My Second Dimension Can’t Be So Salty

Damn rich people.

"Um?"

Dongfang Bai frowned slightly, and he instantly understood that Mr. Tong Xu seemed a little unhappy, probably because he had just been seen secretly writing a novel on his mobile phone.

It's over, I still want to be a little transparent person on the first day of school...

The time of the first class passed very quickly. It was only 40 minutes in total. There were about 30 people in the class. Everyone took a minute to introduce themselves, and basically the get out of class was over.

Dongfang Bai was still a little flustered at the moment. He walked into the teacher's office with everyone's attention and admiration. Even Lun was in silence.

dong dong.

"Please come in."

After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he knocked on the door of the office. After hearing the permission of the teacher inside, Dongfang Bai walked in quickly.

Neon's teacher's office is usually shared by more than one person, and Toyonozaki's is no exception. At present, there are several teacher's seats in the office, but only Mr. Kirisu can be seen alone.

Did the other teachers have anything to do...?

What is this inexplicable sense of oppression?

"Classmate Dongfang, right? Although I don't know the conditions of your family, I don't think it's enough for you to spend your whole life."

Tong Xu teacher came up with a heavy bomb, her blue crystal pupils stared at Dongfang Bai's face tightly, as if she wanted to see his inner thoughts.

"Um."

The corner of Dongfang Bai's mouth twitched slightly, this teacher seems to have misunderstood something...

"I think you should study hard, get into a decent university, and get a job to contribute to society..."

Teacher Tongsu said a lot in one breath, and it seemed that he was just trying to persuade Dongfang Bai.

But the problem is that I don't want to go to a good university at all? ? ? He had no problem with his high school academic assignments.

"...Okay, come here, go to class, and if you have any questions about study, you can ask me at any time."

Teacher Tong Xu nodded, she saw that Dongfang Bai's attitude seemed to be good, and it seemed that she was not the rich boy she imagined.

And it was completely impossible for her to think that Dongfang Bai's family could not only let him spend his whole life at will, but he might not be able to spend it all over a few lifetimes...

"It's finally over."

Dongfang Bai walked back to the classroom quickly with a painless expression on his face. He was nurtured since childhood, and he had absolutely no fear of the teacher's sermons.

However, with the supervision of Teacher Tongsu, she absolutely cannot desert in her class... Of course, other classes are not necessarily the same.

"Bai Sang!? Are you okay?"

"You want me to be okay?"

Dongfang Bai casually asked An Yilun in the opposite direction, and then sat on the seat all of a sudden. The blue-haired girl next to him was still doing the problem seriously.

"Looking at your appearance, there should be no problem. By the way, let's exchange Twitter and Line, so we can get in touch later..."

"Twitter? Line?"

Speaking of which, he hasn't understood what social communication apps Neon uses.

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Chapter 18 Sister Zi, Don't Blame Me! 【Ask for a flower evaluation ticket】

"Twitter is a social app, and you can also post tweets on it. I often post comments and recommendations on galgame and light novels on it..."

An Yilun also glanced at himself with extremely strange eyes, as if he didn't expect that he didn't even know Twitter.

But when I think that Dongfang Bai is from the Celestial Dynasty, I am relieved. After all, the social software of a blog, a letter and a penguin company are often used there...

Wait, I didn't expect that Lun also tweeted on Twitter. It seems that the number of light novels he has read is much more than he thought.

I don't know whether fate will meet the taste of this era. If it is not acceptable, it may sink directly to Tokyo Bay. At this time, I still have to ask a professional to appreciate it.

"By the way, Lun Ye, you must have read a lot of light novels, right? Actually, I plan to write one..."

"Um…?"

An Yilun was also stunned for a moment, then his pupils slightly enlarged, looking very surprised, his eyes faintly glowing green.

"Bai Sang, are you going to write a light novel!? What type do you want to write!? Love, fantasy, adventure in another world or..."

"Also, are you just interested in writing, or do you have the ambition to become a great writer!?"

"Etc., etc…"

Dongfang Bai immediately stretched out his right hand and held An Yilun's head. He was so excited that his face was almost on his own, and the voice was so loud that it attracted the attention of all the people around him.

Really... ignoring the scornful eyes of those around him... This guy is definitely the ultimate otaku.

"Don't be so excited. I haven't written the beginning yet. I'll show you when I'm done."

"Okay, then as soon as possible, maybe there will be a light novel writer around me~"

An Yilun also seems to be looking forward to something, and seems to have fantasized that he can get the latest manuscript and the author's autograph as soon as possible.

"By the way, you add me on Twitter first, my id is Taki-kun."

"Sorry, I haven't registered yet."

Dongfang Bai waved his hand helplessly. It was the first time he came into contact with this software. Although the mobile phone was loaded with all kinds of software, to be honest, he had never used it except Baidu and the phone address book.

"Anyway, it's still a while before class, I'll get you..."

Lun also took the mobile phone that he handed over, and quickly operated his fingers. After a while, he raised his head and asked Dongfang Bai.

"By the way, what id do you want to get? If you want to write a light novel, it's best to match the pseudonym."

pen name…?

Dongfang Bai's expression froze. At this time, he suddenly realized this. It seems that he hadn't considered such a thing as a pseudonym from the very beginning.

In the beginning, I just thought about writing novels and writing novels...what kind of light novels to write, but in the end I thought about it, and I don't remember the pen name at all.

A pseudonym is also a writer's first name, a code name, but a popular light novel writer can make countless people imitate and do a certain thing with just a paragraph from that pseudonym, and the influence is very large.

"You... don't even think about a pseudonym before writing a light novel...?"

