Rebirth of the Internet Writer

The weather in October begins to gradually turn cooler, and the change in temperature between day and night is a bit difficult to adapt to. The air is mixed with a faint cold wind blowing from the Western Siberian Plateau, covering the entire autumn with a layer of frost.

This is Huang Haiming's mood at this time. Although Huang Haiming insists on uninterrupted updates and the total number of monthly votes has accumulated to 1,300, he is still blocked from the top five. Although in this process

He advanced one place, but he just couldn't fulfill Huang Haiming's wish. Huang Haiming felt bad, and so did the majority of book lovers. "Online Game: Super Player" has only accumulated so many fans in more than a month, and almost everyone who can vote for it has a monthly vote.

They have all been used up, and now I can only look to those old bookworms who still have their monthly votes hidden away, and it is not easy to get their approval to vote for them, as far as the writing level is concerned.

Generally speaking, Huang Haiming is very self-aware. He has only reached the bronze level. He relies on the novel theme and quality of "Online Game: Super Player" to stand out among newcomers. However, compared with many great masters with rich writing experience,

There are still obvious differences.

"Am I really going to end up with regrets? Even if I can get first place next time, it will be an imperfect ending," Huang Haiming sat in his chair, lost in thought.

Among the fan base, die-hard fans such as Qingcheng Tianxia are also trying to find a way. No one feels comfortable if the book they support is stuck outside the top five. Everyone has put in so much effort, but they are only just short of the goal.

One step, I am afraid that even if I think about it in the future, it will be an unsolvable knot in my heart. From October 1st to now, Qingcheng Tianxia has rewarded more than 1 million starting coins, but it still cannot break out of the fifth place in Yanyu Jiangnan Great God.

Blasphemy's blockade.

Huang Haiming stopped thinking, stood up, and put on a thicker coat. The weather gradually turned colder. It seemed like Huang Haiming's mood at this time. He was unwilling to give in. He was really unwilling. He had been struggling for nearly five days and five nights, and it would end in such a sad way.

Is it? Some people may think that Huang Haiming should be content, but who knows how much Huang Haiming and his book friends who support him have paid. The cold wind in the sky gusted,

It blows so hard that it makes you want to doze off unconsciously.

After a simple two-hour rest, Huang Haiming sat down at the computer desk again with a tired heart. He didn't read anything or pay attention to anything. He just sat down and fell into a state of typing. Huang Haiming didn't want to say anything or anything.

I went to the book review to read the comments. That kind of ending was too hurtful. Huang Haiming didn’t want to make his book friends cry anymore. With tragedy and reluctance, Huang Haiming resolutely abandoned all the distracting thoughts in his heart, immersed himself in the state of coding, and forgot about time.

Forget about space, forget about yourself, forget about everything that can be forgotten, your mind flows automatically, your hands dance unconsciously like uncontrollable, all the sorrow and anger disappear, leaving only the pure and peaceful Huang Haiming.

Perhaps, Xu Wei in "Online Game: Super Player" is also in the same mood at this time. His emotions are blended, his souls are dependent on each other, there is no self-forgetfulness, no sustenance, and no worries, and he is clear and clear. There is only one thing left in the world.

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Huang Haiming was immersed in the state of coding. He didn't know how long it had passed, whether it was an hour, a month, or a year. Huang Haiming seemed to hear a voice echoing in his mind. "Congratulations to the host, you have opened the short-term state of unity between heaven and man.

In this state, the code words will not be affected by external objects, and the writing ability will be maximized. You can write your most genuine things and best express your inner mood and thoughts." However, Huang Haiming had no idea about all this,

Just get deeply intoxicated and forget about heaven, things, and yourself.

The time on the clock went round and round, running like a machine without stopping. At this time, Huang Haiming felt that he had a dream, dreaming about what he had thought in the dream before, and it was a martial arts dream, as if

I understand why Li Xunhuan was so drunk that he could kill the sun and the moon, frighten ghosts and gods, and forget about things and me in the world with an ordinary flying knife.

