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Zhou Zhe is very helpless about Jinjiang's "xenophobic" reaction. He himself was stimulated by the readers under him, and somehow remembered what happened before he was not reborn. There are not many people who are willing to stand on his side. Naturally, the update cannot be carried out properly under this cranky thinking. He himself had a high fever because he caught a cold from kicking the quilt on a rainy night. He slept in a daze and didn't know that he had a fever. , or the next day Luo Xuan got up early and wanted to do morning exercises with him on a whim and knocked on his door but didn't respond and found something was wrong with him, so scared that Luo Xuan rushed him to the hospital, Zhou Mengyan and Zhou Yuan didn't even go to class , guarding him in the hospital.

Zhou Zhe only felt hot and cold in a daze, sometimes it was as hot as if he had entered a steamer, and sometimes it was as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

He felt that he was probably dead, and now he was being punished to burn in the frying pan at the bottom of hell.

He thought again in a daze, although he felt that he was not a good person, but he shouldn't be so sinful that he would be put in a frying pan after death. Could it be that he has transmigrated into a world that attaches great importance to copyright, so he used to be like him? Do people who don't pay attention to plagiarism have to suffer after death?

Finally, the hot and cold feeling disappeared, and Zhou Zhe felt light again, as if floating in the air, and it was difficult to control himself.

Zhou Zhe found himself stopped in a room. He took a closer look and saw that there were several people inside, both men and women. Everyone was sitting on the floor chatting casually, and there were piles of snacks and desserts on the table.

Zhou Zhe could vaguely hear everything, but not really.

On TV, the national station happened to broadcast the noon news, but the news was louder than theirs. Zhou Zhe heard it clearly: Today is 2017... Lunar calendar...

Not 2029 years.

Zhou Zhe's eyes widened. At this time, a gust of wind blew, blowing Zhou Zhe's light soul among these people. Zhou Zhe heard them discussing the author's conference, discussing the outline, discussing the plot, or discussing the readers. full of joy.

There are no superior gods here, no seniors who point fingers, only authors of the same status, exchanging their own experiences with each other—you don’t need to worry about them stealing their own achievements, and you don’t need to worry about them accusing you of being naive. Although plagiarism is rampant nowadays, this After all, time is still the world of originality.

Zhou Zhe suddenly wanted to cry. He thought that if he hadn’t been born again inexplicably, he would have received the signing letter sent back by Jinjiang. He should have joined these people and become an author who would not be ridiculed for his original writing. Some people may accuse him of immature writing, and some people may give him negative marks because they don't like his stories, but Zhou Zhe knows that if he has not been reborn, no one in this world will isolate him because he writes original works.

Even though he is always optimistic, he can't help complaining in his heart. In 2017, plagiarism is very popular. Like him, there are many people who think that plagiarism is not a big deal. Why is he alone thrown into the dead original world? Why is it him? Woolen cloth?

The more Zhou Zhe thought about it, the more unwilling he felt. The horn was so drilled that it was almost impossible to pull it out. At this moment, he heard several urgent voices, which seemed to have a gravitational force pulling him out of the room. It made him fall into a daze again, the hot and cold feeling came back again, and he shouted in his heart, could it be possible to take a break in the middle of the frying pan?

But this time he was not suffering by himself, there were inmates around him. Zhou Zhe faintly heard someone talking beside him, but he couldn't hear it clearly. A pot, so he can't see the people around him.

After a long time, the voice gradually became clear and louder, and Zhou Zhe finally understood what the other party was shouting.

The other party was calling "A Zhe".

Zhou Zhe opened his eyes all at once.

A ray of white light pierced into his retina, causing him to narrow his eyes reflexively. After a long time, he opened them again, and Zhou Yuan's face appeared in front of him about two fists away. There were thick dark circles around his eyes. With a lot of bloodshot eyes, he looked in a very bad condition, but when he opened his eyes, he still smiled relaxedly.

It turned out to be just a dream.

Zhou Zhe thought in a trance.

"I..." He wanted to ask if he had been knocked down again, but when he opened his mouth, he found that his throat was very sore and dry.

"It's been burning all day." Zhou Yuan knew what he wanted to ask, and answered him while wiping his sweat, "I dare not let you continue to sleep. The doctor said that he must wake you up anyway."

It would be fine if Zhou Zhe had repeated fevers, but he was sent to the hospital after falling asleep with a cold and fever until he fell into a coma at night, and he never woke up. The doctor was worried that Zhou Zhe would fall asleep as soon as he fell asleep, so he told Zhou Yuan I have to find a way to wake Zhou Zhe up.

Strange to say, the fever couldn't come down when Zhou Zhe didn't wake up before, but after Zhou Yuan exhausted all means to wake him up, his fever slowly receded.

"Now the speed of recovery is getting faster and faster." Zhou Mengyan drove Zhou Yuan aside to rest in the evening, and took care of Zhou Zhe for dinner. She has never been jealous of Zhou Zhe's body. He said to Zhou Zhe in a relaxed tone, "Although it was a bit dangerous, it recovered faster than any previous sudden illness. If this continues, maybe you can come to the hospital by yourself if you have a fever."

