The person responsible for serving as his instructor is Professor Wang Jianan, who teaches basic computer courses.
However, Professor Wang obviously didn't care about guiding him to complete the work. After the computer room dropped the sentence and thought about it carefully, he didn't know where he wandered off.
What to do
I just wanted to ask for advice.
Facing a blank screen, Hao Yun tapped the mouse with his index finger. He almost lost the left button and couldn't think of any clues.
It was a program that could make people think about life. This was the first time he had heard of such a weird test question.
"...Actually, this is a philosophical question, right?"
No, maybe it's a math problem.
After all, what else in the world can make people doubt life more than mathematics
"Forget it, I might as well do something else just sitting here..."
Anyway, he had nothing to do, so Hao Yun opened Xiake.com and went into the author's backstage to take a look.
There are 222 collections and 1444 clicks. The numbers are quite auspicious, but he can’t tell anything without being recommended.
As for the author's background, there is still no news of signing.
However, Hao Yun is not in a hurry. Although he has never written a serial novel, he can still use the search tool.
According to the experience imparted by those online netizens who look like masters, you don’t need to look at the data before making the first recommendation, because you can’t see anything. Whether you want to continue writing or not, you have to wait until you get the first recommendation.
Thinking of this, Hao Yun stopped looking at the author's backstage and opened the comment area.
Originally, he wanted to see what these people were saying about him, but he didn't expect that when he got in, the only ones who advertised were those who urged updates.
[I beg the author for a big update!]
[What a cheat! I just felt something, why is it gone?]
[Woo woo woo, no way, no way, it’s only seven chapters and it’s cut?]
[The author is dead and has to burn the paper.]
“…”
Damn it, didn’t your dad just take a day off
How much hatred
Patience, Hao Yun typed a line "Don't be impatient, I'll write it now" and sent it, then opened the txt file that comes with the system.
The plot was all in his head, so he didn't need to think too much.
The only drawback is that his typing speed is so slow that when he occasionally misses work, he can't help but think to himself, if only these words could run to the screen by themselves...
I wrote from noon to evening, and finally finished two chapters.
[In the eighth chapter, there is a sword fight in the forest, and Yun Zhonghe survives from a desperate situation. After a heart-to-heart talk in the temple, the little fire god went west to ask for help.]
[Text:...]
[Author's note: Sorry, something delayed me for a while yesterday. Please be patient.]
"Anyway, let's upload one chapter first."
The remaining chapter 9 will be saved as a manuscript and will be posted tomorrow.
After setting the timer to send, Hao Yun saw that it was getting late, so he turned off the computer, got up and left the computer room.
During the past few days of military training, the canteen was packed every day during meal time.
If you don’t want to lick your plate, it’s better to go early…
…
canteen.
Because it was not lunch time, there were not many people.
After finishing his meal, Hao Yun happened to see an acquaintance waving his little hand towards him, so he walked over there.
Putting down the dinner plate across the dining table, Hao Yun, who had just sat down, picked up his chopsticks and was about to eat when he heard Lin Mengmeng sigh softly and complain in a low voice.
"I've been really exhausted lately."
"Is it that competition called Shining Stars?"
"That one is almost ready..." Lin Mengmeng muttered, picking up the chili peppers in the bowl with chopsticks, "but my agent doesn't seem to want to leave me idle at all, and has applied for another casting for me. "
"Casting?"
While talking about this topic, Hao Yun suddenly had a strange premonition in his heart.
Could it be—
"Well, the new film "Jialan Yu" by the great director Tian Ye has a female supporting role who doesn't have many roles in it. Because the filming location happened to be in Jiangcheng, Teng Teng - my agent, wanted me to go to the crew to try out mirror."
Damn it
It really is? !
Hao Yun stared at her blankly for a while, and then spoke after a long time.
"Well, isn't that nice?"
"What a great job," Lin Mengmeng pouted. "The location is far and remote. It would take me half a day to get back and forth from school. And I don't want to be an actor. What's fun about filming? Music is more interesting."
To be honest, Hao Yun felt the same way.
As far as his own feeling is concerned, she is obviously more suitable for singing. As for acting... she might feel a little dull
Every time he thought about this, Hao Yun couldn't help but want to complain, what is the standard for judging potential value by this broken system.
It must be broken...
"Speaking of which, why did you come to eat so early today? Don't you need military training?"
Hao Yun: "The dean said I don't need to train anymore. I just need to participate in the Hope Cup Programming Competition within the month."
Lin Mengmeng was dumbfounded.
"Ah?! Can this still happen?!"
"...Actually, I'm quite surprised."
After a moment of silence, she said with envy.
"Maybe this is the top student."
I don’t know if it’s my own imagination.
Mr. Hao Yun felt that the expression on her face seemed a bit pity...
…
Went back to the dormitory after dinner.
As soon as Hao Yung entered the door, he heard Old Zheng pulling Zhou Xuan and discussing the chapter he had just uploaded.
Maybe it's because the military training is too boring. Recently, this guy has become obsessed with reading novels. He reads "The Legend of Shushan Swordsman" every time he meets someone, acting like a die-hard fan.
Zhou Xuan, on the other hand, had a confused expression on his face. He awkwardly changed the topic several times to express his intention to leave, only for Lao Zheng to forcefully bring the topic back.
Seeing Hao Yun coming back from outside, Zhou Xuan seemed to have seen a savior, so he quickly grabbed him and said something to say.
"Brother Yun! Do you feel good without having to undergo military training? Are you feeling high?"
"Hey der, I've been in the computer room for a whole day, but for one thing, the air conditioner there is really cool."
"Fuck! Do you listen to what I'm saying?"
He also saw Hao Yun standing at the door, and Lao Zheng, who was still unsatisfied, finally let Zhou Xuan go and started a new round of Amway.
"Brother Yun, have you read the book "The Legend of Shushan Swordsman" that I recommended to you last time?"
"...Not yet, what's wrong?"
"I'm telling you, that book is awesome. Based on my experience as a bookworm for ten years, it will definitely become a hit!"
Hao Yun couldn't help but rolled his eyes.
"It's okay to be a bookworm for ten years. You can just say that you have been reading since you were in your mother's womb."
Although I don’t know where this guy got the book from, the way he brags about it makes him, the person who uploaded it, embarrassed.
Seeing that Hao Yun was indifferent to his Amway, Zheng Xueqian sighed deeply.
"It doesn't matter, high-end literature is always highbrow, so I'd better keep the good stuff to myself and appreciate it! Hey, I just don't understand what the author thinks? Just update a chapter a day, and occasionally let go of the doves, the devil will give it to him Sign."
Hearing these words, Hao Yun was slightly stunned.
"Is the signing related to the update?"
Zheng Xueqian rolled his eyes at him and said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"What if? If you were the editor, would you rather sign a contract with a newer and more stable author, or would you rather sign a contract with an old eunuch?"
"...You haven't written anything before, how do you understand it so well?"
"Haha, I'm a bookworm of twelve years, what do you think?"
Hao Yun didn't answer because he didn't know how to answer at all.
I always feel…
He seems to have an idea why he hasn't signed a contract yet.