Feng Bujue opened his eyes and saw the faint, soft light inside the game cabin. Due to the previous day and a half of staying up all night, going to bed early, waking up, and sleeping again, he finally established that he slept from four in the morning to
The biological clock that naturally wakes up at noon is disrupted.
At 2:30 in the morning, he disconnected his neural connections, came out of the game cabin, and suddenly wanted to write something.
Opening the hatch, as soon as he took a step out, he stepped on something sticky and soft...
At this time, the room was very dark, and he was not wearing slippers, only socks. In a very short moment, he made a very correct conclusion: "This is not cat poop..." He lowered his head: "Give him back the meow."
What could it be!"
Twenty minutes later, he wiped the floor, washed off his socks, sat on the computer chair, and looked at Assas who was lying on the table as if nothing had happened.
People these days pay attention to private space, so the sound insulation effect in the building is very good. Otherwise, if Feng Bujue screams in the middle of the night, runs the washing machine, and mops the floor, neighbors would have called the door.
Assas's eyes glowed green in the dark, and after looking at them for a long time, he felt a little panicked. Feng Bujue stared at them for a while, then sighed: "I'll take care of you tomorrow."
He knocked the cat off the table, turned on the computer and started typing. I don't even know where the draft of this month's "Second-rate Detective and the Cat" is. I happened to be inspired at this moment, so I took the time to write more.
Feng Bujue was quite troubled by the matter of derivatives. "If the existence of a certain life itself is a mistake, then what is the meaning of its coming to this world?" This question lingered in his mind.
When he couldn't get an answer, he would write the question into his work. It was not so that readers could answer him. He also knew that some things had no answer. He just wanted more people to think about it.
To put it simply, Feng Bujue's behavior is... when he can't let go of his own entanglement, he transforms one person's entanglement into a group of people's entanglements, and finally achieves the effect of everyone being entangled. It can be said to be a higher level of harming others and not benefiting oneself.
realm.
Of course, it was impossible for Feng Bujue to directly write down what he had experienced and the settings in the game. He had to reimagine a plot so that the story of the derivatives could be presented in another way, turning it into "The Second-rate Detective and the Cat".
》One of the stories.
When he focuses on something, time always passes quickly. When he pulled away from the story, he found that it was already dawn, and this month's serial manuscript was finally completed. In these five or six hours, he closed the book.
Of course it was impossible for Bujue to finish the entire manuscript. He was just weaving a framework. This was also the most brain-consuming step. After completing this step, the rest to do was relatively simple. Fill in the content in the framework and it was done.
I will make a draft and then make revisions. If everything goes well, it will be a finished manuscript after one revision. As for the proofreading work, just leave it to the editor of the magazine. However, Feng Bujue’s manuscripts generally don’t need proofreading. He still pays more attention to quality and details.
one person.
It’s Sunday, and the weather is pretty good. As far as Feng Bujue knows, every Sunday, Wang Tanzhi goes to the kindergarten to work as a social worker to help. In Feng Bujue’s original words, “Play with your peers for half a day.
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Feng Bujue's attitude towards public welfare activities is relatively cold. Compared with a good young man like Xiao Tan, if he participates in similar work... to put it mildly, it would be "a bit contrary"; to put it bluntly,
It will scare (or spoil) children.
Speaking of Feng Bujue, all the policemen in the local police station know him. Brother Jue is a legendary figure... There is a body missing from the morgue of some hospital. Some dog gave birth to a cat.
Whose kid is suddenly able to explode light bulbs, crop circles, meteorite fragments, etc. with his thoughts... If someone seriously reported a similar situation to the police, it would be right to find Feng Bujue. Anyway, this matter is either
What he did either had something to do with him, or if it really didn't matter, you could just ask him to be a consultant.
Feng Bujue felt that there was nothing wrong with this. People like him who don't like asking for help are often very helpful. Rather than helping others, it is better to say that he enjoys a kind of "being needed"
To put it simply, he likes others to come to him for help. Moreover, his mentality has nothing to do with his sense of social mission and is entirely driven by interest.
In short, this Sunday will be another leisurely day for Feng Bujue. He only slept for two and a half hours last night, and he was still in a "dreaming" state while playing the game, and then he got up again to code.
At daybreak, he was really tired. He yawned and went back to bed to sleep.
When I woke up, I looked at the clock and saw that it was exactly 12 noon.
Feng Bujue cautiously took a look at the bedside to see if there was any newly buried "land mine" by Assas. Fortunately, there was none, but when he came to the living room, he still saw a lump...
As a person who had experience raising cats, he naturally had an idea. First, he pulled Assas to his masterpiece, held the cat's face between his hands and ravaged it, then picked up the thing with a tissue and put it away.
Enter the sandbox, then pull Assas to the sandbox and pat its head to make it recognize the place.
Feng Bujue once tried to use this method to train pets to use the toilet when he was a child, but it ended in failure. It turned out that the thing was not designed for cats. They would fall if they were not careful, and what happened next would be unimaginable...
After he finished cleaning up the dirty things, he went to cook noodles for himself. After buying breakfast yesterday, he didn't even have any change left. Feng Bujue was now truly "penniless". Fortunately, he had saved Master Bao and Xiao Tan before.
Two meals were enough to put some food in his stomach. In the next nine days, until he received his manuscript fee in the middle of the month, if there was no chance to eat, he would have to strictly follow the pre-calculated ration and eat noodles with clear soup.
"Meow..." Asas looked at Feng Bujue who was cooking, as if he thought he was doing something good and wanted to take advantage of it.
Feng Bujue lowered his head and glanced at it: "Your cat food tastes better than this."
Assas seemed to understand, turned away from Trigger, and lay down on the sofa to doze off.
More than ten minutes later, Feng Bujue came to the computer with his homemade Yangchun noodles, turned on the monitor, and logged into the game forum of Thriller Paradise. I don’t know when, he developed a habit of always eating.
You need to watch something, or just chat with others, otherwise you will feel like your life is wasted.
He had just sucked a handful of noodles into his mouth when his eyes moved to the screen. The line of words at the top of the forum almost made him spit out the noodles.
"Because the number of full-level players has exceeded 10% of the total number of internal beta players, the server has been shut down. We will complete a comprehensive upgrade within 48 hours and open the official public beta version, so stay tuned."
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