In other words, this talent is telling Song Yucheng. The original body does not have any talent, the only thing he has is diligence and sincerity. But ironically, for an ordinary person who lacks luck, hard work and sincerity are the most useless things.
Some vague picture flashed in his mind, and Song Yucheng's eyes were suppressed, full of anger. As for the original irony towards the original body, they all turned into unspeakable sorrow and pity.
After all, what more can you ask of an ordinary person who hasn't been seen in the eyes since he was a child? Perhaps he can struggle to survive until today, it is already thankful.
You know, even Yuanzheng's parents never praised him.
Pressing his chest, Song Yucheng's heart was instantly filled with the sorrow and loneliness that Yuanshen had endured so far. At the same time, the strong unwillingness and desire for success echoed in his blood non-stop.
No one wants to be mediocre for a lifetime, and no one is willing to be subdued for a lifetime. No matter how ordinary he is, no matter how unlucky he is, there is still a heart in his heart that longs to be recognized by others.
That's why in the original world, he was so devoted to Feng Jin. Because Feng Jin was the first person who was willing to look at him squarely, even if this kind of looking at him was just for insult.
Want to be recognized, even if only some people. I also want to know what it takes to really raise my head and walk forward proudly.
The remnant will of the original body whispered his humble wishes. That kind of confusion is like an immature plum, just one bite, it is so sour that people can't speak.
In fact, he is also a poor man.
Perhaps it was moved by his similar family background, or perhaps because of his low self-esteem appeal, Song Yucheng was able to understand Yuanshen's mood for the first time, and gave him a promise.
"Don't worry, I'll make your wish come true for you." After speaking, Song Yucheng sighed and didn't rush out to buy medicine. Instead, he leaned against the door to think about the future.
The current situation is like poking a hornet's nest, with no money, no power, no time, and a lot of internal and external troubles. But no matter what, it is still necessary to wash away the dirty water of the website forum first.
"Go and find out how to post pictures on this forum." Song Yucheng ordered the system.
"I found it, and it's all the simplest code. My lord, this website is so low, the server is rotten, you can just mess around with it. [National Treasure-style Confidence]"
"Then let's spread the rumor immediately."
"What should I do?" The system was puzzled, feeling unable to do anything. However, Song Yucheng's answer almost made it spit out directly.
"You don't have to ask. Of course, you can directly post the photo of the inflatable doll to the forum, and put the photo of the invoice from the hotel checkout. As for the content... Don't post it for now. When the popularity of these two photos heats up, I will I'm telling you." After all, he has been an agent in the second world for a long time, and Song Yucheng is very familiar with this kind of low-level slander.
Therefore, after the confession, he went out to buy medicine. The illness still needs to be cured. You can't die just because you got hung up on the author's forum!
This person, only by living first can he look forward to turning around later.
Song Yucheng sighed, and walked towards the pharmacy. After he came back from buying the medicine and took the anti-fever pills, the system also accurately reported the situation on the forum to him.
"My lord, I can't do it anymore. How dare these people who write online articles dare to think about it! [Suddenly laughing to death]"
"What's the matter?" Song Yucheng didn't bother to turn on the phone, and asked the system to read it to him, and then he laughed too.
It's really a strange brain circuit. Originally, Song Yucheng thought that he had to guide him properly in order to achieve his goal smoothly. However, these passer-by writers who are good at divergent thinking, unanimously spilled blood, and began to fill their brains with Song Yucheng, Feng Jin, and the love and hatred of inflatable dolls.
"I bet a carrot, the two of them have a threesome with this blow-up doll!"
"Inflatable doll: this night, I'm exhausted."
"Feng Jin: Is it delicious, or is the inflatable concubine attractive? What should I do? I can't tell the difference because of the medicine."
"Hey, hey, you guys upstairs calm down, now we are cracking down hard!"
"I don't care about crackdowns, I just want to know what position they are in."
"So why didn't anyone raise the possibility that Feng Jin and the inflatable doll have a spring night, and Yiyang is just a watcher. Have you read his article? At four o'clock in the morning, there was an update!"
"Hahahaha, so Yiyang bought the inflatable doll home because he was jealous of the inflatable doll? Yiyang: In this world, only I can captivate the eyes of Young Master Feng."
A bunch of speculations, some and others, always made the post turn several pages. Song Yucheng was a little shocked at the combat effectiveness of these writers, and then took advantage of the situation to throw out the truth.
