After 098 was quiet, Ling Chunan began to move.
Ling Chunan typed very fast, and within a short while, rows of small black characters appeared on the screen.
When Ling Chunan started to move, 098's attention was completely attracted to the past.
Just now, 098 followed Ling Chunan to read Mullinke's novel. Although his memory is not very good, the system has a built-in scanning function, which can completely turn out the records at any time.
When Ling Chunan started to write, 098 still didn't quite believe that he could really write it, but as time went by, 098 had to admit that Ling Chunan could really do it, if it wasn't for what he saw with his own eyes, he would really distinguish Nope, this was written by two people.
This novel, Mulinke, has already been written in the middle and late stages, and the male and female protagonists are already together, just entering the tired and crooked period.
The heroine is a very cute girl, and there is no sense of disobedience under Ling Chunan's hands.
Mullinke's habitual 10,000-character chapter, Ling Chunan wrote for two hours, and then successfully found the backstage and published it.
Seeing the words that the publication was successful, Ling Chunan looked at his chubby fingers, his expression seemed a little distressed.
098, who was immersed in the host's powerful sigh, was a little puzzled, "What's wrong with the host?"
"The fingers are too fat and not flexible enough." Ling Chunan said, "It could have been done in an hour."
"...You can try the thought code word, it will be faster." 098 said.
Ling Chunan: "Handwriting compares to exercise."
"But you are in the virtual space now."
"Um?"
"No, no, the handwriting is good." 098 quickly changed his words.
Ignoring 098's flattery, Ling Chunan refreshed the article page, and there were already many comments on the new chapter just now.
[sofa! It's finally updated, I miss you so much! Take a seat and watch! ]
[It's great, I'm asking for more and more without pitfalls. ]
[Xiaoyan is finally with the male god, sweet and sweet, please continue to send sugar and ask for no abuse! ]
[Did something happen recently? Why haven't been updated for so long? If you are not feeling well, you don't have to rush to update, we can wait. ]
[Sprinkles flowers. ]
[Hehe, those upstairs are all people who haven’t seen the author’s photos. I feel disgusted when I think of such an ugly author I’ve fanned before, and I came here to smash a brick. Goodbye to the author. ]
[Upstairs, I love to look at it and not look at it. We are looking at the text, not the author's face. I really don't know what is being hypocritical. ]
…
The following comments were basically quarreling around the author's appearance. Ling Chunan dragged the comment to the bottom at will, and finally stopped his eyes on the newly appeared homepage announcement.
[Heroes cherish heroes, the reader in the spring breeze and drizzle will reward the downstream side of the world with an overlord ticket. ]
[Heroes cherish heroes, the reader in the spring breeze and drizzle will reward the downstream side of the world with an overlord ticket. ]
…
This prompt flashed more than twenty times in a row before finally stopping.
One overlord ticket represents 100,000 credit points, and more than 20 tickets are more than 2 million. After removing the handling fee deducted by Fengyun Culture, the author makes a net profit of more than 1 million. This income is more than a year for many ordinary authors to write articles. unearned.
For a time, both the author and the readers were boiling, and the forum almost exploded, discussing who the local tyrant reader was.
"Host, the male protagonist's readers are really rich." 098 sighed that although he had read the article, he was still shocked when he saw it again.
"It's quite local." Ling Chunan nodded.
How could the host agree with its statement so easily today? 098 felt a little strange, but there was nothing unusual about Ling Chunan, so he didn't think much about it. In a blink of an eye, he saw that Ling Chunan had already clicked on the male protagonist's article page, and it seemed that he was reading the article seriously.
Although this article of the male protagonist is plagiarized, he still has some changes in the choice of words and sentences. In the eyes of the aborigines in this world, it may be shocking and unique, but compared to the original work, it is somewhat superfluous and nondescript.
Ling Chunan probably read the updated content of the male protagonist, and then said: "This male protagonist can become a god, and the halo is too big."
"This kind of world is very popular now, and many male and female protagonists have this style." 098 said.
"Diaosi's counterattack, I know." Ling Chunan nodded in understanding, "but don't you think my world is more in line with this theme than his? Anyway, he is tall and handsome."
"Don't be discouraged, host, you have money."
As a great god for several years, Mulinke has indeed saved a lot of money, and his family is also very rich, and he has never been short of pocket money for living expenses, so it is not wrong for 098 to say so.
At this moment, the system announcement began to refresh the screen again.
[Heroes cherish heroes, reader Linyuan Xianyu offered Mu Linke one less overlord ticket. ]
[Heroes cherish heroes, reader Linyuan Xianyu offered Mu Linke one less overlord ticket. ]
[Heroes cherish heroes, reader Linyuan Xianyu offered Mu Linke one less overlord ticket. ]
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A full one hundred overlord tickets.
