After Yang Fan finished eating, under Lan's compulsory order and Lin Wanting's pitiful eyes, he had no choice but to update and lay on the sofa and prepare to sleep.

Yang Fan didn't feel any tiredness, and many pictures came to his mind, including clips from real life and ideas for the plot of the novel.

This is a physiological phenomenon that occurs in the reversal of day and night and the appearance of busy part-time writers. They have to balance their dreams and life, and they also have to put in more energy and effort than ordinary people.

Yang Fan didn't know how long the scene in his mind kept appearing, and he finally fell asleep groggily.

He had a dream in which he wrote more than two million words to the end, but he still didn't sign a contract, and finally he gave up writing. With the golden finger and knowledge of the system, he became a winner in life, and when he sat on countless riches and countless praises, he felt like a loser. He dreamed that the riches and praises were like a bottomless swamp, sinking him deeper and deeper, and slowly making him breathless.

He woke up from his dream, and a ray of sunlight outside the window fell on him, as if to soothe his heart awakened by a nightmare.

He looked at the time, it was already eleven o'clock in the morning, he sat on the couch, and began to reminisce about the dream he had just had.

Why do you feel like a loser when you have money and countless people praise you, why do you feel like a loser, why do money and praise become an abyss, and let yourself sink deeper and deeper.

He looked out the window in confusion and didn't speak for a long time.

"Are you awake, won't you sleep a little longer?" a small voice pulled him out of his confusion.

He looked over, it was Lin Wanting, who was holding two potatoes and looked at him worriedly.

"No need, I'm going to update the novel. Yang Fan shook his head and walked to the computer desktop, turned on the computer, and prepared to update his novel.

Yang Fan is still used to opening the writer's assistant first to see his grades, and when he saw his grades, he couldn't help but shout in surprise, "Lan, come and see." ”

"What are you doing?" Lan sat up reluctantly as he was woken up, then rubbed his eyes.

"Come here. Yang Fan said excitedly.

"It's coming, it's coming. Lan struggled, but walked over obediently, and then she followed Yang Fan's gaze, and then her eyes widened in disbelief.

On the screen, Yang Fan's book collection has reached 1,200, and there are thirty-four more book reviews. And most of the book reviews are positive.

"Tian Feiyu's description is really wonderful. ”

"I finally saw a novel with a villain IQ. ”

"It's too profound to portray the little people. ”

"I cried"

“...”

Yang Fan couldn't help but wave his hands excitedly when he saw these book reviews, this was the first time he had received such a lot of praise, and it was also the first time that he had increased his collection by more than 100 with a well-conceived chapter description.

Although more than 100 collections are only an insignificant data for many professional writers, it is of great significance to newcomer writers like Yang Fan.

"I'm not dreaming, am I?" Lan pinched Yang Fan's face and said, and then when he saw Yang Fan's face distorted because of his actions, he let go of his hand and continued, "It turned out that it wasn't a dream. ”

"Of course it's not a dream. Yang Fan looked at Lan with resentment. Then he rubbed his face and began to open the writer's assistant, ready to update today's novel.

Lin Wanting stretched her neck and looked at the two nonsense people, her eyes revealed a trace of envy, as if she felt Lin Wanting's loneliness, and Dafu kept spinning at her feet. Lin Wanting stretched out her hand and touched Dafu's head, turned around and walked into the kitchen unwillingly, and began to make lunch.

Yang Fan looked at the document and began to worry, every rookie writer, because a certain chapter is well received, will strike while the iron is hot to either update a few more chapters at a time, or update a more explosive chapter to attract the attention of readers.

For a non-professional part-time rookie writer like Yang Fan, it is almost impossible for him to update two chapters or more in just a few hours, so he can only rely on a carefully crafted chapter to continue the previous popularity.

In the second round of the competition, most of the fantasy fairy tales will define him as around the top 128 and the top 64. The second opponent will generally be much stronger than the first, and even a seeded player will appear directly, so that the protagonist will step on his feet, make a name for himself, and attract the attention of other players and judges.

Yang Fan was hesitating about how to design a second opponent. After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't have a clue.

He looked out the window and began to ponder.

Lin Wanting put the dishes on the table, she looked at Yang Fan and hesitated, not only afraid of disturbing Yang Fan's thoughts, but also afraid that the food would not taste good if it was cold. She stepped forward, patted Lan gently, and cautiously pointed to the food and Yang Fan on the table.

Lan couldn't help but smile when she saw Lin Wanting's actions, she walked behind Yang Fan and patted Yang Fan on the shoulder fiercely, waking him up from his contemplation.

"What are you doing?" Yang Fan said angrily, just thinking of a clue, but with Lan's beat, that clue drifted away with the wind.

