Chen Zhan didn't know that his articles had caused bad luck to the male protagonist twice.
I drank a bit of wine last night, and my head still hurts, and I was not in the state when I was typing. After writing some intermittently, I was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Xiao Chen, are you there?" The old man's voice was full of anger.
Chen Zhan opened the door, his hair was messy and curled: "Good morning."
The old man couldn't stand it and pointed to his watch: "It's almost eleven o'clock."
Chen Zhan stretched, and when he saw the man standing behind the old man, the laziness in his eyes dissipated a little.
Tall, slightly long hair, there is a sentence in the novel... A pair of beautiful Danfeng eyes.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but twitched the corners of my mouth. This is because the recent silly white and sweet style of writing has affected the way of thinking.
Maybe it was because they drank together, the old man was a little closer to him: "This is the person I mentioned to you."
Chen Zhan glanced at it roughly. The shirt and black trousers were all ordinary except for the face.
"Hello." The man smiled and nodded to him.
Chen Zhan was silent for two seconds, and he would take the initiative to say hello. There was no hidden contempt in his eyes. He seemed to be the same as the original body, and he was an insignificant person in the book.
"Chen Zhan." He stretched out his hand and volunteered his name.
The man shook hands with him: "My surname is Yin, Yin Ronglan."
Chen Zhan withdrew his hand, stared at the person for a while, and hesitated: "Is the village still connected to the Internet?"
The man hummed softly, the kind with a rising tone, revealing doubts.
"It's nothing." Chen Zhan made a random excuse: "I'm easy to talk nonsense if I don't sleep well."
Looking at the other party's appearance, he has never seen his own black material at all, maybe he doesn't surf the Internet very often.
Several pieces of information were superimposed, and Chen Zhan couldn't help but doubt the man's purpose of approaching the old man again.
The old man greeted him to go to his room to sit, but he didn't notice the complicated look in Chen Zhan's eyes, but the man glanced lightly when Chen Zhan locked the door, and had a panoramic view of the emotions in his eyes.
There was another carton of milk beside the table, which should have been brought by Yin Ronglan.
Now that the door-to-door delivery is all similar, Chen Zhan feels a little perfunctory for some reason. He also doesn't stir up the atmosphere. After sitting down, he folded his arms and didn't say a word, showing the demeanor of a gang boss.
As early as when Chen Zhan and him were robbing him of the trash can business, the old man made a strange definition and was accustomed to Chen Zhan's performance.
Considering that Yin Ronglan doesn't like publicity, and Chen Zhan's life is shabby, directly indicating Yin Ronglan's identity may make him feel that there is a gap, the old man simplified and said: "Ronglan is doing some amazing business now, if you have the idea of doing business, You can ask him for advice."
Yin Ronglan's smile is meaningful. This sentence seems to be said to Chen Zhan, but it is actually a hint that he can help the other party if it is convenient for him. I couldn't help but glance at Chen Zhan, wondering what was so special about this young man.
Chen Zhan still looked like an old god at ease, obviously unmoved, but he acted as if he was asking for advice humbly.
Yin Ronglan's attitude seems to be quite mild: "Where do you want to start?"
Chen Zhan admitted that he had no brains in this regard, and thought for a while before saying, "Add a friend, and I will ask you privately when I think about it."
The real intention is much simpler and cruder. If you are lucky, you may be able to get to know this person through the circle of friends.
If someone else makes this request, 80% is to climb a big tree, but Yin Ronglan saw some other things in Chen Zhan's expression, such as... defense.
This perception is absurd and ridiculous.
There was an old man as a conciliator, Yin Ronglan was very talkative, and added WeChat in cooperation.
The three did not chat for a long time, Yin Ronglan answered the phone and left in advance.
Chen Zhanman said casually, "Mr. Yin seems to be very busy."
Old man: "Big company."
Chen Zhan suddenly asked, "Have you been to his company?"
The old man laughed: "Of course not."
Chen Zhan was thoughtful, and the old man asked one more question: "Hurry up and find a serious job. I think you stay at home every day, where can you earn income?"
Chen Zhan said solemnly, "Yes."
The old man hates that iron is not steel: "Does it depend on daydreaming?"
Chen Zhan shook his head: "Send your ex-girlfriend's money." After thinking about it, he felt that it was inaccurate, and added: "To be exact, it is the ex-secret lover."
"… "
The old man pouted. Twenty years ago, he could knock down ten of such an unruly young man with one punch.
After a delay during the day, Chen Zhan had to start coding as soon as he returned to the house after the chat.
[System: Every time the host completes a task, he will get the corresponding whitening value of the male match, which can be exchanged for props, and there is a chance to return to the original world after customs clearance.]
Chen Zhan's tone was not very good when he was rushing to the draft: "What is my current whitewashing value?"
[System: 60.]
Black to the depths of natural fans, there are actually people who have changed slightly because of reading his articles.
Chen Zhan asked casually, "How much can you get for completing your guilt-ridden mission?"
[System: … 30.]
The fingers jumping on the keyboard paused: "What's the use of you then?"
It's better to be down-to-earth.
In the next time, the system was not heard again.
