For Yang Fan, who is an otaku, this is the first time he has gone to the big city of SH City, although he still feels melancholy because he has drawn realistic themes. But it was soon diluted by the scenery outside the window of the high-speed rail and the yearning for the big city.

Originally, Yang Fan thought that he had become a symbol on major video websites, and he would be pulled by countless fans to take photos on the high-speed rail.

As a result, after waiting for the high-speed train, he found out that all this was just too much for him.

On this high-speed train to SH City, there are no beauties, no fans, just ordinary people who look very busy with their heads down and holding their mobile phones.

There are no bloody scenes, and there are no scenes that make people feel passionate, just lifeless calm.

Yang Fan felt calm and boring, so he picked up a book from his schoolbag and put it on the table.

The book was called Jane Eyre, and it was a farewell gift from Mencius to him.

Yang Fan touched the cover made of frosted with a good feel, and thought of the beautiful woman who saw off at the high-speed rail station, and couldn't help but show a happy and sweet smile on his face.

"That smirking person, isn't it Yang Fan from xx.com?" At the opposite corner, two young people looked at Yang Fan and whispered.

"I don't think he has any special skills, looking at his silly smile, I really don't understand why Deputy Editor-in-Chief Wang Jingya wants us to pay attention to him. A fat man from one of the two young men said disdainfully.

"I don't know, but I've read his "Looking Up at the Stars", and I feel that this book is placed on our Lewen Chinese website, which can only be regarded as a second-rate level. Another lean young man said earnestly.

These two people are the representatives of Lewen.com. One is called Qingfeng, and the other is called Boiling Rain. Both of them are geniuses in the online literature industry, and in the list of online newcomers, Qingfeng ranks second, and Boiling Rain ranks eleventh.

"Anyway, we're bored to tease him, a little writer?" The fat man boiled Yu looked at Yang Fan's increasingly silly smile, and showed a playful smile.

"What's funny?" Qingfeng looked at Boiling Yu with a puzzled expression.

"Look at me!" said Boiling Yu, picked up a cup of hot coffee, walked forward slowly, pretended to fall, and spilled the coffee on Yang Fan's book.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. After boiling the rain and spreading coffee, he quickly bowed his head and apologized, and then he showed a "sincere" and "frightened" expression, raised his head and looked at Yang Fan, as if begging for his forgiveness.

Yang Fan was ruined by this sudden attack, and when he just wanted to have a seizure, but looking at the fat man's "sincere" appearance, Yang Fan smiled.

"Hey, isn't this the great writer Yang Fan? I'm your fan! What a coincidence!" Boiling Yu looked at the silly smile on Yang Fan's face that disgusted him, and couldn't help but turn against the customer, pretending to be a fan first, so that Yang Fan couldn't have a seizure.

"It's okay, it's okay. Did you fall?" Yang Fan helped up the boiling rain with a kind face and said kindly.

"No, no. Boiling Yu said "gratefully" while admiring his acting skills in his heart.

"Then you will fall again, right?" Yang Fan leaned closer to Boiling Yu and whispered in his ear.

"What did you say?"

"I said, or, you'll fall again, right?" Yang Fan still said with a smile, but his tone was full of murderous energy.

"I'm your fan! you want your fan to fall again?" said Boiling Yu hurriedly and loudly.

Boiling Rain's shouting finally aroused the curiosity of many passengers who had originally bowed their heads, and they finally raised their heads and began to point.

"I advise you not to continue pretending, the rain cooker of Lewen.com. Yang Fan looked at the eyes around him, he looked at the boiling rain a little bored, and said in an accented tone.

"How do you know that I am..."Boiling Yu looked at Yang Fan incredulously, as a new writer of Lewen.com, although Boiling Yu has great potential, but he has no chance to go from behind the scenes to the front of the stage, so his identity is only known to a few writers.

"Guess how I know. Yang Fan sneered.

