In this world, everyone is a chess player, because everyone plays a chess game about life.

It's just that chess game, which starts from life and ends with death. It is made up of countless chess games, and these chess games have won and lost. In those games, sometimes losing a game of chess doesn't matter. But sometimes they lose a game of chess, and then they all lose the game.

None of the four books that participated in the limited exemption PK wanted to lose, after all, this chess game was about their future life.

But the game of chess always has to be won and lost, just like people.

I'm a novice and a big warlord are slowly approaching the 20,000 mark for the book, while the other two books don't even reach 1,000 votes.

I'm a newbie and a big warlord, and after I finished today's three chapters, I started to do everything in my power to ask my readers to vote. And they all promised that if they were exempted tomorrow, they would explode more or fewer chapters and send red envelopes. In order to win this game, they seem to have forgotten the real job of the writer, but keep promoting and canvassing.

After all, this is a game that cannot be lost, after all, if they lose this chess, for them, they will only continue to lose.

And the other two writers who voted at the same time to be exempted from the recommendation position, one gave up after updating a chapter. After all, this is a game of chess that must be lost, and it is better to give up directly than to work hard.

And the other one was moved by the readers, and praised the Haikou of the fifth watch. At this time, he spread out on the table and worked hard to code, although he knew this game, he had no hope of winning, although he knew this game, no matter how hard he tried, it would be useless. However, he promised the reader that he had to do it.

Whether it's Tieba, or the official forum of xx.com, or Weibo, all of them have attracted all the attention of the battle between these two books.

Everyone is talking about this game and who will win the last two books. And the other two books have long been ignored by them, after all, the votes are too different.

It's not just the writers who are desperately canvassing, it's not just the readers who like to read these two books who are canvassing for votes, it's also in the editorial office, the two editors are canvassing for votes in the same way.

"Hurry up and vote for this big warlord's "Dream" chapter, just send me a screenshot, and I'll help you apply for a recommendation next time. The bear editor opened QQ and sent this message in groups.

His QQ prompt sound kept ringing, most of them were messages that were replied to in seconds, and they all responded with good, known, and understood.

There are also a small number of writers who choose to remain silent. I don't know why they chose to be silent, only that their avatar changed from online to away or busy when the bear editor finished sending this message.

The little bear editor frowned, looked at the QQ accounts that were in a busy state, pursed his lips and scolded in a low voice

"A newcomer writer who can't help it. ”

The small number of writers who chose to respond silently were basically rookie writers, perhaps because of their messages with hopes and dreams, Xiaoxiong never responded. Perhaps because some of those new writers gave up updating and writing because they were confused and unguided, they surprisingly remained silent in this battle.

The first fastest chapter push reply appeared in front of the little bear editor, the ID of the reply is called Bloodstained Changhe, and the book he wrote is called "The Ancestor of the Rebirth Demon Sect", which used to be the top five in the inner decision, and now it is the book that has fallen to the sixteenth.

He is the fastest writer to take screenshots of the chat between Zhang Tui and the readership to send in the Bear editing window. He made Editor Bear very satisfied, and also made Editor Bear look at him again.

Little Bear wrote him down, and then quietly waited for his writer to take screenshots and promote them to him.

Time passed minute by minute, and most of his writers sent screenshots, which made him very satisfied and happy, but he was a little unhappy, as for the reason was that one of his best writers did not respond to his message for a long time.

That writer is called Magic Knife, and his "The End of the World" ranked fifth in this competition, and his dialog box at this time has no news except for a good word.

Editor Xiao Xiong could only patiently resend the previous message urging him to hurry up and push the chapter, after all, the time passed minute by minute, and the earlier the chapter pushed, the better the effect. However, after he finished sending it, the magic knife did not respond.

Because the magic knife is in the codeword, because he promised the reader to change the word every day, he has to meet the needs of the reader first before he can push it, after all, he is a man, and a man must abide by the agreement and promise.

Looking at the magic knife that had not replied for a long time, and then looking at the blood-stained river of the first reply, the little bear editor frowned again. He pondered for a while, looked at the blank space of the magic knife's dialog box, sneered a few times, and then turned off the magic knife's dialog box. Leaning on the sofa, he lit a cigarette, refreshed the xx network data, watched the gap between the first and second places widen, and returned to a satisfied smile.

French Fries was also frantically canvassing for her own writers at this time, she was not in charge of many writers, and she had already let the Little Bear editor take the lead. She anxiously looked at the enlarged data on the computer, and inexplicably felt a kind of sadness.

She desperately shared the book I was a newbie on her various chat apps, and whispered begging everyone to vote.

She was so anxious that she wanted to cry, but she didn't cry because she swore that she wouldn't cry in the future, so she could only clench her fists and tremble as she watched the data gap slowly widen.

"Do you want me to help you?" a magnetic voice appeared in her ears as she was in a moment of grief and despair. She looked up and saw a middle-aged man with glasses in his eyes, his eyes with a hint of sincerity.

The fries heard the sound, like a heavenly sound, and she stared at the Sven man and nodded vigorously

"Yes! ”

The Sven man smiled, indicating that he understood. Then he walked up to the computer and made an OK gesture to her, and began to ask him to write a handwriting chapter to promote the book that I was a newbie.

The Son of Heaven's glasses were reflected by the sun, and he couldn't see his eyes, but he could feel from his movements and aura that he really wanted to help the editor and the writer she was in charge of at this time.