Song Yucheng prepared a rather long statement for the system, the general content of which was related to that night.
But in this statement, Song Yucheng highlighted three points.
First, he was forcibly taken away by Feng Jin's subordinates at the entrance of the bar, not voluntarily. And after being locked in the hotel, the door of the room was locked all the time. He can't get out at all. It was not until the morning that the combination lock became invalid and unlocked. Regarding this, he has evidence, and will report to the police against Feng Jin's subordinates.
Second, nothing happened between Feng Jin and him at all, but he was forced to watch a real-life pornography of a blow-up doll play all night. In addition, he would take the inflatable doll away, just to leave evidence, so that he can easily prove what he said is true.
Thirdly, the money Feng Jin gave was too little, he bought this inflatable doll for three thousand two and the hotel. I really want to make compensation, one 888 is definitely not enough. It doesn't matter if you don't have money, but don't be blind and don't know the words on the invoice.
As soon as this statement came out, the forum, which had become extremely lively because of this incident, exploded again.
"Damn it! This melon is so powerful, is it reversed?"
"Hahahaha, no, it's so reasonable and well-founded, I suddenly feel that all the real hammers I picked up before are just as funny."
"The dog's blood is bloody. If you want me to say that you don't need to bother to write any street articles, just write this. The cliff is the template for the first gold!"
Many passers-by who had been eating melons in silence just now couldn't help laughing along with them. As for those who have complained about Song Yucheng, they are discussing eagerly as if they have lost their memory.
After all, for these people, gossip itself is what attracts their attention. As for the truth, who cares? If you have bigger breaking news, you can reverse it in the forum.
But Song Yucheng never left any room for slaps in the face. And after passing through Xie Qianchen's world, the ones he hates the most are those keyboard warriors who blindly stand on the moral high ground without using their brains.
Just look at the authors who are still happily posting and discussing gossip in those forums. Almost all the authors who have complained about Song Yucheng have received an email. The content was a lawyer's letter issued against them for slandering Song Yucheng.
The originally lively forum suddenly became deserted. And those authors who spread rumors and caused trouble were quickly found by their own editors, who asked them to stop slandering Song Yucheng immediately and apologize.
"Why? I just ate a melon! Lu Yiyang just stayed in the hotel with that young master named Feng Jin for one night. I said a few words, what's so wrong? Ask me to apologize? It's absolutely impossible!" Some The grumpy author lost his temper with the editor directly. But then, the editor's words made them all dumbfounded.
"You don't need to apologize, then Lu Yiyang can also sue you. In your eyes, you just ate melons, but according to the laws of the country, the ones you use to eat melons are similar to [bitch], [slut], [owed], etc. Such words have constituted a slander to Lu Yiyang's personality. They are also suspected of maliciously fabricating scandals and language violence. The website is only responsible for notifications and will not intervene in your lawsuit. You know what to do." The author who doesn't code well and only thinks about doing things all day long is also very tired and crooked. After talking about the powerful relationship, the conversation ended directly.
Now, those authors who had vowed never to give in, suddenly became discouraged. There is no other reason, although civil lawsuits caused by crimes of slander and cyber violence are rare these days. But for most bosses, being sued or being sued is mostly a symbol of bad character.
These keyboard warriors dare to do whatever they want on the Internet, but because no one knows them through the network cable, they pretend to be messengers of justice one after another. When things really come to their heads, they are more afraid than anyone else.
There is no other reason. They don't want to see the way their parents, neighbors or even people in their work unit look at them when they receive a court summons. They are also afraid of what others will think of them in the future. I'm afraid that the label of a gossip woman will be crowned on my head.
Therefore, even though his face was swollen from the beating now, he could only hold back his anger and apologize to Song Yucheng. As for the posts related to this incident in the forum, they were also quickly deleted.
At this moment, Feng Jin on the other side also saw Song Yucheng's response, and was so angry that he dropped the cup in his hand. And what embarrasses him the most is actually Song Yucheng's sentence, "It doesn't matter if you don't have money, but don't be blind."
Feng Jin originally thought that Song Yucheng had a crush on him, so he did this on purpose. The random eight-eight-eight is also implying that Song Yucheng does not want toads and wants to eat swan meat.
It turned out to be good now. It was revealed that Song Yucheng was a fool, but he actually changed hands and reposted this post on the school's forum. Judging by the popularity and number of views, I wish most of the students in the school saw it.
