a gloomy face and looked at the writer opposite, he didn't say anything, just returned to his position.

The race has finally begun.

In the first hour, Yang Fan coded 5,000 words.

Looking at Yang Fan's code word speed, the was secretly happy in his heart, because he felt that Yang Fan would release the water today, so that his website writer could win today.

However, it was clear that he was overthinking.

Yang Fan maintained the speed of the code word, not to let the Longteng writers win, but to completely defeat the confidence of the Longteng writers, so that they really felt despair.

In the second hour of the game, Yang Fan's code word speed dropped to 4,000 words, while the average code word speed of Longteng writers was about 6,000 words per hour.

In the last hour of the morning game, Yang Fan only coded 2,000 words.

Throughout the morning, he was once again pulled apart by the Longteng writer.

During the lunch break at noon, the looked at them excitedly, cheered them on, and told them that Yang Fan had been unable to maintain the usual update speed because of the high-intensity codewords yesterday, and the told them that as long as they could give full play to their usual strength, they would definitely win today.

Under the encouragement of the and Yang Fan's poor performance in the morning, the writers, including Getaway, felt hope.

Seeing their distracted gaze, the kept thanking the Son of Heaven in his heart, and at the same time wondered what method the Son of Heaven used to make Yang Fan compromise in today's game.

With this doubt in mind, the afternoon game began.

Yang Fan looked at the other party's rekindled fighting spirit, and he lowered his head with a sneer.

In the afternoon, the game began, and the looked at Yang Fan's unhurried appearance, but he was a little embarrassed in his heart. Soon, however, this feeling of embarrassment and guilt turned into a shocking one that made people desperate.

In the first hour of the afternoon competition, Yang Fan put on codeword gloves and easily wrote 12,000 words in this hour.

Subsequently, for the next two hours, Yang Fan maintained this speed, reproducing yesterday's phantom codeword speed.

This contrast with the speed in the morning made many uninformed ordinary viewers addicted.

At the same time, this contrast also makes many workers in the online literature industry jealous, because they feel that Yang Fan is using this behavior of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger to grab attention.

And this contrast made Longteng.com and the editors shudder, because they felt that Yang Fan was just playing a game of cat and mouse.

Today's game, without any suspense, has become Yang Fan's performance show again, and at the same time, it also announced that Yang Fan's xx network has won the most valuable point.

At the end of the game, the host interviewed Yang Fan and asked him why he maintained an ordinary codeword speed in the morning and showed an extraordinary codeword speed in the afternoon.

This time, Yang Fan didn't make any big senses, but looked at the camera and said a word to the national audience and those Longteng writers who lost confidence and hope.

That sentence is:

"Someone entrusted me to teach you what an online writer is!"