Chen Zhan didn't care. Although he was a newcomer, the website paid a lot of attention to him. As a person with a bad reputation, if he stopped changing for no reason, it would be easy to lose some people who were really interested in novels.
I wrote intermittently until eight o'clock in the evening, and suddenly there was a word that I couldn't think of after racking my brains.
"An unexpected compliment, what is it?"
In silence, no one answered.
Chen Zhan called the sound system.
[System: What to shout? I am the system, not a dictionary!]
Chen Zhan pouted and chose to search online.
After coding and reviewing the draft, it was another half an hour in a flash.
After Chen Zhan published the chapter, he stretched out and twisted his stiff neck. Suddenly realizing that there was a discrepancy, the action stagnated for a while: "System."
[System: Don't ask if you are here, just let it go if you have something!]
Chen Zhan lowered his face: "What about the previous system?"
Judging from the tone of his speech, it is not a traditional one at all, the former is shy and the latter is irritable.
[System: It closed itself, now it's my turn to take you.]
"… "
Can vaguely guess the reasons for the autism of the previous system, Chen Zhan rationally did not ask any questions.
[System: Task 1 (whitewashing of the male supporting role) invites the host to join the public welfare.]
Chen Zhan: "Isn't the task of plead guilty yet not completed?"
[System: Detects that the whitening value reaches the completion level, and randomly refreshes the task.]
Chen Zhan opened the door to a new world: "In other words, as long as I can get the whitewash value, it doesn't matter if I finish the task you set."
[System: ... Just know it in your heart, shut up for Lao Tzu!]
After a short silence, Chen Zhan couldn't help but miss the previous system.
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Lin.
After a day's work, Lin Chiang hesitated to look at his phone.
In his opinion, Chen Zhan is just a clown jumping on the beam. Lin Chiang once wanted to report Feng Wen, but Chen Zhan's article is quite realistic, and the words are vaguely belittling him.
But in just two chapters, he was first scolded by his girlfriend, and then he was suspended for a few cards.
Lin Chiang frowned, hesitating whether to read the third chapter.
Looking at the red release time, I finally clicked in—
The first few hundred words are the author's disdain for throwing money without change.
Lin Chiang shook his head and continued to read:
When I bought the Band-Aid and rushed out, she just hired a taxi and threw the blood-stained tissue into the trash can.
I stood there in awe.
At this moment, a man wearing a peaked cap and a mask passed by the trash can and accidentally threw his mobile phone into it when he threw a coffee cup.
Passers-by couldn't help smirking, and pretended not to see it, so that the man wouldn't be so embarrassed to turn over the trash can.
Out of boredom, I leaned my arms behind the pillar and took a few more glances.
When the man retrieved the phone, he breathed a sigh of relief. I was about to take my eyes back when I accidentally caught a glimpse of a dirty tissue paper hidden between the man's fingers, and there were sporadic blood spots on it.
For some reason, I just had a gut feeling that this was left by the woman before she got into the rental car.
Action was faster than reason, and when the man was about to leave on the bus, I followed.
Turned a page and prompted the author to write only here.
Lin Chiang was stunned for a moment, and turned around again with a fluke, making sure that the third chapter ended here.
With a slightly subtle look, I looked at the comments:
[Maria's hair: The author is not human here!]
[Jin Shu: Oh, grandstanding, by the way, is the update time fixed?]
[The world is safe: What kind of man is it if you stop here?]
Abusive comments have been reduced by half, and many are now urging updates.
Lin Chiang stared at the screen for a few seconds, put down the phone, and prepared to fall asleep. About eleven o'clock, he opened his eyes in the dark... Still wanting to know what happened next.
Because it involved his girlfriend, it was inevitable that he was a little more distracted. I wanted to call Jiang Ying to ask if she had any impression of what happened that day, but she was scolded after thinking about it, and the number was not dialed out.
With an odd mood, I registered a reader account on the website.
[On the willow tree by the pond: smashing a deep water, as long as the author has a second watch, he will be rewarded ten times.]
After doing all of this, I have an inexplicable feeling of being a thief.
Lying on the bed again, the cold sheets didn't seem to be warm at all. After ten minutes, Lin Chiang read the comment below and was already pressed down by the new urging.
Seeing this, I didn't know why I was relieved.
Before putting down the phone, I habitually refreshed it and found that the author replied to him ten seconds ago.
[Author's reply: Are you... lonely?]
There is a reader in the back who joins the fun and occupies the building: The nightlife is full of reading articles, can you not be lonely
In just one minute, there were seven or eight replies under this comment.
Lin Chi'ang pressed his eyebrows tightly, suspecting that Chen Zhan and him would be mutually exclusive. After a long while, he sneered, and it is not certain who is more lonely, the one who reads the text or the one who writes the text.
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Besides Chen Zhan, he just replied to the comments when he was insomnia.
"Sure enough, staying up late to work is a must." Chen Zhan stared at the ceiling absently: "System."
[System: Let it go!]
Chen Zhan: "Can't sleep, come and chat."
[System: What exactly do you think of our system?]
Chen Zhan: "The most beautiful company."
[System: ... tell the truth.]
This time, Chen Zhan didn't answer immediately. After thinking carefully, he slowly said, "Provide free professional chat service."