In the small dark room, Fangran, who was speechless after hearing Jota's answer, kept looking at him silently. Yota, who felt uncomfortable looking at him, shrank back behind the chair again.

"Um...did I say something weird..."

Fangran looked at this Yota who was more cowardly than him in all aspects and fields. It was a bit incredible that a guy with technological capabilities who could probably become the strongest hacker could stay at home and write novels all day long, but he still put it away because the other party asked him to

This preconceived view seems to have nothing to do with the text.

"Then were you coding just now? Can I search it online?"

"Well... I can find it for now..."

Hearing Fangran say this, Yota's voice became a little more enthusiastic, and he stepped aside and pressed on the keyboard. He was not the leader in the industry, but just a little-known novel that Fangran had never heard of.

The website popped up, and what appeared to be the backstage of his work appeared, but when he leaned over and looked, he saw...

[The King's Throne----Updated to Chapter 178----Fantasy Editor Team----Collection....]

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Fang Ran: "..."

10 favorites...

"Um...I said Jota..."

Looking at this physical screen that he probably specially prepared for coding, Fangran suddenly felt a complicated emotion in his mouth. Yotta, who was watching him read the book he wrote, his eyes gleaming, immediately answered!

"I am here!"

"Let me ask you a question, let's use an analogy... For example, in a classic adventure story, when the final boss fights back before his death in the final battle, the male protagonist suddenly looks back at the female protagonist in an environment where the air flow is roaring and the space is shattered.

Why did you give me a warm chuckle?"

"Um...he wants to...show off his masculine charm...?"

"..., when faced with an extremely difficult opponent to defeat, a companion calls the protagonist out alone to talk all night long before the war begins, and finally says to the protagonist, 'Don't worry, I will find a way to solve it.'

Why?"

"He...misjudged the opponent's combat strength?"

After hearing such an answer, Fangran was silent for a moment, turned her head silently and stared at him for a while, and then suddenly asked:

“How do you donate money from one’s card to a disaster area?”

"If I identify a certain person, I can use his name or photo to collect basic information such as mobile phone number and home address on the Internet. Then I can block his network operator and use a disguised base station to trick his device into connecting to the implant.

As long as the virus takes control of his SIM card, I have many ways to obtain his online banking account or mobile business office password, paralyze his mobile phone, or remotely control the transfer of money to another card to donate to the disaster area...

But...but it's illegal for Fangran to do this, and Sister Yesheng told me not to do this..."

"Jota, have you ever answered a question correctly in reading comprehension in junior high school Chinese?"

"Well...I never went to school..."

Fang Ran: "..."

alright, you win,

Now I finally know why I saw you poking at the keyboard with one finger when you came in...

Snapped...

Looking at this timid young man who could no longer be described as partial, who shrank back even though he had said something very powerful just now, Fangran slapped him on the face and looked at him with vicissitudes of life.

"Let me take the liberty of asking...have you signed the contract?"

Hearing Fangran ask this question, Jota's face looked slightly sad but he managed to hide it with embarrassment and smiled.

"Not yet...although I will apply every month..."

It's also...it's strange that I can sign a contract with ten collections of hundreds of thousands of words...

Fangran, who was completely speechless and didn't know where to complain, helplessly looked at the frail young man squatting on the chair, who seemed to have communication difficulties due to social anxiety, with unkempt hair and big glasses, sitting on the side.

The man on the bed sighed.

"It's really a shame that you can write hundreds of thousands of words without even signing a contract. After all, you are also a member of the night bureau. Let Brother Suqun find a way for you to discuss with the people of this small company. Or are you short of money? No

If you don’t have enough money, just buy it and sign any contract you want.”

"I...actually am one of the shareholders...

"puff!"

Go ahead! You really bought it!

Then you are a shareholder. You have invested in a novel you wrote and haven’t signed a contract yet!? Or is this a small 18th-tier website that I have never heard of?

Fangran had an indescribable look on his face and the corners of his mouth twitched. He didn't know how to complain about his collapse. He held his forehead and sighed without realizing it:

"Then you can just use your power. Besides, let's not talk about the communication barriers you have been having in a dark room all day. After all, why do you, a computer genius, want to write novels? What can you do that is not better than this...

."

"Ah haha...this..."

Hearing Fangran's helplessness, Jota chuckled quietly as if he felt a little strange. In the dim room, he looked at the screen in front of him. On it was a manuscript that he had only written a few hundred words. The light illuminated him slightly.

Behind the disheveled hair and large spectacle frames, there is a somewhat lost face.
Chapter completed!