In fact, just yesterday, at Lan's suggestion, Yang Fan exchanged the basic information of the 180 writers who participated in the competition, and with his extraordinary memory, he remembered the appearance of most of the writers.

Intelligence will never be obsolete by the times. An accurate piece of information can do more with less for any profession.

"I... Guess... Don't come out..."Looking at Yang Fan, who was diametrically opposed to his first impression, Boiling Yu suddenly felt fear.

Seeing that Boiling Yu was speechless, Qingfeng sighed helplessly, stepped forward, looked at Yang Fan seriously and said, "I'm sorry, we were wrong." How much is the book, we compensate you. ”

Yang Fan looked at the breeze that suddenly appeared, and compared the basic information about him in his memory. The playful smile on his face retracted.

"Forget it, you can go, you can't afford this book. Yang Fan thought for a while and gave a serious answer.

"Oh, who do you look down on? Isn't it just a copy of "Jane Eyre"? Isn't it three or four hundred dollars to die?" Seeing that Yang Fan's attitude softened, Boiling Yu finally regained the courage to speak under his humble self-esteem, he looked at Yang Fan and roared.

Yang Fan looked at the cooking rain like a clown, and suddenly saw his previous self from him. So, he stepped forward and said word by word to Boiling Rain: "Why do you say that you can't afford to pay it, because every book I own can't be measured by value!"

After saying this, Yang Fan returned to his seat and carefully cleaned up the traces of the water. put the book in front of the window and slowly waited for the winter sun to dry, and then Yang Fan took out a book from his schoolbag and began to read.

Seeing Yang Fan's elegant behavior, as well as Yang Fan's words that hurt his self-esteem extremely much, a nameless fire appeared in Boiling Yu's heart, he stood up, and was about to rush to Yang Fan to continue to ask for an explanation, but he was pulled by Qingfeng.

"Interesting, I finally understand why Deputy Editor-in-Chief Wang Jingya is impressed by you, you do have two brushes, especially in terms of scheming. Qingfeng looked at Yang Fan and praised it rarely.

Yang Fan looked at Qingfeng's actions, and continued to show a harmless smile and said, "Each other." ”

After saying this, Yang Fan began to read the book seriously.

"Hey, Qingfeng, why don't you want me to reason with him!" "Boiling Rain, who was forcibly dragged back to his seat by Qingfeng, complained dissatisfiedly.

"If you want to reason with him, then you don't have to participate in the Battle of the Six Divisions. ”

"What are you talking about, how can you just keep me from participating in the Battle of the Six Divisions just a theory?" asked Boiling Yu puzzled after listening.

"Yes, because he is a devil who constantly provokes your inner anger, so that you end up losing your mind because of anger, and finally make impulsive actions and disqualify. ”

"I'm not a child, how can I be impulsive? You deified him, right? You still call him a devil?" said Cook Yu a little unconvinced.

Looking at Boiling Yu's unconvinced expression, Qingfeng patiently explained: "There is no deification at all. She's a devil. First of all, he used the initial kindness to make you let your guard down. Make your vigilance less, and then he will stimulate you with fierce language, leaving you with a hint of anger. Later, he broke the news of you, which made you feel a sense of fear, and when people are shocked and angry, it is often the time when the bottom line of reason is the weakest. Speaking of this, Qingfeng showed a rare smile and continued: "Then, I appeared, and the state that made you shocked and angry disappear. At this time, he seized on the loopholes in my language to insult your self-esteem and make you return to a state of shock and anger. Then, he provokes you with body language, makes you completely lose your mind, and does something impulsive to disqualify, you say, is this person the devil?"

After listening carefully to Qingfeng's analysis, he recalled his actions just now, and suddenly felt a shudder.

He secretly looked at Yang Fan, who was still smirking with a book with a frightened gaze, he swallowed his saliva and said, "All this can't be your guess, right...?"

"Don't forget, who I am. I'm a master in psychology!" Qingfeng looked at Yang Fan with a provocative smile.

"I suddenly felt that this game should be very interesting!"