My house collapsed from the top, and the system just came?

Almost instantly.

The live broadcast room, which originally had few barrages, suddenly had snowflake-like barrages.

The dense barrage can even drive obsessive-compulsive disorder to death.

"Fuck? Fuck! Fuck!!!!"

"Oh my God, what did I just hear?"

"Ahhh, I want to explode."

"I got goosebumps all over my body when I heard it."

"To be honest, I felt uncomfortable listening to this prose piece. But after I knelt down, it sounded much better."

"This is not an essay, this is a roar against the darkness! This is a strong attack on the Yilin Forum."

"Oh my god, it turns out this is Xilou's counterattack!"

"I misunderstood. I just scolded Xilou for being spineless."

"I also scolded him, now I kowtow to Xilou."

"..."

The reversal was so violent that even after Xilou recited the complete "Haiyan", many netizens still did not come back to their senses.

It wasn't until they saw the intensive barrage that some people who were belatedly aware of it finally showed their shock.

No wonder Xilou did not publish this essay directly, but read it out in the live broadcast room.

No wonder that when everyone was filled with indignation, Xilou asked them to listen to his works.

Until this moment, many people suddenly realized.

It turns out that Xilou condensed all his anger into "Haiyan".

He expressed his anger in an article.

This is the battle of literati!

This is the most advanced competition among literati!

When he saw the Yilin Forum suppressing him, Xilou did not vent his anger online like ordinary netizens and publicize the shady stories he encountered because he knew it was meaningless.

This will only turn you into an incompetent anger machine.

Then let the loved ones feel pain and the enemies feel happy.

So, Xilou took out his best weapon: words!

The words are condensed into an article and turned into the sharpest spear!

now.

Netizens recalled Xilou's recitation just now, and their hearts were still beating violently.

"Not to mention the purpose of Xilou, from the article "Haiyan" itself, the impact it brings to us is unparalleled."

"That's right. The power of words is so shocking."

"Yes, it's like a knife piercing the darkness."

"I have never seen such powerful prose before!"

"Sure enough, a literati's pen is the most powerful gun!"

"I, a person who doesn't understand prose at all and who doesn't like prose, was inspired by this prose. I won't say any more. I'm going to kick my cow away and plow the land myself!"

"..."

Studio.

After Wang Mo finished reciting, he waited for a few minutes.

It wasn't until the netizens had finished digesting it that he spoke again: "Excuse me, do you think it's okay for me to upload this "Haiyan" to the Yilin Forum as my second contribution?"

Immediately, the barrage exploded.

"Must upload!"

"We must let the guys at Yilin Forum see it!"

"Mad, I really want to know what their faces are like when they read this prose."

"Go, go, face the storm."

"Let the storm come harder!"

Seeing the intensive barrage, Wang Mo knew that his fuse had successfully ignited the pent-up anger in everyone's hearts, so next, he would upload "Haiyan" and wait for these people to all become heroes in the storm. Soar and pierce the darkness, petrel!

…

Yilin Forum.

Because the "Chinese Prose Contest" is in full swing, even though it is already after eight o'clock in the evening, the office area is still brightly lit and almost everyone is working overtime.

Editor-in-chief Hu Ji is busy.

Bang!

The office door was suddenly knocked open.

He frowned and almost cursed.

The door to my office has been knocked open by these guys several times in the past two days. Can't you be more cautious?

Really.

Taking a closer look, it was deputy editor-in-chief Chen Hai.

He was about to speak, but he didn't expect Lao Gao to rush in in a second.

Looking at the uncertain expressions of the two people, Hu Ji frowned: "Tell me, what's the matter?"

The deputy editor-in-chief looked at Lao Gao, who quickly stepped forward and said, "Mr. Hu, Xilou...he has uploaded his work again."

Hu Ji exclaimed: "The second prose?"

Lao Gao nodded: "Yes."

Hu Ji was stunned and said angrily: "It's such a trivial matter, why are you so anxious? He just uploaded it. His first work didn't make any waves, so there's no need to worry about his second work. What's more, we just released the topic of the second essay today, and he has uploaded the work now. It has only been a few hours, right? What kind of quality prose can be written in a few hours? I think he is a broken person. , so everyone doesn’t need to care anymore.”

Generally speaking, the more skilled a writer is, the better he will use three days to conceive an article.

Just like the previous work, basically all the authors upload their entries on the third day, because that way they can make full use of their time and create the best work.

As for Xilou, they published their second work in just a few hours. How much better can the quality be?

But.

Hu Ji found that after he said these words, the expressions of Chen Hai and Lao Gao became even weirder.

He had no choice but to ask aloud: "What happened again?"

Lao Gao took a deep breath: "Mr. Hu, I think you'd better read the prose uploaded by Xilou."

