Rebirth of the Internet Writer

Huang Haiming walked neither too fast nor too slowly. He arrived at the office at the address given by Zheng Zaihong on time at nine o'clock. Huang Haiming always paid great attention to the concept of time and would only forget the time under certain circumstances. Huang Haiming looked at the name of the office and found that he was not wrong.

Then he knocked on the door twice and walked in.

There were two people inside, one was sitting and the other was standing. Huang Haiming, who was standing, knew it was the counselor Wang Chengdao. The other was a middle-aged uncle who was sitting there. Wang Chengdao seemed to be talking to the leader.

Huang Haiming said nice things, Huang Haiming took a look and walked in. Wang Chengdao inside stopped talking, and the middle-aged leader was still sitting. Huang Haiming was ready to receive a lesson, waiting for the death penalty, and did not want to explain anything. For that kind of

People who take themselves too seriously and treat themselves as a person are never cold, and the person in front of them falls into this category.

Huang Haiming is not so fierce that he directly rises up to resist. If the revolution is to the end, if the teacher does something within the scope of his responsibilities that is not in line with the demeanor and behavior of "the silkworms will die until the silkworm dies", Huang Haiming can still accept it. For example, a philanthropic male teacher sees a certain

A beautiful girl was chatting with a boy who was prettier than herself. She felt unhappy and took it out on the unlucky guy. If he were the unlucky guy, Huang Haiming would not mind being used as a punching bag.

Just like when playing basketball in high school, Huang Haiming was running all over the court silly and vigorously. No one passed the ball to him. He ran for a whole class, and when he finally touched the ball and was about to shoot, he was kicked by someone else.

The high-spirited block shot was knocked down, causing the onlookers to scream and laugh. Huang Haiming was left running stupidly on the basketball court. Huang Haiming didn't mind resenting anything, and he didn't care about being blocked anymore. He was happy.

Just stay there, there's nothing wrong with helping others, and you'll be happy anyway.

Huang Haiming has never been afraid to judge others with the greatest malice, because he is an optimistic pessimist. Only in this way can he not be disappointed as much as possible.

Huang Haiming nodded frequently and humbly accepted the lessons from the school leader in front of him, but there was no guarantee that similar things would not happen next time. Huang Haiming was willing to accept responsibility for things within the principles, but only God knew for things outside the principles.

"Huang Haiming, what a good name. I hope you won't waste it. The middle-aged school leader stopped teaching him. He seemed to be tired. He slowly lay down on the chair and drank a glass of water. He frowned and seemed to remember something. He gently

He said, only he can hear it, Huang Haiming, it seems that he has heard of it somewhere, why does it sound familiar to him?"

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and an old man with sparse hair and plain clothes and shoes walked in. He was smiling and looked like a fortune-telling charlatan. However, the school leader who was sitting next to Huang Haiming suddenly stood up.

He stood up and quickly gave up his seat, as if the fake monkey had met the real King of the Mountain. He hurriedly made a cup of tea, tried his best to be calm and natural, but could not hide the flattering smile in his bones and said, "Old principal, why do you have time to come here?"

"Looking for someone," the visitor, who had been keeping his eyes on Huang Haiming since he came in, said two words and then stopped talking. He looked at Huang Haiming as if he was a devil who saw a flower girl, and Huang Haiming got angry for a while.

"Who are you looking for? Is it Xiao Wang? He is a leader in our school's youth talent ladder. He is a serious graduate of Peking University. He is young and promising." The middle-aged man obviously has a good reputation and immediately recommended Huang Haiming as a counselor to the old principal.

Wang Chengdao, a young man who has just entered school."

Wang Chengdao was also confused. Logically speaking, he didn't know anyone in the school and didn't have any connections.

"No, just look for this person." The old man put his hands behind his back, bent his back but straightened his waist, and looked at Huang Haiming.

Counselor Wang Chengdao was terrified. Huang Haiming had done something earth-shattering, which alarmed the real leadership of this school. Although this school is not famous, it has an old principal with the title of deputy minister. This

There is something fishy about it that cannot be explained to outsiders.

"You are Huang Haiming, right? I heard that you are writing novels now. You wrote a book called "Online Gamer: Super Player" which triggered a craze for online games. Then you opened a new book three months later and wrote a martial arts novel about martial arts.

"The Romance of Dragon and Snake" has triggered a wave of craze for Chinese martial arts, and even many old guys who are in seclusion are surprised, do they feel wronged to go to such a school?" The old man kept smiling, like a Maitreya Buddha.

A heartless and scary old man.

"No, it's not as exaggerated as you said. It's just luck, luck. Besides, I got into this school through good luck. I feel pretty good." Huang Haiming quickly replied vigilantly.

