Rebirth of the Internet Writer

The wind blew the leaves and the birds returned after flying over the clouds. After the college entrance examination, they left the campus one after another, but some people were happy, some were depressed, and some didn't care, as if they were going through a formality.

There are all kinds of them, and they are all of indescribable elegance.

Huang Haiming didn't stay too much after the college entrance examination. He and his classmates walked to the dormitory in groups amidst the noise. Because they were leaving school tomorrow and going back to their respective homes, they were all ready to pack their bags in advance and prepare to go home.

preparation.

On the way back to the dormitory, no one talked about the college entrance examination. No one wanted to disturb this rare opportunity to relax. After working hard for more than ten years, all the answer sheets that should be handed in have been handed in. No matter what the score is, it has passed. You will still have to do it tomorrow.

Life and the tension that weighed on students have completely dissipated. Looking back at the years of college entrance examinations, I don’t know whether I should be happy or sad, but no matter what, I am happy now.

"Hai Ming, can you go home directly tomorrow? Deng Ziqi's voice came from behind."

"Ah, um, I might do a part-time job tomorrow, a summer job, to earn some pocket money," Huang Haiming scratched his head and said, and then asked: "What about you?"

"I might go on a trip and I want to relax. How about we go together," Deng Ziqi said.

"Oh, I'd better forget it. I'll talk about it when I get the chance later. But I won't come back until I'm drunk tonight, so you can't run away."

"Don't worry, I won't come home unless I get drunk tonight."

When Huang Haiming returned to his dormitory, he started to pack his luggage. In fact, he didn't have too many things. There were only a few specially collected novels and a few sets of clothes. The other textbooks were all sold as scrap paper, but they only sold for a few dozen yuan.

Money, Huang Haiming was quite depressed when he thought about it. He spent a lot of money buying these textbooks, and he didn’t know how much energy he spent on studying. In the end, it was only dozens of dollars worth of miscellaneous paper. This thought passed through Huang Haiming’s mind.

It's gone, there's nothing to worry about.

After packing his luggage, Huang Haiming lay on the bed in the dormitory and began to think about how to arrange the two-month summer vacation. But after a while, Huang Haiming made a simple arrangement. First, he had to save money to buy a computer, and then he could spend time in his spare time.

It’s time to formulate an outline of the subject matter of the novel. The first novel does not have to be a masterpiece, but it must be of high quality. First, it can accumulate popularity and experience in writing novels. Second, it can help you get used to the environment of writing novels as soon as possible. Although Huang Haiming before his rebirth

I have written novels, but they were all thrown into the street, and my knowledge of novels was blocked by the "writer development system".

Huang Haiming suddenly thought of something and sat up suddenly. His health was too bad. It seemed that he had to exercise, otherwise he would die before finishing the novel. There was no specific way to exercise Huang Haiming, so he could only use stupid methods.

Get up early in the morning, go for a run, and adjust your diet appropriately.

The sun sets in the west, the clouds rise and fall, and time slips away from the fingertips inadvertently. Gradually, the sun sets, the moon hangs high in the night sky, and the sparse crickets are chirping non-stop. Huang Haiming and his classmates in the dormitory

Walking towards the party hotel, the hotel is not too big, but it looks very clean and hygienic. The food is very generous and has a good reputation.

Before Huang Haiming and the others arrived at the hotel, many classmates had gathered. They chatted about life, parting, the future, and renewing friendships in the past. Huang Haiming was also infected by this atmosphere. He put aside his previous silence and joined in, enjoying themselves.

.The lights complement each other and the people drink and drink. No one will be embarrassed in this atmosphere.

Good times are always fleeting. Half drunk and half awake, everyone sang a song "Friends" by Zhou Huajian. No matter whether the singing was good or not, they sang out their own moods. At this moment, all the grievances and resentments were reflected.

All the hatred has disappeared, leaving only the faint melancholy of separation and the lingering friendship mixed with it. In any case, we have been classmates for three years. Even enemies can become lovers in such a long time.

, not to mention a group of eighteen or nineteen-year-old students who have not experienced life yet.

The night was like a curtain, pitch black, with only sporadic moonlight shining down secretly.

The water overflows when it is full, and the moon waxes and wanes. Even Huang Haiming's usual silence cannot stop the power of this wine. After drinking, he speaks the truth. These words are true. Huang Haiming doesn't feel that he talks more than usual. There is a kind of direct expression.

When asked about my future goals and ideals, I couldn't help but reveal that I wanted to be an online writer in the future, but no one cared about it. It was just a joke and a casual question.

After walking out of the hotel, the streets were still brightly lit, with feasting and singing and dancing. A breeze blew from a distance, dispelling a lot of the drunkenness of everyone, and also dispelled the faint drunkenness in Huang Haiming's heart.

"Wine is really not a good thing. Even Saint Kong could not resist its magic. Fortunately, I am not drunk. It seems that I will have to drink less in the future, but I am afraid there will be fewer such opportunities. Wine is really a damn good thing. One glass

"Relieve thousands of worries," Huang Haiming whispered to himself in a low voice, so low that only he could hear it.

Just when Huang Haiming walked back to the dormitory and was about to lie down to sleep, the voice of the "Writer Development System" sounded in his mind. Huang Haiming immediately lost his drunkenness. He didn't know what was going on with the system. There has been no news since he was bound to recognize the master.

, it was only now that a message was sent, "You have received a new message, please pay attention to the host and check it."

Huang Haiming immediately connected to the system, clicked on the message, and then a newbie main quest appeared, "In view of the host's current low writing ability, small knowledge, lack of inspiration sources, and weak logic, the system will start a novice quest. Please read the host extensively.

Chinese ancient and modern history expands the scope of knowledge. The types of books are divided into astronomy, geography, and humanities."

"Task requirements: Have a general understanding of the knowledge in the book, but it is not required to understand everything."

"Task reward: ten points for every one percent of progress."

"Task time: no limit"

Huang Haiming is really depressed. This is too direct. I don’t know how to consider the owner’s feelings. The system actually says that his writing ability is low, his knowledge is small, he lacks sources of inspiration, and his logic is not strong. Although everything he wrote before rebirth is

It was a novel that hit the street, but at least some people read it. In the end, Huang Haiming had to accept this reality and added another task during the summer vacation, buying books to read. However, this task seemed pretty good and suitable for him.