Hu Ji said dissatisfied: "Why, can it turn into a monster? I have told you, no matter what Xilou writes, you should deal with it based on your previous experience, and ensure that it will be fine."

But having said that.

Hu Ji still opened the forum and found the work that Xilou had just posted.

"Haiyan?"

When he saw the prose name, he felt a little strange.

This West Building is really interesting. It always writes about some obscure animals and plants.

After muttering, he continued to look down.

At first, Hu Ji's expression remained calm, but after just reading a few lines of text, he suddenly let out a light sigh and subconsciously moved closer to the screen.

Not long after.

The expression on Hu Ji's face became more exciting, and the shock in his eyes became more and more intense.

When he was halfway through watching it, he was already frozen in place, just looking at the screen mechanically with his two eyes.

"The dark clouds are getting darker and darker..."

"The petrel is shouting and flying..."

"It's laughing, it's howling again..."

Every sentence seemed to turn into an invisible giant wave, crashing into the depths of his soul one after another.

The trembling in his eyes could no longer be suppressed.

Breathing becomes heavy.

till the end.

"Let the storm come harder!"

This line of text was like thunder, exploding in the depths of his mind.

Hu Ji leaned back subconsciously, as if he wanted to avoid the petrel flying through the storm and thunder and lightning.

But when he felt the backrest of the chair, he suddenly woke up from his sluggishness, and there was a faint cold sweat on his forehead.

Just now, I actually had the illusion that my soul followed Haiyan into the storm.

After coming back to his senses.

Hu Jicai looked at Chen Hai and Lao Gao and lost his voice: "This...is Xilou's second prose?"

Lao Gao nodded: "Yes."

Hu Ji's face turned red and red. As the editor-in-chief of Yilin, how could he not see the meaning shown in Xilou's "Haiyan"?

Soaring petrel!

Proud Haiyan!

The indomitable petrel sailing through the storm.

Isn't that the Xilou himself?

As for dark clouds, thunder and lightning, storms, all darkness and haze, isn't that what they mean?

If Hu Ji had read this article elsewhere, he would probably be amazed.

So well written!

It can be said that he has never seen a piece of prose that can have such shocking power.

But if this essay alludes to the shady story of their Yilin Forum, then Hu Ji would feel like a thorn in his back, like a lump in his throat, and he would almost go crazy with the discomfort.

"Mr. Hu, what should we do now?"

Lao Gao once again asked the most asked question these days.

Hu Ji had an ugly expression.

what to do?

How does he know what to do?

But he had to find a way to avoid letting articles like "Haiyan" be placed on the forum to humiliate them.

Otherwise, the "Chinese Prose Contest" would not be able to continue at all.

After a while, he gritted his teeth and said: "Lao Gao, leave and temporarily block "Haiyan", and then tell Xilou that because his article contains sensitive words, it must be rectified."

When Lao Gao heard this, his eyes brightened: "What a great idea!"

A single sensitive word can easily remove "Haiyan" from the shelves, leaving the other party unable to complain.

As expected of the editor-in-chief!

But just as he was about to leave, another colleague rushed in in a panic: "Mr. Hu, you must not block it, you cannot block it!"

When Hu Ji heard this, he sneered: "What? I blocked it, can Xilou still come to settle accounts with me?"

"no."

This colleague had a look of surprise on his face: "Someone in the industry spread the word "Haiyan" to the National Writers Association, and someone from the Writers Association spread it to several major literary circles. Now most of China's literary circles have become a sensation because of this prose. Listen. It is said that even several big names in the literary world have paid attention to it. So if we block "Haiyan" now, we are seeking death."

"What?"

Hu Ji stood up suddenly and exclaimed.

Is most of the literary world alarmed?

this?

how so?

His heart was shocked and he rushed to the computer.

…

online.

On this night, because of the song "Haiyan", the literary world really made waves.

Even Wang Mo didn't expect that things would develop so violently.

He originally thought that even if he ignited the enthusiasm of netizens, it would take at least three to five days for "Haiyan" to fully ferment.

As for attracting the attention of the literary world, if you don't think of a way, it may take longer.

Unexpectedly, less than an hour later, the Chinese literary world was already shocked.

after all.

Under normal circumstances, the traditional literary world and the Internet are almost two worlds, and they are incompatible with each other.

Just like this time's "Chinese Prose Contest", although it was carried out with great fanfare, except for dozens of traditional writers who participated in the event, almost all other traditional writers had never even heard of this event.

There is naturally an insurmountable barrier between traditional writers and the Internet.

But at this moment.

Wang Mo got the news: on this night, the literary world was abuzz with the song "Haiyan".

The real turmoil finally began to roll up.