"This is the staff dormitory of the luxury club you are talking about?" Lin Zhihui stood at the door, looking at the small black room of less than four square meters, his face was distorted, "The hundreds of girls who said well, where is the emperor-like enjoyment?"

Li Ping kicked open the stinky socks and empty instant noodle box on the ground with his foot, threw the travel bag in his hand on the bed, and pointed to the laptop on the three-legged small table: "Didn't you see the Chengbei Luxury Internet Club when you first came in." Sister, it's all here, a few hundred G's are not enough? Huan Feiyan is thin, Lori Royal Sister, you can choose. ”

In the cramped and low room, two camp beds were crammed in, and there was only less than half a meter of space left in between, dirty socks were everywhere, and there was an indescribable smell of ecstasy wafting in the air.

Barely clearing out a piece of space, Li Ping straightened up: "Twenty-four hours of Internet, all kinds of flavors of instant noodle drinks are available, you are a guy who has been unemployed since graduation, what else is there to be dissatisfied with." You ask other classmates who have found a job, who has such a good salary. Best of all, it's all free. ”

The corners of Lin Zhihui's mouth twitched: "I must have been squeezed by the door to believe your words." ”

"Less nonsense. Li Ping rolled up a few dirty T-shirts and stuffed them under the bed: "Actually, it's not bad here, I'm still the same sentence, if you want, I'll tell my third uncle, you can be a network administrator here, eat and live, and surf the Internet every day." ”

Lin Zhihui shook his head with disgust: "What kind of network manager, I want to be a man of great gods, you love to be so much, when I become a great god, I will send you an Internet café." ”

"It's not like the great god can be done. Li Pingzhen didn't know where Lin Zhihui's confidence came from: "In this world, there are not 100,000 people who want to be writers, but 80,000, and only a few are successful?"

"That's because I didn't make a move. Lin Zhihui took out a USB flash drive from his pocket, inserted it into his notebook, and clicked on a document: "Look at it, this is the beginning of what I wrote." ”

Li Ping took the notebook suspiciously: "You can also write novels, classmates for so many years, I only see you playing online games." ”

After a quick glance, Li Ping looked at Lin Zhihui with admiration: "I don't read much, don't lie to me; ”

"You know what. Lin Zhihui patted the table: "This was the beginning of what I discussed with him back then, but at that time, my brother focused on his studies, and his ambition was not here, so he didn't write it, and he wasted the opportunity to become a great god." ”

"Just blow it. Li Ping didn't believe a word, and threw the notebook into Lin Zhihui's arms: "When the potato was written, you were still struggling on the front line of the college entrance examination, and we discussed it together." ”

Lin Zhihui's face was not red and his heart was not beating: "The god Newton said that the reason why I write better than others is because I stand on the shoulders of giants. I am now standing on the shoulders of countless great gods, and it is not easy to write well. ”

"Pull it down. Li Ping shook his shoulders, with an expression of hatred that iron is not made of steel: "Daydreaming every day, can you still eat it?" Okay, it's almost time, I'll be on duty, you can do it yourself. ”

Li Ping left in a hurry, Lin Zhihui took advantage of this meeting to be inspired, looked at the bed that exuded a strange atmosphere, and had no desire to sleep, so he sat at the table and began to revise his novel.

"The protagonist's name is Xiao Yan, depression is to prosperity, Yan is to ice, my protagonist is called Hua Bing. ”

"Xiao Yan lost his talent because of Yao Lao, and Hua Bing lost his talent because the clansmen secretly poisoned him. ”

"Nalan Yanran is the lady of the sky of the Yunlan Sect, and Helan Piaoxue is the heir of the first valley in the world. ”

"His is the door-to-door divorce, and mine is the door-to-door divorce at the funeral of Hua Bing's grandfather. ”

Lin Zhihui crackled for a long time, revised the beginning, read it again, and slapped the table proudly: "Perfect, there is no trace of PS." ”

Choose a website, register, upload, and ten minutes later, the new book "The Rise of the God Emperor", which is the first in the world under the pen name, was released on the country's largest novel platform "Chuangdian".

Lin Zhihui clicked the left mouse button, the page lagged slightly, showing the interface of "The Rise of the God Emperor", and with a sweep of his eyes, Lin Zhihui saw the comment area below, in addition to the welcome advertisement sent by the Chuangdian system, a comment actually appeared.

"It's not scientific for someone to watch it so soon. Lin Zhihui moved the mouse curiously and clicked on the comment next to him.

The comment was written very long, and the people who knew it were full of it, and Lin Zhihui was confused, so he pulled it directly to the end, and finally saw a clear sentence: "Marriage is determined by heaven, since the red line has disappeared, the two have no fate, and naturally they can't become husband and wife, Helan's daughter is in accordance with the destiny of heaven, there is nothing wrong, Hua Bing should not be angry, obsessed with a relationship that does not belong to him, you have to cancel the agreement between the two of them." ”

"Is this person living in an ancient tomb? also canceled the agreement, how cool it is to not compete in the back, and how to slap the protagonist in the face. Lin Zhihui looked at the person's ID, the old man under the moon, the avatar was a big tree with lush foliage, and couldn't help but despise: "What is this? Could it be that this person is engaged in matchmaking work, so he is older than the moon? Is this big tree a laurel tree on the moon?"

After a few casual words, Lin Zhihui put the comments behind, closed the page, pressed F5 to refresh it, and found that the number of clicks was still only a pitiful one, so he decided to take advantage of the good state and continue to code words.

Open the writing software that comes with it, move quickly on the keyboard with both hands, just write that Hua Bing shouted that I want to be ashamed, and showed my sister that I want to take revenge, suddenly there was a thunderclap, and a string of sparks came out of the notebook, Lin Zhihui's hands were numb, and he leaned back in shock, and the back of his head hit the hard wall heavily, and it was dark in an instant, and the energy-saving lamp above his head made a tooth-aching cracking sound.

"Damn, what kind of shoddy product is this. It was pitch black in the hut, only a dim light came out of the gap in the door, Lin Zhihui couldn't care about the back of his head with a faint pain, jumped over, opened the door and rushed to the corridor.

The lobby of the Internet café outside was also dim, with cursing and cursing, shouting and shouting of the network administrator, and the light of mobile phones flickering everywhere.

"It turned out to be a power outage. Lin Zhihui let out a sigh, his heartbeat returned to his place, there were sparks again, and the lights went out, making him think that he had hit a ghost.

The current buzzed, the lights flashed, and the Internet café hall soon lit up, Lin Zhihui shook his head, turned around and walked into the dark room, picked up the laptop and looked at it, and found that it couldn't be started, and the lights were broken.