An Yi Lun also half-squinted his eyes, looking at Dongfang Bai made him feel a little uncomfortable, although what he said was the truth.

Think about it...what a pen name to use.

Art? Domineering? funny? Sand sculpture?

Damn, he's named cancer, it's better to do something else if you want him to be named.

"...Yes! Let's call it 'Yayunbai', it feels pretty good."

"Yakumo Bai? Bai is your name, I can still understand, what is Yakumo...?"

An Yilun also looked at Dongfang Bai blankly. In fact, he was also fooling around with a pseudonym on a whim.

He directly used the surname of "Yayunzi", one of the most famous characters in the Oriental series, and directly mixed it with his own name into a pseudonym.

After all, it's Zima... Sister Zi's surname is still very nice, and it's just right to use it secretly.

"Forget it, after reading it, it feels pretty smooth, so that's it."

Then, a few minutes after An Yi Lun also operated, his Twitter account was finally resolved, and at the same time, An Yi Lun and An Yi Lun also followed each other's accounts smoothly.

When Lun also handed him his mobile phone, his Twitter account was different from the other accounts he had just registered. It was not bare, and there were many beautiful anime wallpapers hanging on the exhibition wall.

These are all made by Lun himself...

Um?

When Dongfang Bai looked at Lun Ye's Twitter account 'Taki-kun', his pupils contracted slightly.

This guy... really has more than 100,000 fans. This is a super popular blogger, and every time he tweets a light novel or game that he recommends, a lot of people are willing to appreciate it.

[ps: The protagonist is himself who has traveled to a parallel world, and An Yilun’s role is to promote in the early stage! ].

Chapter 19 Anxious Furuhashi Funno 【Ask for a flower evaluation ticket! 】

"Lun Ye, can I ask you to recommend light novels for me in the future?"

Dongfang Bai showed him the screen of his mobile phone, and there were hundreds of thousands of followers. This is not the zombie fans of those Weibo stars and big bloggers in the Celestial Dynasty. They can easily be tens of millions. In Neon, more than 100,000 are already top-notch. .

"Forgive me for rejecting this. If the quality is good, I will definitely recommend it without you saying it. Even friends can't violate their own principles."

An Yilun also waved his hand and looked serious, but Dongfang Bai just smiled. An Yilun's approach was very suitable for his taste. A principled blogger like him would never break himself. the rules.

But in the same way, once you have excellent quality, the strength of his recommendation is beyond imagination. Dongfang Bai casually flipped through Twitter. Because of An Yilun's recommendation, "Love Metronome" has risen a lot before. 30% of sales.

"Don't worry, I don't have to ask you to recommend it for me, but you will make a decision after reading it."

Dongfang Bai's words made An Yilun also relieved. On the one hand, it was a matter of his own principles, and on the other hand, he was his own "common man" friend. It was a bit difficult to choose.

The time for class came quickly, and a bald Mediterranean uncle came in. He was in charge of teaching mathematics. As soon as he came in, he wrote the questions on the blackboard, and then started the class directly.

Of course, the class time is very boring, especially the very difficult courses. Fumano Furuhashi supported his slender waist and listened to it for ten minutes.

A cute face is lying flat on the table, no way! Can't understand it at all!

da da da da...

At this time, a crisp sound sounded, the sound of fingers quickly tapping on the screen, and Fumino Furusashi, who had been desperate for math class, was naturally attracted to his attention.

A black-haired boy next to him stared at his waist expressionlessly, holding a beautiful smartphone in his hands, and his slender fingers played as if he were playing a piano tune.

His expression didn't change in any way, he concentrated all his attention on it, put his hands under the table and typed quickly, stunned the blue-haired girl Fumino Furuhashi beside him.

"This person... so fast!"

Fumio Furuhashi didn't notice that his eyes were always on Dongfang Bai next to him, while the teacher on the podium kept watching him...

"Student Guqiao, please answer this question."

Whoosh!

"Eh…!?"

Before she could react just now, she was called by the teacher's name, and Fumino Furuhashi jumped up in a conditioned reflex. Now she is in a great crisis!

What to do? What to do? What to do! I didn't listen to the lecture at all just now... It shouldn't be said that even if I listened to the lecture, I couldn't understand it at all!

Ahhh! Math is really hard qwq!

"Teacher, I I I..."

Fumio Guqiao was a little overwhelmed and panicked. She couldn't say that she was too fascinated by the boy next to her, but she didn't listen to the class at all! How dare you say such a shameful thing.

"…Um?"

Fumino Furuhashi heard the sound of knocking on the table, and the black-haired boy beside him tapped the table with the knuckle of his index finger. The big three numbers '233' were written on the paper.

233? What's the meaning? What is he doing...? Completely unclear why.

"233...?"

Fumio Furuhashi said it unconsciously, and she didn't even notice that she had read 233 out.

"Yes, it's 233, the answer is correct!"

The teacher on the stage was a little happy. I didn't expect that Furuhashi Fumi, who used to be a very simple question and couldn't solve such a rotten problem, actually managed to solve it in class for the first time!

"Eh?"

On the seat, Fumano Furuhashi was stunned, and then she was asked by the teacher to sit down. She turned her head for a long time before she realized it.

The boy next to you just now! His name is... Dongfang Bai, right? He was able to secretly pass the answer to himself! Isn't he playing with his phone all the time?

Fumi Guqiao is certain that he has never raised his head even once since class! And his hands are also very regular and fast typing, and his attention is not on the blackboard at all.

Then how did he know the answer, or... This person actually answered the answer just by looking at the question! ? A scholar?

"Well, thank you..."