No one needed to take care of him anymore, and the fever changed from a serious illness that could kill him to a minor illness.

Zhou Zhe smiled dryly, and Zhou Mengyan thought he was mentally weak so he didn't care about it. Only Zhou Zhe felt a little annoyed. He hadn't dreamed of the scene of his previous life for a long time. For more than a year, he had almost gotten used to everything here and accepted it. The memory of the original owner is also used to his different system from ordinary people. Everyone said that he has been less sick this year and maybe he will live a long and healthy life in the future. Zhou Zhe also accepted the fact that he was reborn, but in Zhou Zhe was undoubtedly shocked that he actually dreamed of scenes from his previous life during his coma.

A longing rose in his heart. He longed to go back to 2017. After all, there were his parents there, and the literary environment there was much better than here. When he graduated from high school, he went to Jinjiang to write essays, and he was also a great writer. This is not a place to realize dreams at all. He looked at the ceiling of the hospital, and his desire to go home grew stronger and stronger.

He did not cause the literary environment in this world to become like this. He has never participated in anything that persecuted original authors in the world's literary circles. Why should he alone bear the malice of the entire Jinjiang?

Zhou Zhe had something on his mind, and he was a lot more depressed than usual. After returning to school, he rarely communicated with his classmates. Everyone knew that he went to the hospital a few days ago. They just thought he was sick and lacked energy, so there was not much No one dared to disturb him, Zhou Zhe was digging into the horns, and when he was confused, he only felt that the people in his class isolated him like those authors in Jinjiang—he simply forgot that he was not lost.

In the Jinjiang author group, the authors cheered, and they guessed right. This kind of author who relies on the attention of bloggers has to keep her cold and not reply to her, so she can't make waves. Go find the author who has been digging troubles and feel complacent in the group. As long as you don’t get in touch with the other party, the other party will not have a chance to make a move. It depends on their management of fans. Other authors are not jealous. I think these authors have a good temper. They have been digging pits and provoking them again and again, but they can still hold back their temper and comfort their readers, preventing their readers from making trouble. If it were me, I would definitely not be able to bear this tone.

Readers who are chasing "Return to the Prosperous Age" waited and waited for an update. Recently, I have seen a lot of people who have been digging holes under other authors, and now I feel that this author is as irresponsible as everyone said , The novel said that it was a pit, and they all spoke out to blame-anyway, even if someone clicks into their reader column and sees their comment under "Return to the Prosperous Age", they can still say that they have left negative points, and they are not afraid of others.

Until this time, the old readers who didn’t like to go anywhere except under their own masters and Zhou Zhe’s few articles realized that something was wrong. In order to find out the situation, they finally clicked on BS and the previous authors who were desperately hated by Zhou Zhe It took a long time for them to get the answer—almost the whole of Jinjiang has been united and isolated and has been digging holes. Maybe because of everyone’s isolation, they couldn’t bear to leave Jinjiang. A beaming article, people are promoting the suspension of "Glorious Times" as a proof to force Zhou Zhe to leave. Old readers feel that if this is real life, this group of people might set off firecrackers to celebrate "God of Plague" up".

Old readers went back to "Looking Back on the Prosperous Age" and watched the latest chapter in silence for a long time. After refreshing again, a reader left a message saying: Thank you for persevering for so long, I hope you are well.

Thank you for appearing in this dark age, thank you for your willingness to try to change, I hope you will be safe in the three dimensions in the future, and never encounter these unfair treatments again.

No one kept him.

The people in Jinjiang wished that he would disappear forever. Old readers felt that only by leaving would they not be harmed. They had seen too many cases where they wanted to change the status quo but were unable to succeed.

Zhou Zhe sat in front of the computer desk and watched the blessings and comments of the old readers below, and was silent for a long, long time.

He thought for a while, opened the document and slowly typed out a departure statement.

However, before the fight was over, Luo Xuan opened the door and came in: "Little ancestor~" Although Zhou Zhe recovered quickly from his illness this time, he was very depressed. His older brothers and sisters spoiled him in different ways, and Luo Xuan Seeing his girlfriend around him all day long, he was full of jealousy, and recently he always called him "little ancestor".

Zhou Zhe closed the document abruptly, before he even had time to save it—the matter of writing on the Internet became something he didn’t want to mention, and he was even afraid that others would find out what naive things he had done—turned his chair and asked Said: "What's the matter?"

"Your sister plans to take you to skip class and go on a trip to relax." Luo Xuan smiled, "It's during the school sports meeting."

This year's school sports meeting is scheduled for one week after returning from the National Day, and the time is three days. Zhou Zhe is already a sophomore and does not need to go to the base camp to report. In addition, he can stay at home for a total of five days on weekends. Zhou Mengyan sees that he is always in a bad mood recently , and planned to take him on a trip.