"Don't you have to go to work today?" Lin Wanting leaned on the table, looking at Yang Fan's newly bought book and asked curiously.

"No, rest today. Yang Fan replied to Lin Wanting while coding words. For next week's recommendation, Yang Fan also fought this time, put on code word gloves, and since he woke up, he has been working hard without eating or drinking.

He wrote 40,000 words a day with codeword gloves and writer-speed elixirs.

Don't think that 40,000 words is less, because the more code words, the more you need to think, because the more code words, the lower the quality. And writing a book itself is a very boring thing. Writing 40,000 words a day is already the limit of a person.

When his last punctuation mark fell, he looked at the time, it was already ten o'clock in the evening, and he couldn't help but be a little hungry.

He sorted out his thoughts, and then suggested to Lin Wanting and Lan on the side, "Go out to eat?"

"No, you and Xiao Wanting go out, just remember to bring me a takeout back." Lan, who was lying on the bed playing with Yang Fan's mobile phone, said.

"Hey, you've changed your temperament?" Yang Fan looked at Lan and couldn't help but ask curiously.

"I'm watching a contest where voting is limited to nowhere to be recommended. Lan pouted.

"What's so good about that? Anyway, it's just a PK of two books" Yang Fan smiled bitterly, he turned on the computer after he woke up, and saw this much-anticipated limited and free recommended PK, he didn't feel anything about it, after all, it was too far away, and it was too cruel after all.

"It's more!" Lan cried out in surprise.

"What, it's changed again?" Yang Fan asked as he looked at Lan's expression.

"Third place, I have already written 29,000 words today. Lan looked at the stats and said, as if she was not interested in winning or losing this game at all, but was interested in third place.

"29000?, right?" Yang Fan said uncertainly. For him, he can only reach 40,000 updates with the help of codeword gloves and potions, and if he doesn't improve these two things, according to his speed, writing to 20,000 words is already the limit.

"It shouldn't be, I took a look, his update is a little discontinuous, it should be the current code, don't bother me, you eat it quickly, remember to bring me something delicious. Lan said impatiently, her full attention was on the novel, and she wanted to see if the book could be written with more words.

"Okay, I'll go to dinner with Wanting first, don't put your eyes so close, be careful of becoming short-sighted. Due to hunger, Yang Fan didn't ask much, he touched Lan's head dotingly, and then walked out with Lin Wanting.

At this time, Lan focused all her energy on the third-place data on her phone, but there was a hint of distress in her surprised eyes.

"Don't write it, boss. ”

"Yes, boss, don't write it, you've written 29,000 words today. ”

"Boss, go and rest. You've done your best. ”

"Boss, yes, let's go rest..."

He looked at his readership and fan base who were trying to persuade him not to write, and he hesitated.

After 12 hours of intense continuous writing, his hands were already sore, his thumb and forefinger were already painful, and his eyes were starting to blur a little.

He was the third-place writer, and his vote count was 2,765. Compared to the data of the top two of nearly 30,000, the difference is too far.

This chess, he knew from the beginning that he had lost. But he can't control his code words, he is constantly updating.

In 12 hours, he updated 29,000 words without saving the manuscript, which is his limit, because he is a writer who is slow to code words and has an aging and rigorous thinking.

"How nice it would be if I had a system. He leaned back in his chair and laughed at himself.

He struggled to raise his arm and replied to the readers who supported him and advised him to rest.

"There's the last chapter. ”

After playing, he endured the pain and discomfort of today's high-intensity writing, and then began to code.

He has already completed the task of the fifth watch. However, when he was done, he suddenly wanted to write more. Because he felt that he would not be able to repay the readers who supported him. So, he decided to write a few more chapters. Because he is a poor street writer, he is not like those successful writers, who have the money to buy gifts and send red envelopes to readers, he is just a poor street writer, and the only way he can repay is codeword.

He put his hand on the keyboard and kept tapping on it. He felt that his hands were no longer listening, and he could already feel as if his eyes could not see clearly.

He slammed his grip off the keyboard and slapped himself hard.

Why are you so useless?" he asked himself. He wanted to win, but he couldn't. So far, I have written a book and recommended mosquito meat, and then it has been put on the shelves. It would be nice if I could be as good as the top few books.

Why are you so useless?" he asked himself repeatedly.

"Why, we're useless?" said a reader in the readership.

"If we were useful, we wouldn't be so tired of the authors of our favorite books. ”

"If we're useful, we can help the book get ranked. ”

"It would be nice if we were useful and rich. ”

The entire readership felt guilty for the readers he liked, and he looked at the conversations of his readership, and he felt even more guilty.

"It's not that you're useless, it's my problem. He replied with difficulty.

"Don't worry, as long as this chapter is updated, I will definitely rest. ”

"Don't say you're useless, you are my most faithful and precious readers, and I write books for you. ”

"Don't blame yourself, after reading the last chapter, remember to vote for me. ”

His series of replies diverted the sad atmosphere of the readership.

He looked at the computer, the screen that had been blurred from tiredness became bright, and the hand that he couldn't lift was full of strength.

He began to code the last chapter of the day.

For the sake of his readers, he loses with dignity. Even if the bill can't compare to others, he has to surpass others in terms of words.

At least that way, his readers will be proud of him.