According to today's statistics of the Ministry of Technology, there are 4,162 works participating in this competition. The man with glasses was reporting to Wang Jingya, the editor-in-chief of Xianxia.

When Wang Jingya heard this number, there was a trace of unbearability in her eyes.

On the first day, there were more than 4,000 works, and more than 4,000 writers participated with dreams, but they were already destined to become stepping stones for others at the beginning.

"Let's report on the five works that have been decided. Wang Jingya quickly regained her original indifferent and calm expression and asked.

The man in glasses pushed his eyes, and then quickly searched for information in the stack of papers in his hand.

"The first one, "Genesis" for which I am a novice, has a total collection of 15,535.

The second, "Dragon Soul" on a snowy night, collection 14758.

The third part, Xiaobai's "Waste System", has a collection of 13,547.

The fourth part, Tianya's "The Strongest Villain Face Slapping System" has a collection of 11252.

The fifth, the blood-stained "Rebirth Demon Sect Patriarch" has a total collection of 10,250. ”

The eyed man quickly reported the number of collections of the five insiders. Then there was a hint of surprise on his face, and he continued

"But recently, there is a dark horse, the magic knife's "The End of the World", the number of collections is 10150. ”

When Wang Jingya heard the word magic knife, she quickly confronted the author in her mind, and then looked up the information of the author of the magic knife on the computer.

"42 years old. Wang Jingya looked at this age and hesitated. Then she called up the information of the bloodstained river, "28 years old. ”

Wang Jingya looked up at the man with glasses and asked, "42 years old, isn't it a bit too old?" ”

The man in glasses frowned and responded, "It's a little." But the ability of a writer has nothing to do with age, and we can also use his age to make a fuss and attract older writers to join. ”

"Bear. Wang Jingya shouted loudly.

A chubby young editor with a harmless smile on his face heard Wang Jingya's shout, and then walked over with trepidation.

Wang Jingya glanced at Xiao Xiong, and the editor asked, "The magic knife and the bloodstained river are all authors under you, right?"

Xiao Xiong nodded in a panic, "Yes, it's all my subordinates, what's wrong with the editor-in-chief?

"No problem, I want to ask you, the collection of these two works is very close, do you want to let that writer take the position?" Wang Jingya asked simply and clearly.

Xiao Xiong was silent, these two are better writers under him, and the palms and backs of his hands are meat, although Xiao Xiong has a bad attitude towards the magic knife, but he is quite recognized by the potential of the magic knife.

"I choose to be stained with blood. After thinking for a few minutes, the bear made a difficult decision.

"Why?" Wang Jingya asked curiously.

"Because of being young. Potential can be tapped. Little Bear said these ten words. In just ten words, the fate of a writer has been decided.

"You go and ask the navy to brush 1000 collections for "The End of the World" and open up the gap. Wang Jingya said to the man with glasses, and in the end, she chose to choose the bloodstained river according to Xiao Xiong's decision.

Poor Magic Knife doesn't know that he's been abandoned by his own editor, and he's still concentrating on codewords in the gloomy basement. He cheers himself up, he has to win, he has to win, he has to be in the top five, he has to leave those who look down on him speechless.

"You say, can we take the first place?" said a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with dyed blonde hair and short sleeves, to a girl in a short-sleeved school uniform like a good girl.

The well-behaved girl, Mu Ne, responded, "Our combination is the strongest. Then the blonde boy smiled and said, "Of course. ”

Yang Fan had a very strange dream, in the dream, he won the championship, and then the work disappeared from the submission and the computer inexplicably, and then he had nothing.

Yang Fan was awakened by this dream, and pounced on the computer worriedly, repeatedly refreshing the page and looking at his works, and couldn't help but be afraid.

Lan was also woken up by Yang Fan's big movements, and she rubbed her eyes cutely. Then looked at Yang Fan, who was sweating profusely. Concerned asked, "Have a nightmare?"

Yang Fan nodded without saying more, he glanced at the time, it was already eight o'clock in the evening, and he was inevitably a little hungry after not eating for a day.

He called Shanglan, and the two changed their clothes and went out to eat.

The nights in September are cooler and cleaner. There is no summer heat, and the cool breeze blows by, which makes people feel refreshed.

"Yang Fan?" a crisp and sweet female voice came.

Yang Fan turned around to look at the voice and saw a woman he couldn't forget in his life.

"Hey, it's really you, long time no see. How are you doing?" greeted the woman with a smile, the woman was very beautiful, with long hair, bright eyes, a small and cute nose and mouth with a long dress, giving people an elegant and gentle feeling.

"It's fine. Yang Fan replied expressionlessly.

"After graduation, we haven't seen each other for a long time, and we haven't seen you participate in the class reunion every year, are you very busy?" The woman was still smiling, but it was so dazzling in Yang Fan's eyes.

"It's been a busy one lately. Yang Fan nodded, he didn't want to be entangled with the woman in front of him for too long, but he still responded patiently to the woman's question.

"The day after tomorrow, our class reunion, at twelve o'clock at noon at the Kaitian Hotel, you must come, the big head and glasses will talk about you every time the class reunion is there. They miss you. The woman said softly, and then took out her mobile phone, "I'll give the big head and glasses first, and say that they will be very happy to meet you." ”

"Yang Fan, who is she?" Lan looked at Yang Fan with a flat face and asked curiously, it was the first time she had seen Yang Fan's expression, in her memory, Yang Fan was either enthusiastic or cringe, and the flat expression should not appear on his face.

"Hey, such a cute little girl, is it your sister?" The woman saw Lan with the voice, her eyes lit up, indeed Lan was like a well-carved porcelain doll, with exquisite facial features, if you didn't look at her age and height, she was already a superb little beauty.

"She's..."Yang Fan wanted to say that she was my sister, but in front of this woman, he was a little hesitant.

"I'm his girlfriend. Lan looked at Yang Fan's expression, vaguely knew something, hugged Yang Fan's arm, and then smiled sweetly.

After hearing this, the woman was stunned, and looked at Yang Fan with strange eyes. "Turns out you like this type of little girl now. Your tastes have become strange. ”

"My dear, who is this old aunt?" Lan asked Yang Fan innocently with an innocent wink, and arrogantly fought back.

"Old aunt?" the woman's eyelids jumped when she heard the name.

"Let's go. Yang Fan did not respond to the confrontation between the two people. He touched Lan's head dotingly.

"I'm a little bit of a business, let's go first, goodbye. Yang Fan said apologetically to the woman in front of him.

"Okay, Yang Fan will go get busy first, you remember that you must come to the class reunion on Sunday. The woman looked at Yang Fan's back as he turned to leave, hesitated, and said loudly.

Yang Fan did not respond to the woman's words, he had already fallen into memories.

In my memory, a girl said to him, "You don't study well, you don't look good, you don't have any special skills, you hold those online articles every day, and you are not motivated at all." We certainly don't have a future. ”