The world is not right [rebirth]

In a room on the fourth floor of the Tongzi Building, there was a bang in the middle of the night.

The swivel chair fell over, with three wheels facing the ceiling, throwing it and its owner to the ground.

All of a sudden, Zhao Ying, who was deeply asleep, woke up. The sweetness and sadness in the dream were far away from him. Zhao Ying, who returned to reality, moaned silently, feeling that his tailbone might be split.

The rental room was completely dark except for the computer mainframe emitting a little fluorescent blue light, which was better than nothing. Zhao Ying tried to stand up with his hands on the ground.Before he succeeded, he heard the occupants downstairs swearing loudly while stabbing their ceiling with a clothes pole, which was the floor of Zhao Ying's room.

The sound of thumping was disturbing. Zhao Ying stood up and gritted his teeth in pain. He helped up the swivel chair that fell down with him, and when he sat on it, he could hear the swivel chair creaking and cursing.

Time for a new chair, he thought.

What's wrong?While rubbing his temples, Zhao Ying was thinking in a daze, did he just fall asleep sitting up?

If he hadn't slept for several days and nights, then Zhao Ying still remembered that just a few hours ago, he finally finished writing the finale of the last chapter of "Bodyguards in the City". He only hesitated for a second between the two choices of sleeping first, but he couldn't resist the sleepiness that surged up like waves.The last impression in his vague memory seemed to be that his head hit the keyboard directly.

He subconsciously rubbed his forehead that hit the keyboard.

It doesn't hurt at all.

Zhao Ying frowned, hoping that she did not press any key by mistake and deleted the document.

Subconsciously still feeling very uneasy, Zhao Ying groped to put on the glasses, then touched the mouse, and the computer monitor lit up, revealing the screen desktop with color difference.

This screen desktop cannot be said to be unfamiliar. The background is the unreal blue sky prairie in the background of Windows. It is indeed the computer desktop that Zhao Ying has always used, and it is his habit to arrange the software neatly according to the attributes. , the most commonly used materials and documents are arranged in a row at the bottom of the desktop, and there is a red color difference in the upper left corner and a yellow screen in the lower right corner...all belong to the second-hand old computer that Zhao Ying abandoned three years ago.

Zhao Ying stared at the screen in a daze for a minute.

Then he turned around, and with the light of the screen, he looked at this, which, like an old computer, once belonged to him, but it belonged to his rental house a few years ago.

A standard room without a living room, a doghouse-like small bed and a messy desk facing each other diagonally across the room, under the light of the computer screen, there is a ghostly atmosphere.

Finally knew what was wrong, Zhao Ying thought with a splitting headache.

... A person like him can be reborn?

Zhao Ying is the master of the new generation of Dian Dian Novel Network.

As a web writer, it is impossible for Zhao Ying not to know about rebirth.Although he has never written a rebirth-type web article, he has also worked hard on the rebirth routine and studied it carefully.What rebirth is all about is that the protagonist is caught in an impossible adversity and has the chance to do it all over again. The necessary golden finger is the prophet brought by rebirth, and the reason why the market is so big is to capture the psychology of most readers—who doesn’t Have you ever regretted it?

Zhao Ying did not.

So the routine was wrong, the master thought calmly.

Zhao Ying has never regretted it. He believes that even if he takes a detour, as long as he turns back in time, the experience of that detour is still a usable experience.Just like when he started writing novels, those who heard it were sad and those who saw them shed tears, but without the experience of rushing to the street as a basis, he has no possibility of becoming a great god.Not to mention that now that he is a great god, he has no reason to be reborn. As for the golden finger brought by rebirth... Do you know which type of novel is the most profitable in the future?

He doesn't know how to invest, he doesn't remember the lottery number, and he doesn't even pay attention to the football World Cup, which is popular among male compatriots. It is even more impossible to make money by gambling.

What is the use of this rebirth?If he is the protagonist in someone's writing, 50.00% of readers will just abandon the article at the beginning.