When Huang Haiming woke up again, it was already noon the next day. Huang Haiming could only vaguely remember bits and pieces of what happened yesterday. Huang Haiming only knew that his body had entered a state of 'harmony between man and nature', and then only what was left in front of him was

The five coded chapters should be of gold-level or higher quality. After reading it briefly, you won’t think there’s anything strange about it. But when you think about it carefully, it can pull your mind and unconsciously lead you into the protagonist’s life.

Emotions, joy or sorrow for his changes, cannot be his own.

Looking at the five coded chapters in front of him, Huang Haiming felt in a trance. He didn't know why he couldn't bear to send it out. It seemed that these were written about himself, his own heart, and his own feelings. Huang Haiming closed his eyes, and then clicked to upload the chapter.

These five pictures were uploaded together.

There is nothing that you are reluctant to give up. Only by giving up can you gain something. There is nothing that you are unwilling to give up. Only by giving up can you have something.

Huang Haiming did not look at the results of "Online Game: Super Player", nor the monthly tickets, nor the tear-jerking words of support from book friends. Instead, he closed his laptop and walked out of the dormitory alone in a heavy coat.

This place where I struggled for seven days, I walked out of this place that I will probably remember for the rest of my life and never forget.

The weather outside is still a little cold, and the dead leaves on the trees are falling in the wind, scattered and flying in the wind, flying to the distance of the sky and the earth.

Because today is October 7th, many students have begun to return to school. In fact, many people came back yesterday, but Huang Haiming didn't know it. Looking at the people walking back and forth, Huang Haiming walked around aimlessly, and then,

Huang Haiming stood alone for a long, long time. Finally, he resolutely walked back to the dormitory as the sun set.

At this time, Ren Tianqi had come back, but he had a calmer aura than before, less youthful and frivolous, or what he had experienced in the past few days. Huang Haiming walked over and hugged Ren Tianqi without saying anything.

Ren Tianqi didn't say anything, just smiled faintly. Although they had only been together for more than a month, a real friendship only takes a quarter of an hour. This kind of friendship is not the kind of friendship between fox friends and dog friends who are blessed with wealth and wealth, but when people leave.

Standing silently behind you when you need help the most.

When you are in power, everyone is smiling at you and looking at you very attentively, but they are all fake. When you are in power, everyone is still smiling at you, with a coldness, but in the end it is true. It is normal for people to leave with cool tea.

, but only those who are willing to drink cold tea with you and sit on the bench will be regarded as friends.

Huang Haiming knew that during the National Day period, Ren Tianqi secretly supported himself with constant rewards from the trumpet in exchange for monthly tickets. Although his power was limited, it was his heart. Huang Haiming also pretended not to know and enjoyed this rare warmth.

, crowds of people walked into the school gate and into the dormitory one after another. At about 8 o'clock in the evening, Zheng Zaihong and Ye Wudao returned to the dormitory one after another. Huang Haiming simply hugged them and chatted with them without looking at the computer. He was reluctant to do this.

Pure friendship is mixed with a trace of otherness.

Good times always disappear before you can recall them. At twelve o'clock in the evening, Huang Haiming came to the computer desk again and gently opened the computer screen. "Online Game: Super Player" was ranked fifth. Huang Haiming

He closed his eyes tightly, but tears escaped secretly. Huang Haiming wanted to cry loudly and cry with laughter.

Huang Haiming entered the book review area and simply said thank you, thank you to those brothers and sisters who followed me and worked hard during the National Day period. Whether it was a monthly vote or a recommendation vote, even a casual click,

This is my greatest support.

I don’t know how many book friends are crying at this time, crying with a smile. Their efforts are not in vain, God will always reward their hard work. Perhaps, when they tell stories to their children and grandchildren, they will still recall the madness and joy of this period of time.

youth.

The glory of November belongs to me and to you.

Youth has no regrets.

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