As for the reply that followed, there was a lot of sarcasm. Someone even left a message anonymously, asking if Feng Jin can't do it? Otherwise, Song Yucheng is a living person anyway, Feng Jin went looking for an inflatable doll instead of looking for the real person. This is also the turning point of God Nima.
"Delete the post, quickly find someone to delete all these posts for me!" Feng Jin was so angry that his first reaction was to call Song Yucheng. As a result, I got a reminder that the other party has shut down. Ask someone to check again, and find that Song Yucheng has blocked him.
So I was rejected by Song Yucheng? Disliked by a good-for-nothing who is so poor that he struggles to eat, who is in class or at the end of the crane
Feng Jin was so angry that he stood up directly from the stool, wishing he could immediately ask someone to drive to Song Yucheng's house to block them. However, this was just his good wish, and it fell into Song Yucheng's hands. Feng Jin's face this time, no matter whether he wants to or not, he can only lose it.
In just one afternoon, I don't know how many of Feng Jin's buddies called to inquire about the authenticity of this matter. There would even be a rival of the basketball team who sent him a box of Viagra with a text message attached.
"Brother, it's okay, but if you don't, take some medicine. Don't keep fucking the inflatable doll just because you're worried about being complained about by Xiao Qinger. The hotel is so dirty. I don't know who used it before."
"!!!" Feng Jin was so angry that he almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood. For a long while I didn't know what to say. As for the lower body, there was an indescribable awkwardness, as if it had been crawled by bugs.
He didn't need to tell his deadly enemy, he also understood how many people had used that inflatable doll. Even if he vaguely remembered that he was wearing a condom, he was so disgusted that it couldn't get any worse.
However, bad things always happen one after another. Just as he dropped his cell phone, a servant knocked on the door and came in and shouted at him anxiously: "Master, what should we do? It seems that the police came outside and said they wanted to talk to us." Forensics."
Feng Jin's follower was also really at a loss. He never expected that what Song Yucheng said to call the police turned out to be true.
Things are getting bigger.
Forums, schools, word travels fast. After alerting the police, Feng Jin's family soon found out about the incident.
"Stupid! That's what I usually teach you? You have thrown away all the members of the Feng family!"
Feng Jin's father was so angry that he slapped Feng Jin's face directly, and even Feng Jin's mother was so angry that she kept covering her chest. But now, just scolding is useless. In the end, things have to be settled first.
Just like that, Feng Jin's parents simply locked Feng Jin at home, and together they went to deal with a lot of troubles that Feng Jin caused.
But Song Yucheng on the other end, after solving the troubles in front of him, turned on his old computer... and started typing.
Time to start writing ten thousand. Finally feeling a little better, Song Yucheng was inexplicably excited facing the document.
However, the system is very broken: "My lord, I need to rest before I recover from my illness! Don't make trouble, you can write 10,000 characters anytime."
However, Song Yucheng's answer made the system feel an inexplicable sadness: "I can rest, but these readers won't wait for you."
There is no way, the current Internet circle is like this. The god is above, pink is everywhere, and there are countless rising stars behind him. As for the old transparency in the middle, there are countless.
Not to mention anything else, just the part-time website where the original body is located, there are too many good writers and works. And the text written by the original author is not perfect, and if he is not diligent enough, why should the readers stay for him
There will never be pies that fall in vain.
Song Yucheng sighed, and looked carefully at the outline and detail outline left by the original body, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart.
Some things have to be seen to be believed in order to understand how heavy it is.
When inheriting the memory of the original body, Song Yucheng also knew that the original body was a very hardworking and diligent person. But only after being in the real scene, Song Yucheng understood how hard it was. This is very hardworking, and how hardworking it is.
A full article is only 600,000 words, and the outline alone is 100,000. And this one hundred thousand detailed outline is not a simple outline. After repeated pondering and labeling.
Not only is it necessary to change the perspective, but to stir up emotions to climax and lay out these big directions, the original body even clearly marks every small detail and what kind of characteristics need to be highlighted.
It's a pity that I'm doing it seriously, I don't have enough brains, I don't have enough writing skills, and the finished product can only be regarded as mediocre. It's no wonder that he wants to use the number of words in exchange for readers' likes.
Withdrawing his thoughts, Song Yucheng finished all the plots to be written today according to Yuanshen's original habit.
In fact, it was really hard work.