"It's time to eat. Lan ignored Yang Fan's dissatisfied tone at all, and pointed to the dining table.

Yang Fan got up helplessly, and then walked to the dining table, there were two meat and one vegetable on the dining table, the leftover shredded potatoes and meat from yesterday, a small fried meat, and a cabbage, which were very homely.

Yang Fan absentmindedly ate while conceiving a new chapter. When it was almost time to finish eating, he didn't even think of it. He scratched at his hair in annoyance.

"Are you writing a book?" Lin Wanting looked at Yang Fan and stopped thinking and asked cautiously.

"Ah, it should be said that it is a book, don't be so polite, it's enough for you to call me Yang Fan like Lan. Looking at Lin Wanting's appearance, Yang Fan frowned and said, "Don't be so polite. Let's take this as a home. ”

After Lin Wanting listened, she nodded desperately, and then looked at Yang Fan with a look of adoration and praised, "It's amazing." ”

"What's so powerful, it's just a street writer. Lan joked as he ate.

"What does it mean to hit the street?" Lin Wanting asked curiously.

"Hitting the street means failure. Yang Fan explained that when he said the word failure, he remembered the dream he had today.

"There's no way he's going to fail. Lin Wanting said excitedly and loudly, and then she finished, and then felt a little gaffe, and then lowered her head and sat on the chair.

Lin Wanting's performance shocked Yang Fan and Lan, and it was hard to imagine that Lin Wanting, who had always been weak in their hearts, actually defended Yang Fan so much.

"You haven't read what I've written, how can you be sure that I won't fail?" Yang Fan asked with difficulty.

"Because... Because..."Lin Wanting stammered, "Because I think... Nothing can beat you..."

Yang Fan couldn't cry or laugh after hearing this, but a warm current surged through his heart, he looked at Lin Wanting's appearance, and recalled Lin Wanting's words, and inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind.

He walked quickly to the computer to start today's update.

Murong Aotian's second opponent is a seeded player, and it is no less seeded than Li Qingshan and Lotus Fairy.

Murong Aotian fought against him, but Murong Aotian fought on a par without using the backhand of his new research.

The seed player was described by Yang Fan as a rough and scheming man, and Yang Fan continued to write while figuring out the psychology of the character

The seeded player persuaded Murong Aotian to give up because of the equal strength of the two sides, and explained that he still had a back hand that he didn't use, because the side effects were big and the lethality was strong, and he couldn't control it.

From the sincere expression of the seeded player, Murong Aotian believed his words, but for the sake of the first prize and the promise of the noodle shop owner, he still refused.

The seeded player saw him refuse, and there was no way, but he also had a reason for him to win, so he reminded him again and again and used his own backhand.

Murong Aotian also used one of his newly perfected nirvana, and as a result, the two tricks collided, and both were defeated.

The seeded player and Murong Aotian persevered with willpower.

Writing this, Yang Fan felt that the image of the seeded player was not full enough, so he began to intersperse the memories of the seeded player.

The seed player can't lose, because he has no parents since he was a child, only a younger sister, and then he and his sister depend on each other, but some time ago, his sister cultivated to the point of going crazy because of her impatience, although she got out of danger with the help of the sect, but her cultivation came to naught, and since then her sister began to be depressed, in order to restore his sister's smile, he must refine an elixir, and one of the main medicinal materials in the elixir is the prize of the champion, for the sake of his sister, he can't lose.

Although the seeded player was more seriously injured than Murong Aotian because of the side effects of his backhand, he still relied on his willpower to fight against Murong Aotian.

The two sides began to compete for willpower, but even if they had strong willpower, they needed a body that could provide willpower to support them, and in the end, the seeded player still lost, but instead of falling, he stood unconscious.

Writing this, Yang Fan was a little unbearable, he repeatedly revised this chapter, but in the end he released it according to this chapter.

After he finished posting, he looked behind him and found two pairs of eyes staring at the screen.

"Yang Fan, why build such a supporting role. Lan sighed and asked, she couldn't bear this tragedy.

"Why doesn't the protagonist have to lose?" Lin Wanting also asked with wide eyes, a trace of tears in her eyes, as if she was moved by the persistence of the seeded player.

"Because, I want to build a male protagonist who will never be defeated, but unfortunately the front is written down, and I can only use the supporting character to make him that kind of man later. After Yang Fan finished speaking, he looked at Lin Wanting and said

"It's not that the protagonist won't lose, in the world I built, everyone has a reason why they can't lose, they can only fight for it with their strength, and he didn't lose the supporting role I built. He didn't care if Lin Wanting understood it or not, he watched the computer refresh the page, and then he saw an unread message, and Yang Fan clicked on it curiously

"The home of the newcomer to the street writer, you are welcome to join us. Group number xxxxxxxxx"