Zhao Ying leaned on the swivel chair and wandered for a while, straightened her back helplessly, woke up the dormant computer screen again, glanced at the time casually, thought for a moment at 2017:6 on June 23, 02, and confirmed that she was reborn to five years forward.

Five years ago, he didn't go to college, and he was a little writer who couldn't be more desperate.

Once again, if there is really a golden finger, it is Zhao Ying's writing experience accumulated in the past five years.

Considering his poverty at the time, the business had to start as soon as possible.

Zhao Ying quickly opened a folder on the desktop.

Five years later, this folder was as big as a G, and it was densely packed with various materials, novel manuscripts, novel outlines, character designs, and waste manuscripts collected by Zhao Ying in the past five years.Today, this document is only 15KB in size, and there is only a single document in it, titled "Bringing Cosmic Intelligence with You".

It's really not a good literary name, Zhao Ying looked at his novice and thought.

He slandered like this, and his fingers followed the habit he had developed day and night for five years. He subconsciously directed the mouse to slide to the upper right corner of the screen, and opened Penguin Music lightly. Facing the empty music list, he typed Tang Suliang in the search box. words.

Enter and wait.

What appears is still an empty interface.

...By the way, Tang Su hadn't made his debut five years ago.

Zhao Ying was at a loss for a moment, then turned on the desk lamp silently.On this quiet midsummer night, accompanied by the sweltering heat and a battalion of mosquitoes, he deleted a few lines he had left in the past, and started another round of fighting.

The former master of the finish line wrote down an analysis of his novice work, and delved into why he hit the street.Therefore, even after five years, the disgusting experience of reading, returning manuscripts, and rewriting countless times, which was like eating vomit and vomited out, made him remember how to rewrite "Take it with you". "Cosmic Intelligence" begins.

Without thinking at all, under the dim light of the small table lamp, the man's slender fingers jumped quickly on the keyboard, like a pianist playing notes, with crackling and crackling to form a beautiful rhythm.

Zhao Ying, who was staring at the screen with two eyes, didn't realize that as the crackling rhythm became more and more vivid, there was a strange blue and white small electric current like a snake, which began to shuttle and play between his fingers, bypassing his pale fingers, Either stay on the keyboard keys with the paint worn off, or drill into the keyboard and swim with the chip electrodes.

After coding the opening Chapter 1, check for typos, click on the author number of the end point registered earlier, and complete the title, classification, and copywriting in 1 minute, and then upload and publish.

Zhao Ying let out a breath, collapsed all over, and lay limp in the swivel chair.

I'm a dead cat now, he thought slowly.

Then he barely pushed the swivel chair, from the desk to the bed, rolled directly onto the bed.

Even if it was a hard wooden bed, this moment gave Zhao Ying a feeling, as sweet and sweet as the soft cream on the cake. Almost instantly, Zhao Ying fell into dreamland again.

Before falling asleep, his consciousness struggled to wake up for a second.

It's only [-] words, are you so tired after writing it?

Is there something wrong...

This thought only floated in his mind for a moment before being overwhelmed by sleepiness.At 04:30 in the morning, the world is still completely quiet, and even the small rental house in this tube building has fallen into the calm it should have.

But not on the Internet, no matter what time of day, there are always night owls, or jet-lagged people on the other side of the ocean.

Ending Novels.com is the same as all Novels.com. At the bottom of the channel, there is a column called Latest Updates.There is also a column called the latest update ranking on the ranking list of the terminal reading app.Because of the cache of the website, the novels that will appear on the column are not the latest updates at that time, so when the first reader saw the name "Bringing Cosmic Intelligence with You", it was already past five o'clock.

Unattractive name, the reader thought, and the mouse slid directly over the title of the article.

The first reader who clicked on "Bringing Cosmic Intelligence with You", was No. 30 who saw the title of the article.

"Is the copywriting interesting?" The reader on the other side of the screen glanced casually, and after entering the chapter list, he found that it was a new pit with only one chapter, and then he swipe the phone screen directly to close the web page.

