"Damn! I woke up and summer vacation is gone?" Xiao Yu felt heartbroken. He had waited so long for this summer vacation, and this might also be his last summer vacation in this life. After all, in the future...
"Huh?" Xiao Yu suddenly realized that starting from his senior year, he didn't have to go to school every day to punch in. As long as he finished his graduation project before the end of the previous semester, he would be considered graduated. So, starting from his senior year, he was actually having summer vacation every day?
"No, no!" Xiao Yu was horrified. He finally remembered his dear readers.
He, he, he, if he was in a coma for a month, wouldn’t his novel be discontinued for a long time?
Xiao Yu looked at his laptop, feeling guilty and not daring to touch it.
He stopped updating for no reason, so his millions of fans must be scolding him harshly, right?
After hesitating for a while, he finally opened the website login interface.
What readership?
I definitely wouldn't dare open it.
He didn't want to be publicly executed yet.
Xiao Yu quietly logged into his author background, and then he was stunned again.
He had the habit of saving drafts in the background, but he would only save them for a week at most. After that, even if he had saved them, he would not save them.
Logically speaking, he should have stopped updating for nearly a month.
But now, he actually maintains a daily update of 3,000 words without interruption.
What's going on?
Xiao Yu opened the reading interface of his novel.
Then I saw the article introduction on the reading interface, with enlarged fonts saying: The author stayed up all night and was in a coma, and one chapter per day is saved for the author, so please cherish it.
Xiao Yu: ...
Was his computer hacked?
In his previous life, Xiao Yu had heard that the readers of Venusstar were very crazy. There were several cases of people hacking into the author's computer just to keep up with the latest updates. Some people even helped write according to the author's outline.
He was not so lucky, because his outline changed from day to day. Many plots, as soon as he thought of them, he would put them into words, never overnight.
Xiao Yuヽ(ー_ー)ノ: The main thing is that after spending the night there, he couldn’t remember it anymore. Even if he did remember it, it wasn’t the same feeling anymore!
Although the words in the introduction made Xiao Yu feel like someone was writing an obituary for him, he felt much more relieved because the updates had not been discontinued.
He secretly logged into QQ, and as soon as he logged in, he heard a burst of dense "beep beep" sounds.
Xiao Yu selectively clicked on a few of them. Some were from big fans urging him to update, and some were asking him if there was anything wrong.
Even the editor came, but that was last month.
"Palace Jade Wine?" As soon as the editor closed the message, new news came in.
Xiao Yu saw the other party's secret signal and moved his fingers: "One hundred and eighty per cup?"
"Crap, is it really you? Are you okay?"
"fine."
"That's good, that's good. I was really scared to death." The editor sent an exaggerated icon.
Xiao Yu hesitated and said, "Who hacked my computer?"
“No one hacked your computer?”
"No one is criticizing me, so who posted my saved article?"
"Your family members."
My family? Xiao Yu paused: "He doesn't seem to know my password?" He didn't know what was going on with the Qimingxing website. If you didn't log in for more than three days, you had to log in again. It was nothing like other websites he had visited in his previous life, where the computer would record your login status even if you didn't log in for a month.
"I know. I saw that your saved drafts had been automatically sent for three consecutive days. Remembering that you mentioned seafood allergies before, I sent you a message, but you didn't reply and no one answered the phone. I waited until the fifth day and called you all day long. Fortunately, your phone was not turned off. Then, I got through. A man answered the phone and asked who I was. I told him the situation. Then he told me that you were sick and in a coma and couldn't update for the time being. I asked him to help check if you had any saved drafts."
“…”
"He seemed a little hesitant at first. Even when I told him he could earn 10,000 yuan a day, he was still hesitant and seemed a little reluctant. Finally, I told him that the readership was important and needed to be maintained. Only then did he reluctantly agree."
Xiao Yu-_-||: Ten thousand a day, Mr. Zhou earns more than ten thousand in a second!
"...Oh, let me tell you, your family member's voice is so serious and cold! I don't know why, but hearing his voice makes me nervous."
Xiao Yu: ...
"Xiao Yu'er, is your family member working for the government? I'm scared to talk to him through the computer. If I didn't think I'd done anything evil, I'd confess everything just by hearing his voice."
“…”
"By the way, you probably don't have many drafts left, right? From now on, you'll have to do what you can! I, your brother, am still relying on you."
"I'm fine. I just got carried away from practicing martial arts."
"...Okay," the editor said, acknowledging the author's humor. "That's fine, I'm not against it." "Whatever you say is fine. If you talk about having children next time, I'll accept that, too."
"Oh! No one believes me when I tell the truth."
"Haha, what's your cultivation level? Golden Core? Nascent Soul? Have you passed the tribulation? It seems there haven't been any thunderstorms in the imperial capital recently."
Speaking of tribulation, Xiao Yu was reminded. If he was a Golden Core, would there be no thunder tribulation? In this situation, there is no thunder tribulation?
So, he is not yet a Nascent Soul?
According to what he saw on the Internet in his previous life, true cultivation would only lead to thunder tribulations when one reached the Nascent Soul stage.
"You may not know that in reality, only the Nascent Soul stage can be considered to have truly entered the stage of cultivation, so the Nascent Soul stage can survive tribulations and double its lifespan. As for me, I almost became a Nascent Soul stage." Xiao Yu was talking nonsense.
"Haha, almost? It seems you're in a hurry to succeed! However, you're a lucky person, and maybe if you let go, you'll be able to form a baby. In that case, you'd better make more money. Otherwise, wouldn't it be pitiful to live so long and have no money for retirement when you're old?"
Xiao Yu: ...It was so well said that he couldn’t even refute it?
So, living a long life is actually not that good. You need to be rich to enjoy the happiness of a long life, otherwise, it will be endless torture.
Xiao Yu chatted with the editor for a while before logging off because he saw that his manuscript only had a little over a thousand words left. He really didn't feel like continuing the conversation.
However, he had been in a coma for a month, and his memory was still stuck at the time when he was in a coma last month. He glanced at the remaining manuscript and was able to pick up the following plot without any hindrance.
"I thought I had to read it again before I could continue." Xiao Yu was so happy that he immediately wrote down the saved manuscript quickly.
Zhou Yanzhi walked in with his lunch and saw Xiao Yu's fingers typing away on the keyboard. Occasionally, there was his expression, which changed from serious to sinister, sleazy, silly, and cunning, depending on the plot he described.
Zhou Yanzhi smiled: So this is what children look like when they write?
He leaned against the door, admiring the child's innocent happiness, and his mood became cheerful.
In fact, he'd been incredibly happy for the past month. His little friend was truly a treasure sent to him by heaven. His cultivation had been stuck at the beginning stages of the Xiantian Realm for nearly ten years, and even though he'd believed his mind was perfect, he couldn't break through. It wasn't until his little friend appeared that he reached Great Consummation.
This time, the kid should have been possessed, but he made another breakthrough.
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