Young Master Mu Linke is Mu Linke, the current pseudonym of Ling Chunan.
After flipping through the plot and not finding the character of the reader's name, Ling Chunan asked, "098, who is this Linyuan Xianyu?"
"Go back to the host, when he voted just now, I followed the IP, but I didn't find the actual address." 098's voice was also a little confused, "It stands to reason that everyone in this world is bound with identity information, but I But I didn't find any information about him, as if... this person doesn't exist." 098 shuddered when he said this.
"understood."
At this moment, the alarm on Ling Chu Nanguang's brain rang.
After the doctor finished the physical examination and changed the medicine, Ling Chunan boarded the optical brain again and started coding again.
"Host, you don't really plan to continue the style of the original owner, do you?" Seeing that Ling Chunan actually wrote Mullinke's original novel again, 098 is a little unsteady. Before, Mullinke was crushed to death by the male protagonist. Yes, whether it's popularity or income, he, the old-fashioned god, has never surpassed the male protagonist, which is enough to show that the original style is not so pleasing in this world, but the original owner can't see clearly, so he looks for it again and again. The male protagonist was in trouble, and finally ended in death.
Thinking of this, 098 couldn't help but be a little worried, for fear that Ling Chunan would go to the dark on this wrong road.
Ling Chunan wrote the text attentively, and did not seem to hear 098's question. Just when 098 thought that Ling Chunan would not respond to it, he suddenly heard Ling Chunan speak, and he said, "At least after writing this. article."
098 breathed a sigh of relief.
Although Mullinke does not have the habit of writing outlines, Ling Chunan can roughly analyze the direction of the plot he originally planned from his writing habits. However, Ling Chunan insisted on finishing the novel and gave it a happy ending.
And during this time, every time Ling Chunan published an update, the mysterious reader named Linyuan Xianyu would give him an overlord ticket, which made Ling Chunan popular again in Fengyun Culture. And every time the other party voted, 098 made sure to work hard to check his information, but of course there was no result in the end.
Just as Ling Chunan posted the final chapter, the system prompt sounded.
"The counterattack value is +10%, the current counterattack value is 10%, please continue to work hard."
At the end of this day, it was just half a month since Ling Chunan came to this world, and it was also the day when Ling Chunan was discharged from the hospital.
His legs were healed, and the wound on his face could not be healed for the time being. Ling Chunan put on a mask. When he arrived at the door of the hospital, a floating car stopped in front of him with a beautiful drift. A harsh, mocking voice sounded in Ling Chunan's ear, "Yo! Are you discharged from the hospital?"
Inside the car window was a young woman wearing a bright red short skirt. Her long, white fingers were lazily placed on the window frame, and she said in a charitable tone: "Looking at you so pitiful, this young lady sent you a gift of kindness. It's done."
098: "The host is Mu Linjin, Mu Linke's cousin, 25 years old this year, and has a very bad relationship with Mu Linke."
Ling Chunan looked at her for two seconds without saying a word, then walked a few steps to the co-pilot's direction, opened the car door swiftly and shoved her overly large body in, "Go back to my house, thank you."
Mu Linjin's expression twitched, "...You're really welcome."
"You said you wanted to send me, Miss Mu should not regret it." Ling Chunan clicked the safety button for himself.
"Humph."
In the end, Mu Linjin still sent Ling Chunan to the outside of the house he bought. After he got out of the car, he picked up the disinfectant and sprayed the car again.
Ling Chunan just pretended that he didn't see it, and said goodbye to her cheerfully. Looking at the suspended car that was leaving, Ling Chunan retracted his expression and walked slowly towards the door.
Mullinke's house is very large, a two-story building, which is taken care of by housekeeping robots, and it looks spotless.
After the fingerprints entered, Ling Chunan collapsed on the sofa and pinched the fat on his body with disgust, "This body is too weak." However, the meat looked very tender, Ling Chunan swallowed. .
Since the hospital's monitoring facilities have no dead ends, Ling Chunan has restrained his desire to eat meat during this period of time. 098 thought that his disease had recovered. Seeing Ling Chunan raising his hand, 098 panicked, the host Wouldn't it be biting itself again, it hurriedly shouted: "Host, wait!"
"What?" Ling Chunan turned around in confusion.
"Would you like to wait any longer? He might be here soon..." Biting others is better than biting yourself, 098 thought without any guilt.
Ling Chunan naturally knew who 098 was talking about, and asked, "Didn't he come a long time ago?"
"Ah? Where is it?" 098 was confused, "Wait, you don't mean..."