After him, it was the eighth reader who entered the chapter list, not scared off by the shallow pit, and clicked on Chapter 1.

"Damn it! Did you find the smart system in the toilet? Hahahaha! The author's brain is amazing." The sleepless reader laughed on the bed, but he didn't notice that a blue and white streak suddenly appeared on the phone screen. The electric current flowed down his fingers and sank into his body.

Three seconds later, the reader looked up.

There was a blue-white halo flowing in his pupils, but he didn't realize it.The reader rushed to the table and turned on the computer, then found the novel he was reading just now, copied the first paragraph, and pasted it in the release box on Weibo.

No more, no less, exactly 140 characters.

Readers click Publish.

There are more night owls on Weibo than on Endpoint Novels. Most of the readers’ mutual fans are young people of the same age who like to stay up late. After 10 minutes, the readers who saw three retweets blinked, with blue eyes The white halo faded, he fell headfirst on the bed, and fell asleep right away.

He fell asleep, but the excerpt of the 140-character novel he published on Weibo started its journey.

Everyone who reads the excerpts of the novel, whether it is ordinary netizens, pornographic V, blue V, whether it is the Weibo of ordinary people, or Weibo of celebrities, Weibo of Internet celebrities, Weibo of marketing accounts, and official affairs of various organizations Weibo, after reading the 140 characters, the first reaction of these Weibo users is to retweet and Aite.

Forward, forward, forward.

Ait, ait, ait.

Starting at 25:140:[-], this [-]-character excerpt of the novel appeared on Weibo for the first time. Until [-]:[-], the forwarded Weibo was mixed with the Weibo of early risers. It was like an ant colony eating Like a leaf, it gradually ate away at all the normal Weibo, and then spread to Facebook and Twitter. It was like a tsunami with teeth and claws, and it covered all the shocks in just a short moment.

At a quarter before eight o'clock, all the netizens who had successfully spread the message to others three times and then woke up all stared at their Weibo interface in amazement.Miraculously, at this moment, apart from the forwarding of this Weibo, there is nothing else on the entire Weibo. At this unprecedented moment, the only ones who can save the world are those who have never been obsessed with the Internet.

At exactly eight o'clock, a man in a suit who belonged to this type of person pushed away his office in the central committee building of super power management in Beiping, the imperial capital.He put down his briefcase, stepped over strands of red and green wires that wound the ground into coiled holes, bypassed the motors that filled the room, walked to the wall, and pulled on the switch.

The electric current passes, the motor that enters the running state from dormancy hums, and the indicator light lights up.

The awakened artificial intelligence made a sweet and soft voice unique to women, and she said: "Good morning, friend."

"Good morning, Nuwa." The man made himself a cup of tea, "How did you sleep?"

"Great, friend," said the AI. "Ask permission, friend."

"Of course no problem." The man sat down behind his desk, "By the way, can you help me broadcast the morning news?"

He didn't wait for the artificial intelligence's answer, but a minute later, the sunny voice of the morning news female anchor rang out in this office. The man took a sip of tea contentedly, and began to deal with the business affairs left over from yesterday. Wa interrupted him.

"The abnormal network data was retrieved. Preliminary judgment is that it is not a registered superpower. It is searching... to confirm the IP address."

Nuwa reported a long series of numbers.

"Checking the IP address, confirming, No. 405, Building [-], xx Community, xx Street, xx District, Xinsha Mobile, friend, requesting an arrest order."

At this moment, No. 405, Building [-], xx Community, xx Street, xx District, Xinsha City.

In the small rental room, only a ray of morning light penetrated through the cracks in the curtains and fell on Zhao Ying's eyelids.His eyelids trembled, he turned over impatiently, pulled the quilt over his head, and continued to sleep.

The author has something to say:

This is a super power battle article, really, Nineteen never lied to you.

Here are the eating guidelines:

1. All the settings in this article are nonsense, nonsense, nonsense.

2. All the developments in this article are true routines, routines, and roads.

ps, the protagonist object has used his name to create a sense of presence in this chapter.