Wang Chengdao and the wretched middle-aged uncle looked twitching. When did the school except such a celebrity? No wonder he felt familiar when he heard the words Huang Haiming. Hasn't his son been watching "The Romance of Dragon and Snake"? He also watched it.

Take a look, it’s really good in online articles.

"I heard that the theory of Chinese martial arts proposed by you in "The Romance of Dragon and Snake" is the same as that of many masters in the martial arts world. It is not simple. It seems that coming to such a school is a bit of a talent loss, but it is very similar to when I was young. I would rather be a chicken head

If you don't become a phoenix, our school can still produce two outstanding talents every year."

The old principal waved to the counselor and the middle-aged school leaders and left. The leader who had just talked about the philosophy and values ​​of life in front of Huang Haiming immediately left the office, not forgetting to close the door and guarding it, fearing that someone might accidentally walk in.

Disturbing.

After the person left, the old man immediately lost his superior demeanor and returned to his normal state, just like an employee in the school, inconspicuous at all, "Actually, I heard my daughter talking about you, so I came to see what's different about you."

, I didn’t expect it to be a little different, but I heard that you never take English classes. In fact, it doesn’t matter if you don’t take English classes. But if you have nothing to do, you can go to the library and have a look. It will still be of some use to you.”

"What you are saying is that I went to English class once, and I often go to the reading library." Huang Haiming thought for a long time before he said this.

The old man just smiled and stopped talking, and then remained silent, as if he was reminiscing about his past self. Huang Haiming also said goodbye in a sensible manner and closed the door. The middle-aged leader was still guarding the door like a door god, watching them

Huang Haiming walked out of the teaching building.

After walking out of the teaching building, Huang Haiming felt strange. He looked at the sky and saw that it was still clear, but the weather was a bit cold.

Huang Haiming walked back to the dormitory quickly without stopping. As soon as he returned to the dormitory, he was questioned by several roommates. Huang Haiming seemed to be fine now. "We are dividing your inheritance, why so fast?"

Just come back and tell me how to punish you." Zheng Zaihong joked.

"Huang Haiming was amused by them. I only have this little possessions and nothing of value. Except for this shabby laptop, I can type well but can't play games. I don't have any inheritance. There is also a quilt and quilt from the school.

A few changes of clothes."

"Is everything okay?" Ren Tian and Qi Ye Wudao asked with concern.

"It's okay. I was originally being taught a lesson, but some big boss came along and let me go." Huang Haiming replied. After thinking about it, the answer was almost the same. As for how it was understood, Huang Haiming didn't care.

Not so much anymore.

Seeing that I was really fine, Ren Tian Qi Ye Wudao continued to play games and fiddle with the computer. For them, living a carefree life is king.

After checking the time, it was almost ten o'clock. Huang Haiming turned on the computer and continued to code the last chapter of the day. This chapter didn't take very long, but it was only finished around one-thirty.

Huang Haiming went to the book review section of "The Romance of Dragon and Snake" again. The review section was still very popular. A message attracted Huang Haiming's attention. Someone was congratulating the book for rising to the top ten of the new book list. Huang Haiming was busy typing and did not look at the ranking.

Considering that book friends are so powerful, it seems that the potential of "The Romance of Dragon and Snake" is beginning to explode.

At the same time, many book friends were asking for the establishment of a QQ group. After thinking about it, Huang Haiming followed the book friends' advice and established a QQ group with 500 people in two minutes. The group number was 255465781. Then he posted it, which surprised Huang Haiming.

What's amazing is that as soon as it was sent out, half of the positions were occupied.

Qing Jinxiu bubbled up, and the same sentence appeared repeatedly in the chat box. Huang Haiming wondered when his popularity had become so popular, and then he made a smiley face and stopped talking.

It's just that Huang Haiming aroused crazy replies as soon as he appeared. Jinxiu is very popular. Is it Jinxiu himself? Please reply.

I would like to ask if the Ming Jin, Dark Jin and Transformation Jin in the Chinese martial arts really exist. Jinxiu Da Da must know the Chinese martial arts. What level is it? At least there is Ming Jin. Please reply.

Likewise, many book friends began to comment, asking for clarification and updates.

Huang Haiming said nothing more. It was just a random move, but he didn't expect it to cause such a big response. It seems that he still has a certain degree of popularity.

With a satisfied mood, Huang Haiming simply washed up and then went to bed. He hoped to have a good sleep tonight, but in his heart he was thinking that his lady sister Li Fangfei was actually reading the novel I wrote. Huang Haiming smiled in excitement.

I fell asleep.