Memorandum of Understanding of the Heavens and Worlds

Chapter 79
Seeing Husky run away, Lin Zhihui closed the door as if he had lost something, and felt that he needed to discuss his life with King Qin Guang, turned around and staggered, almost falling to the ground.

Why do you think the ground is soft and the whole house is shaking?Lin Zhihui stamped his feet hard and heard a banging sound. He felt relieved. It seemed that it was just his illusion. Then he felt relieved and returned to the computer. Suddenly he remembered that he had not bought sandbags yet. He closed the page and logged in to shop. When I was about to search for products on the website, a beep sounded, and the chat software in the lower right corner of the screen kept flashing.

Seeing that it was a very familiar profile picture, Lin Zhihui clicked on it.

The general idea is that on the 16th (Sunday) of this month, an author interview meeting will be held on Tonghai City TV Station, and all those selected in the second round of "Top Ten Internet Writers" in Tonghai City will be invited to participate, and the selected authors will be divided into ten groups , are in charge of different editors, she is the person in charge of this group, sincerely hope that No. [-] Under Heaven will attend, and look forward to meeting him.

"The author's interview meeting?" Lin Zhihui felt a little dizzy, his head was buzzing, and he muttered to himself: "This is not just a matter of voting, but also a show, and it's not about being an actor." But after all, he One glance at the name "Bi'an" next to the profile picture, and I immediately remembered that it was Chu Qianning. They were friends after all. Chu Qianning was also a loyal reader of "The Rise of the God Emperor". Do.

"Isn't it just an interview meeting? Little boy, I'll be there on time." Lin Zhihui moved his hands on the keyboard, replied to Chu Qianning, and said to himself vaguely: "Brother not only wants to be a master of Internet literature, but also an Internet celebrity Great God, Great God of the Universe..."

Before the last sentence was finished, it became a snoring sound, and the chair rubbed against the floor making a harsh sound. Lin Zhihui closed his eyes, and slid under the table, his face flushed, lying sprawled On the ground, sound asleep.

He just thought that flat peach juice can prolong life and has no side effects, but he forgot that it was also a thing of the immortal family. Back then, Sun Wukong secretly ate flat peaches in the peach garden and got drunk for three days and three nights before being caught by the seven fairies. With him, His magic power would be no match for the power of the flat peach, let alone the mortal Lin Zhihui, and the Tianshan fairy dew used to dilute it is a unique spiritual spring in the fairy world, containing the energy of heaven and earth. Ordinary immortals would not dare to drink it at will. .

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Chuangdian website.Urban Fiction Group.

Chu Qianning thought for a long time and planned to persuade the number one in the world to participate in the author interview, because according to his personality, he was [-]% not interested in these things, but he did not expect that as soon as the message was sent out, the number one in the world replied, and also He agreed without hesitation, making her words get stuck in her throat. She was really depressed.

"Why don't you shirk it, and just say a few more words to others." Chu Qianning muttered dissatisfiedly, and sent the specific time and place, as well as the dress code, to No. [-] Under Heaven, and there was no reply after waiting for a long time. Happily close the dialog box and start cleaning up the mood.

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The gloomy sky was filled with dark clouds.

A thunder.

Bean-sized raindrops fell rapidly, hitting the windows with a crackling sound, and the cold wind rushed in and blew the curtains.

Lin Zhihui sneezed, opened his eyes and found himself lying on the ground, the wind and rain were blowing outside, no wonder it was so cold.

Standing up while holding on to the table, my temples were still aching, and it felt like I was still hungover.

After half a minute of brain stagnation, Lin Zhihui recalled what happened, pinched the bridge of his nose hard, and walked into the bathroom.

After taking a hot shower, Lin Zhihui tidied up the house briefly. At the door of the garbage dump, put away the box containing flat peach juice. This is a good thing. Now there are only seven bottles left, which are just enough for his family. They must not be given away casually people.

He took out a box of frozen soup dumplings from the refrigerator and threw it into the microwave. Lin Zhihui sat in front of the computer with the milk and saw the dialog box on the screen.

"What kind of interview?" Lin Zhihui had no impression at all, glanced at him, showing no interest, but suddenly realized that he had agreed to participate, and couldn't help but cursed: "What the hell is this. I must be possessed, I regret not knowing Ok."

Although a real man can't say that it doesn't count, but if he can not participate in any ghost show, Lin Zhihui doesn't mind breaking his promise and getting fat. Maybe he doesn't know that the other side is Chu Qianning, and he doesn't admit it afterwards. What a pity.

After gulping down the milk, Lin Zhihui looked at the calendar. Tomorrow is the 16th, which is fine. Anyway, stretching the head is a knife, shrinking the head is also a knife, early death and early death.

However, it is estimated that there will be a delay of a few days. Fortunately, his task has been completed to the point that the rest of them are not in a hurry.

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At noon the next day, Lin Zhihui came to Tonghai TV station on time wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans.

As the largest TV station in the entire coastal area, Tonghai TV Station is powerful and well-known throughout the country. A flamboyant nanny car drove by, and dozens of reporters with long guns and short cannons and microphones swarmed up immediately, blocking the gate tightly.

Lin Zhihui didn't follow stars, and he didn't like to join in the fun, so he stood in the distance and waited for a while. When the nanny's car drove away, the crowd dispersed and continued to squat, then walked over, passed through the gate built in imitation of the Arc de Triomphe, and entered the TV station.

The invitation letter sent by the author backstage indicated that the location was the ninth studio on the west side of the tenth floor. Lin Zhihui had seen the schematic diagram in the lobby on the first floor, and took the elevator to the tenth floor to the tenth studio without much effort.

A lot of people have already gathered outside the studio. There is a sign of "Top Ten Internet Writers Interviews" at the entrance of the elevator. You can see it when you come out. In addition to the editors in charge of each website and the staff of the TV station, the number is considerable, but it is naturally not a problem for Tonghai TV Station, which occupies a large area and is luxuriously equipped, enough to hold two Spring Festival Gala at the same time.

Walking along the corridor, Lin Zhihui saw Chu Qianning in a light-colored dress at a glance, standing at the door of a lounge and looking out.

"Huh, it's you?" Chu Qianning also saw Lin Zhihui, waved to him who was coming, and said with a smile, "What a coincidence, I didn't even know you worked in a TV station."

Lin Zhihui smiled and saw several people coming out of the lounge. He didn't want to trouble Chu Qianning, so he took out his mobile phone and handed it to her.

Chu Qianning was puzzled, and looked down at the author's invitation letter on the screen. The smile on her face froze immediately, and she slowly raised her head and opened her eyes wide: "So you are...".

(End of this chapter)