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In the dim and small room, the messy computer desktop was piled up with various food wrapping papers, and the quilts on the bed almost all slid to the floor and curled up into a ball.The only light in the whole room was the cold fluorescence of the computer screen. Suddenly, a pale hand stretched out from the mattress on the bed, paused in the air for a while, and then held the mouse firmly.

Slowly crawling out of the mattress, he groped and sat in front of the computer, almost closing his eyes and clicking on the screen.

The next second, there was a short cell phone ringing in the room. The person sitting in front of the computer desk seemed to be stunned for a moment. He looked back, "There is still electricity? Better than me." He scratched his hair and stood up , went to the bed and lifted all the mattresses and pillows, and finally found his mobile phone in the crack of the bedside table.

Glancing at the screen, the man hesitated before picking up, "Hello? Who is it?"

"Yellow-haired kid?"

"How do you know my pen name?" The voice became sober all of a sudden.

The voice on the phone instantly rose an octave, almost yelling against the phone: "You're hot! Huangmao, your novel is popular!"

Yu Zishi's eyes opened completely in an instant, "Are you an old thief?"

"It's me! Turn on the computer and read the comments! Huangmao, you're hot!"

Yu Zishi rushed to the computer in a flash, plugged in the network cable in a hurry, held the phone in one hand, and quickly clicked on the webpage with the other, "Old thief, which article? The humiliation of Han Xin's crotch, or the young woman Bailian?"

"Your new article! Xiao Heyue is chasing Han Xin!" The people over there were obviously very excited, "Do you know who wrote a long comment for you? You will never guess it, King Zhou You! Fuck it, King Zhou You Huangmao, you are too hot to be tolerated!"

Yu Zishi almost shook the mouse in his hand, "King Zhou You? No. 1 in the altar of Internet literature, the King Zhou You who has been a god for more than ten years?"

"That's him! Huang Mao..." The old thief over there was still talking, but Yu Zishi, who had already opened the webpage, was staring at the bloody storm in the comment area, and could no longer hear anything.

Where is the comment area, it is simply the Spring and Autumn National War!This made Yu Zishi, who usually reads and reads a few comments over and over again, a little confused for a moment.

Is he really on fire?

He is really hot.

As the first male writer to write historically high-end pornography, Yu Zishi wrote online articles for four or five years, and finally became famous in one battle.

He flipped through the comments, feeling agitated.High-rise buildings rise from the ground, and there are all kinds of comments, but they are roughly divided into three schools.One group is his usual readers, all of them are "the people who eat melons are so panicked", and the other group is the scolders who came after hearing the news, and the general style is "What is this article about? That dead eunuch King Zhou You has convulsions?", The most surprising other faction has only one person.

Yu Zishi finally turned to the tallest building, staring at the ID under the long comment in a daze, the green five-point character, the correct Song typeface, only three characters.

King Zhou You.

It has been ten years, and this ID who had disappeared for nearly ten years reappeared, just like when he quit the tennis world, he instantly stirred up countless waves and swept the entire tennis world.

Yu Zishi was shocked at first, but when he actually saw the green ID with his own eyes, his heart suddenly settled down. He slowly shifted his gaze to the long commentary and read it word by word.

The first sentence at the beginning is: "I haven't read online articles for many years. When I saw this article by chance, I suddenly felt that my blood was not exhausted. I can also type out the prosperity of the rain hitting the mountains and rivers on the keyboard screen. It is specially recorded in the article."

After Yu Zishi finished reading the whole long commentary, and finally saw the words at the end, he was suddenly stunned, and didn't say a word for a long time.

"Some people may say that this article is about vulgarity and lust. I don't think so. People who can write such novels are no longer writers, they are Wenqing. If you are born in troubled times, you should be a national scholar."

Yu Zishi looked at Wenqing and Guoshi, and finally slowly picked up the phone that had been dropped long ago from the ground, and murmured to the person on the other side of the phone: "Old thief, how much should Wenqing's book sell for a thousand characters?" ?”

"Where did you die just now?" Yu Zi's poor editor shouted: "Wen Qing's book is truly worth a thousand dollars!"

Yu Zishi still muttered: "What about the books of the national scholars?"

There was a momentary pause, and then he said slowly in a very slow voice: "Huangmao, you're fucked!"

Yu Zishi sat alone in front of the computer desk, looking at everything chaotic in the small room, he suddenly had a very unreal feeling.Having been in this circle for so long and writing millions of words, he is somewhat unable to realize what all this means.

It means nothing, just a simple word, money.A lot of money, so much that the old thief said he counted the zero after [-] times.

A month later.

Yu Zishi looked at the balance on the bank card, put his hand on the keyboard, and suddenly pushed the keyboard and the laptop forward.He called the old thief, but suddenly he couldn't speak, "Old thief, I don't have any inspiration recently."

"Brother, do you know how much you pay per word now?"

"Brother, I now write 20 words a day! I feel like throwing up when I touch the keyboard. I write high-h prose, and I change more than [-] postures a day. I'm exhausted!"

"You're not spitting at the computer, you're spitting at money! You're spitting at countless zeros!" The old thief gave a few names bitterly, "Choose one."

"what?"

"Gunner! Brother, if you have an outline, what I'll give you is the entire rivers and lakes, the entire world!"

"Isn't that good?" Yu Zishi frowned, "I just felt like I didn't get used to it all of a sudden, and I wanted to adjust my state."

"It's nothing bad." The old thief smiled wildly for a moment, "Didn't you also be a gunman back then, and you never forget to dig wells when you drink water. It's time for you to repay the whole gunner community. Come, send me the outline , you can play by yourself."

Yu Zishi frowned: "I don't have an outline when I write an essay. How many times have I been banned by you for writing an outline? I have already given up this bad habit."

The old thief came to his senses in an instant, and shouted: "Is this why you gave me the eunuch?"

"I'm writing pure meat, why do I want an ending?"

The old thief over there held his chest for a long time and didn't catch his breath, "Forget it, I'll figure out a way, isn't it just a joke?" After a long while, he yelled at Yu Zishi: "I'll give you a week off. Come back and code for me early."

"Thank you." Yu Zishi smiled with a rare sigh of relief: "Recommend me a place to play, I'm too lazy to find a place."

"What are the conditions? What are the requirements for the hotel route attractions?"

"I can't sleep well at home. When I close my eyes, I'm full of eroticism. Find me a place where I can lie down and sleep for seven days."

"...The Mausoleum of the First Emperor."

"……Good place."