They are all reborn, who will fall in love?

On Saturday, a shower hit Linda, washing away the sweltering heat that had lasted for many days.

The automatic reply system made by Sunai has already started running on the website, and the test results are not bad. The keyword trigger is very accurate, and the repetition rate of the rainbow fart is not high. It is already six to seven points like a real person.

Jiang Qin specially dumped the website address to Cao Guangyu, didn't tell him about the robot, but just let him try to post. As a result, the more he played with Dogecoin, the more he felt that he was a dragon and a phoenix.

"Old Jiang, it's really interesting that you gave me this website, it's really fun!"

At this moment, Cao Guangyu was facing the computer he just bought, the keyboard in his hand was crackling, and he was so happy that he flew up.

Jiang Qin turned around calmly: "What's so interesting?"

"This is the first time for me to pretend to be online, and it is also the first time I have met so many people who agree with me. There is even a girl who said that she admires me. Sure enough, gold will shine, but they don't know it. I just pretended to be superficial. , I haven't used any strength at all!"

"????"

Jiang Qin secretly logged in to the administrator's background and took a look, and found that this guy had created a series of continuous posts called my simple and unpretentious life of the rich second generation, all kinds of pretense.

Posting my own Nokia 5230, the accompanying text is really rubbish, no wonder it’s so cheap at 3,000 yuan, it’s nothing compared to the Rittal I’ve used.

Then he posted an online picture of the BMW 5 Series, saying that he would buy a car after the military training. He hesitated between the BBC and his family asked him to buy a Porsche in one step.

These few posts triggered a lot of keywords, resulting in continuous rainbow farts from the follower robot.

What brother is so handsome, I envy my brother's life, his literary talent is outstanding, he must be a literary giant, Cao Guangyu was so beaten by farts, he kept leaving messages and replies to the robot, triggering keywords again, and got a new round of rainbow farts.

After such a lap, Cao Guangyu felt as if he had found the meaning of life.

Ren Ziqiang looked enviously at the back, but this webpage is currently only available on PC, so he can't play it, so he can't help but feel regretful.

"The people here speak really nicely. Lao Jiang, when the wap version will be launched, I want to play it too."

"Hurry up, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

Looking at these two guys, Jiang Qin sighed in his heart, thinking that my small dormitory actually has two talents, crouching dragon and phoenix chick at the same time, and I can chat so happily with automatic reply, invincible, really fucking invincible.

However, this also proves that my thinking is correct. Automatic replies can indeed cause a certain degree of false prosperity, and it can produce excellent results when there are very few users in the early stage.

At ten o'clock in the noon, the showers continued and the temperature in Linda dropped sharply, making it very refreshing and cool.

Jiang Qin was rubbing his socks when he suddenly received an email from Yao Yanling from the Literature Club. After opening it, he found a novel called "Lonely City". The following is the story of being admitted to a key university.

In the first 10,000 words, senior sister Yao Yanling used full narration to describe in detail how lonely this girl is, and even wrote a sentence that even her eyelashes smell of loneliness.

Ten thousand words are worth ten dollars, and those ten thousand words are worth one hundred dollars.

Just want to earn me a hundred dollars?

Or should I call the police? !

This is a fucking scam!

"Sister, the writing is really good, even a layman like me feels a kind of loneliness."

"Thank you, junior, for your praise. Let's agree on a thousand words and ten yuan. I will take advantage of you."

"But senior sister, this is a vulgar and low-level website, and it cannot include such high-end works."

"what do you mean?"

"Can you change the subject matter, don't write inspirational literature, write something vulgar, such as polygamy, third parties, etc. We love to read."

"Student, you don't understand literature at all, so I misunderstood the person!"

Yao Yanling replied to him, and then the profile picture turned gray, obviously offline.

Jiang Qin felt that it was nothing to worry about. His website, like Weibo, took the way of fragmented reading. It would be icing on the cake if there were novels to read, but it would not hurt if there were no novels.

It's just that he was a little worried. After all, Yao Yanling was the president of the literary club. If this matter affected the contributions of the literary club, what would happen to the content of his website? We couldn't just rely on Cao Guangyu's pretentious posts, right?

But what he didn't expect was that Dong Wenhao called him half an hour later, saying that the first batch of manuscripts had come out, and he wanted him to see if it was okay, so Jiang Qin changed his clothes, and after a while Came to East School.

"Accidentally crossed the line with my girlfriend, what should I do?" "

"My boyfriend graduated first, recording my whole process from long-distance relationship to breakup"

"The first time I went to a hotel with my girlfriend, I didn't know what to say or not to say"

"The ex-boyfriend has a cold, I'll take care of it, and the current one wants to break up with me? "

"What is the experience of falling in love with the school girl, it is absolutely true! "

A total of 20 manuscripts were submitted by the Literature Club. After Jiang Qin's careful review, only eight were qualified.

Dong Wenhao felt that he couldn't hold back his face, so he kept explaining that it was the first time for everyone to take over such a writing task, and they were not familiar enough, and the rate of passing drafts would definitely increase in the future.

Jiang Qin waved his hand and said it was all right, then took out 150 yuan from his wallet and handed it to Dong Wenhao.

"Aren't these eight articles qualified? One article costs six yuan, and forty-eight is enough."

"The first time I submit a manuscript, I will ask for both good and bad, in order to mobilize their enthusiasm, and they will see money as soon as they reach out. They will think that my boss is very generous, and your appeal in the club will also increase. Be stronger, and it will be easier to do things in the future."

Dong Wenhao took the money with a complicated expression: "Brother, your family is in business, right?"

Jiang Qin stuffed his wallet into his pocket: "No, I'm just a handsome guy with an ordinary background."

"..."

Dong Wenhao stuffed the money into his pocket, hesitated for a while, and then said, "Senior Yanling has been saying with a black face today that you don't understand literature. Is there something wrong with the novel?"

"It's not a big problem. The novel is not bad. It's all beautiful Chinese characters, but the combination doesn't look good. It's so fucking weird." Jiang Qin shrugged.

"Then does your website still accept novels?"

"I want to accept it, but there are too few good ones. I'm doing business, not charity."

Dong Wenhao hesitated for a moment, and took out another manuscript from his schoolbag: "Then how about this, can you accept it?"

Jiang Qin picked it up suspiciously and looked at it. The title of the book is "You Are the Color of Fireworks in the World". After reading it twice, he unconsciously frowned: "It's a little level, it's refreshing, and the taste is very good. , who wrote this, why did you hide it?"

"A former member named Shi Miaomiao."

"before?"

"I was scolded by Senior Sister Yanling and quit the club, saying that her writing is not spiritual, so I told her not to waste time here."

"Thousand characters seven, let her promise to update it every day, and the copyright of the novel belongs to me. If I promise, I will accept it."

While talking, the door of the activity room of the Literature Club was suddenly pushed open, Yao Yanling walked in from the door, was slightly taken aback when she saw Jiang Qin, and then directly ignored him with a dark face.

She had a good impression of Jiang Qin before, but now it is gone. In her eyes, Jiang Qin is just an ordinary person who does not understand literature.

Yao Yanling picked up a pair of colored flags from the right side of the activity room, and went out the door without looking back.

"Don't mind, senior sister is like this, never allowing others to deny her works." Dong Wenhao couldn't help explaining for Yao Yanling.

Jiang Qin waved his hand: "A person with a dream like senior sister is worthy of admiration, unlike me, who only has a few bad money."

"..."