He was so miserable, he pretended to be [Quick Transmigration]

Wang Sheng threw his phone into the single sofa next to him with a "bang", then picked it up again and clicked into the author's column to pour a bottle of nutrient solution. A bottle of nutrient solution costs [-] yuan, and the price for members is [-] yuan. It is a beef downstairs. The price of char siew buns.

This world is a bit unreal. Wang Sheng never imagined that since birth, he would never miss a barbecued pork bun every day, unless he was force majeure. On an ordinary night, he gave his faith to a newcomer author .

The library was brightly lit, and the whole world looked out of the window was grotesque, like the interweaving of reality and fiction that he had experienced in the imaginary world a moment ago.

The night shift seldom met a few customers who came to borrow books, and there were only a few old scholars who were immersed in literature not far away. They were old teachers who were about to retire from the nearby university town, with heavy glasses on their faces, holding A few sheets of paper were compared back and forth.

After a while, the old man came in front of him, tremblingly supported the mirror frame, and said to him: "Excuse me, is there any book with the same subject as this book? I will take it back to do research."

Wang Sheng glanced at the cover, and it turned out to be a book about cosmic science. He couldn't help but think of the sci-fi novel shaped by the grand worldview. The man quickly straightened his body and smiled earnestly and sincerely.

Under the bewildered gaze of the old teacher, Wang Sheng explained the standard behavior of a high-ranking fanatic very well. He solemnly turned on the phone, and the bright light on the screen illuminated his mysterious face. Wang Sheng said in a low voice: " Maybe you have heard of the second-level universe and AI? This book will open the door to a new world in the future for you. By the way, how many friends do you have? Retirement can be counted..."

The old teacher stretched his head over, and pushed down his glasses suspiciously.

There was a heavy rain at night, which washed away the whole city. Han Yi stuffed the keyboard in the trunk, and finally raised his eyes to see the real dangerous building where Han Yi lived for several years. It is the most dangerous building in the alley. From the most conspicuous place, all eyes can see the red and green of the old man and uncle on the dilapidated balcony.

The only color in the gray background did not retain a young man with a burning dream, but everything ended here, and he would definitely take back all the honors he could have received for the real Han Yi.

And money.

Han Yi lowered his eyes, lifted his feet and got into the car.

The new house is in the center of the city, a towering commercial building, a new real estate that has just opened in the past two years. The owner put the house on the rental software because he went abroad. The furniture is complete and the equipment is brand new. I don’t know where Zhang Qijie came from. According to first-hand information, this kind of house is still very popular in the local area, but the price is naturally very good.

The master moved Han Yi's few furniture up one by one, and Han Yi put the polished keyboard under his arm, and followed behind him to the elevator.

The room is on the 33rd floor, which is the highest place in the whole building. A huge floor-to-ceiling window captures all the scenery from the window. Standing in front of the window, it seems that the city can be seen under the eyes, and the pedestrians under the city are only black and white. A bit of a blur.

"Everything is here, let's go first." The moving master wiped his sweat, then turned to look at the young man in front of the window who was in a daze. He rarely sees this kind of quiet temperament in the stagnant water on the beach, but in the next second, the person who was spied on turned around and smiled gently and shyly, "Thank you, master, the money has already been settled with the company." Well, thank you for your hard work today."

The master nodded, and the moment the door was closed, the boy turned around again, leaving behind a thin and strong back.

After Han Yi was familiar with the environment of the new home, he politely sent a thank you message to Zhang Qijie, then went to the study and sat in front of the computer.After connecting to the Internet and logging on to the Baige Chinese website, he began to contemplate what he should write tonight.

But what surprised him was that there were several red dots in the column of the information box, which had been empty all along.

Have reader interaction?

Sure enough, when I clicked on the message, a bunch of comments from readers jumped up in an instant, and when I slid to the last one and counted, there were a hundred or so.

It's just that the id is a bit strange. It could be seen that it is a student party surfing the Internet on 8g. Somehow, a group of mysterious garbled characters appeared among a group of student party ids. If it weren't for the rigorous comments like academic research Han Yi almost wondered if someone bought him a bunch of robots.

The overly complicated academic research was beyond Han Yi's expectation, but he still finished his reply earnestly, and expressed his gratitude to these very "real" and lovely readers.

In the sea of ​​complicated academic terms, Han Yi resolutely turned to the next page.