After Yang Fan finished saying this, he turned around and walked to the cashier to settle the account and left the teahouse.

When he left, the expression on his face was gloomy and uncertain.

This cup of bitter tea actually explained a lot for Yang Fan, and also opened up the unknown side of this old man who has been writing books seriously.

In fact, even if Lao Shi experienced this Internet event, he still couldn't accept the status of online articles in China from his psychology.

This paranoia is as obsessed with this bitter tea as he has loved for decades.

Because he didn't accept it and was paranoid, he experienced a lot of bitterness like when he first entered the cup of bitter tea, and he had never tasted it before.

He still remembers the shame of being ridiculed by his old friends when he first entered the competition, when he was so old that he put on a doll costume to match the gimmick of the website.

I also remember that after the start of the competition, in order to achieve results, he had to change his style to cater to the helplessness of readers who did not belong to him.

He remembered that in today's competition, he had always been tough, but he would take the initiative to avoid the challenge of the other party, and finally be so ashamed of being infamous as a coward.

However, all these painful memories finally made him bitter and came to the end of this game.

Moreover, he also achieved his goal and opened up the unknown side of online writers to achieve their goals to the national audience.

After leaving, Yang Fan actually wanted to ask him, is it worth paying so much to achieve the goal?

However, he didn't ask.

Because, Yang Fan also has a lot of things in his heart that are not valuable, he just wants to do it.

After Yang Fan and Lao Shi separated, Lao Shi looked at Yang Fan's back getting farther and farther away, and drank the last sip of tea after saying a word silently.

That sentence is:

"The present era is always for you young people. ”

There are two days left until the final competition.

In the past two days, Yang Fan not only had to supervise the schoolgirl's learning, but also to carry out a self-improvement.

Otherwise, two days later, he could easily lose in the hands of the traditional literature represented by this persistent old man.

This kind of improvement has nothing to do with the plot, only about Yu's writing.

Yang Fan's writing can be regarded as above average among online novelists. However, compared to those traditional novelists, his writing is a bit unsightly.

In order to improve his writing, he finally used the system and spent a huge amount of points to exchange for a writer's heart.

This time, as his star now increases, he can actively pick a type of writer's heart.

In the hearts of the writers who can be selected, almost all of them are the hearts of online novelists, and there is no writer's heart of a traditional writer.

Yang Fan frowned and looked at the hearts of these writers available for selection, and casually picked up the hearts of several writers and compared them carefully.

Through comparison, Yang Fan slowly found that there were a few small words written under the hearts of these available online writers.

Some are urban, some are fairytales, and some are science fiction.

It seems that this should be a selectable category.

After careful selection, Yang Fan decided to fuse the heart of a writer classified by history, and just as he was about to fuse, a heart that was only one-eighth the size of an ordinary writer's heart appeared in front of him.

This writer's heart instantly attracted Yang Fan's attention, and he let go of the heart of a historical writer and picked up the writer's heart to observe it carefully.

This writer's heart is different from the heart of other writers, he only has two words at the bottom, and that word is humble.

"What is this?" Yang Fan looked at the heart of this writer and asked Lan on the side.

"I don't know about this...?" Lan stepped forward to take a look, the expression on her face a little unnatural.

"Really?" Yang Fan looked at her unnatural expression, knowing that she must know something, but for some reason she couldn't tell herself.

"Yes, let's get the heart of a historian together. Lan jumped away from the topic and said.

"Hmm. Yang Fan looked at Lan with a panicked face, and didn't say anything more, he believed in Lan and believed that she would never harm him.

Although this writer's heart, which is only one-eighth the size, fills him with curiosity, he still chooses to blend the heart of a writer with the heart of a historical writer.

But when he was ready to let go of the writer's heart, which was only one-eighth the size, the writer's heart that was written with humility took the initiative to merge with him.

This kind of autonomous fusion made both Yang Fan and Lan feel fear, and after the fear, a picture suddenly appeared in front of Yang Fan's eyes.

In that picture, Yang Fan saw a scrawny online writer.

That scrawny web writer works hard, and he basically spends more than ten hours a day on writing. However, his efforts were not recognized.

He can basically write 10,000 or 20,000 words a day, but he has written 500,000 words, and the signing station is still not coming.

This kind of despair of not being able to receive a contract and having no one to watch made him want to give up for a while.

However, when he was about to give up, his mother told him to persevere.

She told him: I want him to write well and don't give up.

She also told him that she is now looking for a job as a teacher, earning thousands of dollars a month, and her family is not short of money. She believed he was the material for writing, and believed more than anyone that he could be a great writer.

This kind of mother's trust made him persevere.

Finally, when he wrote a million words, the signing station was finally sent.

He wept with joy as he looked at the shortness of his longing, and wanted to be the first to share the good news with his mother.

However, when he found his mother's school, he found that his mother was not a teacher at all, but worked as a cleaner at the school.

Looking at his mother's hard work, and then thinking about himself like a parasite, eating away at his mother's life with his dreams. He left lonely.

He signed a contract and also got a part-time job.

Under his mother's puzzled questioning, he concealed the fact that he knew that his mother was just a cleaner that day, and instead said that he worked part-time to experience life and increase his writing experience.

The mother believed it, and took him by the way, sharing interesting stories about her "class".

And although he knows the truth, he will still pretend to be particularly interested, and believe the non-existent "class" in his mother's mouth.

This mother and son, in fact, are both very humble in life. However, they all have their own ideals, but they live happily every day.

With the scrawny writer's insistence on writing, he finally ushered in the first recommendation position agreed in the contract.

He looked at the recommendation spot excitedly, and decided to explode desperately on that day to attract a wave of readers, so that his book could be put on the shelves to make money!

However, his first recommendation is similar to Yang Fan's recommendation without a search page.

In this week's recommendation position, although he broke out more than 100,000 words, the collection only rose by two.

This result made him at a loss.

However, something even more dazed happened.

In two days, his book will be on the shelves.

He looked at this notice and the million words with only a dozen collections, and he didn't know what expression to use to face this fucking life and that heavy maternal love.

In this dazedness, the writer cried when he looked at the dozen or so collections and the previous recommendations like charity.

At this point, the picture came to an abrupt end, and Yang Fan also shed a cold sweat.

This humble experience seems to be a copy of myself. However, unlike himself, this writer can only code words, and will not be flexible and resistant. It was because he would not be flexible and resist that he shed tears of remorse.

"It's... What is it?" Yang Fan asked as he recalled the scene just now, looking at Lan.

However, Lan remained silent.

Yang Fan looked at Lan's appearance, and could only smile helplessly, but, in his heart, he inexplicably began to look forward to the follow-up to the story he had just seen...