Unlike the talented Xie Qianshen in the second world, it was extremely difficult for Yuan Shen to write this chapter. Not only do you have to consider the words you use, but you even have to stop from time to time to interrogate yourself. Is what you write really what readers want to see
If not, you have to constantly overthrow the rewrite.
After tossing around like this, Song Yucheng wrote the agreed 10,000 words from three o'clock in the afternoon to three o'clock in the morning. During this period, he didn't even have time to drink a sip of water. But when he entered the background of the website and planned to post, he was shocked by the comments in the comment area below the article.
I don't know whether to describe it as too many boring people, or to sneer at the clever Second Second who likes to point out the country and complain about these people's comments.
From Song Yucheng's point of view, Yuanshen's essays were indeed not top-quality, but they were not so bad that they committed a heinous crime. But just looking at the comments under this article, it seems that it is the ugliest novel in the world, and it is so exaggerated that if you want to read one more word, you will be blinded.
"Horrible writing style. Even primary school students are not popular with Marysu writing style. Does the author have not even graduated from primary school?"
"Shuangwen should also be logical, okay! As far as this setting is concerned, where did you learn it from Wanwan Xiaoyan more than ten years ago?"
"The author's idiot has been identified. If the website can make such an article on the list, it must be a pill sooner or later. There must be something shady."
There are even those who seem to have no brains to follow the trend blindly, without even reading the article, just follow these abusive comments and shout, "Thank you for demining."
Every word and sentence seems to be unintentional, but the harm to people is huge. Even someone as determined as Song Yucheng was a little annoyed after reading it.
But really go fuck it! It's just writing a web article, and if you want to live on it, why do you have to kneel down to these trolls, right? Being so useless, and writing some counterattack cool articles, I have lived like cannon fodder.
Song Yucheng was lucky, and after he casually put the written update on it, he managed to calm down.
At the same time, he looked carefully at the original body's comment area, only to feel that something was getting more and more wrong. I even feel that some comments with negative scores, although the names are different, but the tone is unexpectedly similar.
"System, find out who these people are who are responsible." Song Yucheng subconsciously checked the original body's memory. I found a very subtle situation, that is, those who leave negative reviews spend a lot of time leaving reviews. It's no different from the group.
As for the content of the comments, it is nothing more than rubbish, the author is brain-dead, illogical, and there are shady things on the list, these old four things. But if it is a real reader, even if the brain circuits of cursing are the same, they will not all be concentrated at the same moment.
Song Yucheng felt that the things here should not be so simple. But in the Internet circle, the water will also become like the entertainment circle? Song Yucheng pondered for a while, and decided to ask for a certificate.
However, the conclusion given by the system afterwards made Song Yucheng feel very ridiculous and very heartbroken.
After all, it is a high-tech that does not exist in this world. But in just a few minutes, the system found out what the identities behind the vests of these so-called cursing readers were.
Sure enough, as expected by Song Yucheng, 80% of them were not real wild readers, but the little transparent ones in the author circle who were at the same time as the original body.
As for their reason for doing so is also very simple - jealousy. In their eyes, someone who writes as badly as the original body does not deserve a list or statistics at all.
As for those wild readers who seem to be sincere, they are not very advanced. They are just the kind of brainless trolls who leave messages and abuse the author without writing. Anything that doesn't fit your own aesthetics is a bad real second-stage patient.
Looking at the conclusions summarized by the system, the smile on Song Yucheng's lips became colder and colder.
"My lord, what should we do now?" The system was also so angry that it wished to directly hack the computers and phones of these people, and let the resentful spirits in the second world make them all kneel down and call Dad.
However, Song Yucheng's answer was once again beyond the expectations of the system, "It's nothing to do, just keep writing. Isn't the talent of the original body called [my sincerity and hard work can touch your heart]? Then show the greatest sincerity And just try to impress them."
"As for those black authors..." Song Yucheng's eyes showed a hint of cunning, "Isn't it about to be listed on v? After checking when those will be listed on v, let's put them on the shelves together!"
"..." The system was suddenly speechless, and even felt that Song Yucheng was going crazy. The rankings on the website are based on the income of thousands of words. It depends on Song Yucheng's current end point. Although the others are also on the street, they are still far behind!
The point is that God Nima's talent, what use can it be! Is it possible that readers will really stay to see Song Yucheng because of his hard work? I'm afraid it's not funny. This is the first time the system feels that his master's plan may come to nothing.