Yang Chen took the evening flight back to Xijing. At night, the whole city was brightly lit, giving it a bit of the bustling atmosphere of a metropolis.
It was getting late, and Yang Chen, who was looking at his expensive watch, did not disturb Shen Yue, who was staying at the Pearl Hotel with his mother. His Wrangler had a large piece of paint wiped off and the door was damaged, so he sent it for repair. He had no car to drive. I queued up to take a taxi at the airport and didn't get back to Ningda University until almost ten o'clock in the evening.
Everyone was in dormitory 301 of the School of Economics and Management at Ningda University. Jiang Yao, who insisted on studying for three hours every night, also returned to the dormitory half an hour early, opened the assembled desktop computer he had just bought a few days ago, and went to battle with Han Lei, Jiang Zhiwen, and Zhou Huiqiang. When playing Dota, there are obvious signs of being led astray.
Zhang Zhiqiang, who claimed to be an online author, was also playing with his laptop, looking attentive. Yang Chen opened the door and walked into the dormitory to stand behind him. He was completely unaware that this guy was using more than ten vests to scold a writer in the book review area of an unknown literary station. The author of the official article scolded him heartily.
"Tang...Third Young Master? Do you have a grudge against him?"
Yang Chen spoke so abruptly that Zhang Zhiqiang trembled in fright. He turned around in panic, then scratched his messy hair and laughed awkwardly: "No, no grudge. I can't stand him writing such bad novels and insulting the online literature I love. , poisoning the majority of young people.”
Yang Chen smiled and asked again: "Is he very popular?"
"He wrote urban pretentious articles. He wrote them early and was lucky. He became popular. I would have written three or five years earlier and might have been more popular than him." Zhang Zhiqiang curled his lips disapprovingly. He was probably afraid that Yang Chen would think he was bragging and looked down on him. He was too busy. He added: "I am good at writing about fantasy cultivation. There are too many authors writing about this subject. It is very difficult to get ahead of myself. I have to write at least two or three books to achieve results."
"Oh..." Yang Chen nodded with a smile, a flash of disappointment that Zhang Zhiqiang could not detect flashed deep in his eyes. Yang Chen originally thought that Zhang Zhiqiang was repeated a grade, and his parents went to the south to work and earn money through physical strength. It was very difficult for the family. Coming from a grassroots background, I know how difficult it is to be a grassroots person, so I want to help this new roommate.
It's a pity that poor people must be miserable.
Every successful person has his or her own merits. Zhang Zhiqiang cannot even understand this or is unwilling to admit it. Yang Chen feels that this new roommate is currently hopeless.
The author who writes about fantasy and cultivation actually goes on to criticize the author who writes urban novels for being exaggerated and fake. Even Yang Chen, who doesn't know much about literature, finds it ridiculous.
"Boss, turn on the computer quickly. If you weren't here, we would be abused nine times out of ten." Han Lei, who had been continuously abused tonight, was like seeing a savior and called out to Yang Chen, a powerful and abnormal game master.
"I'm not interested today. You guys play while I wash up."
Yang Chen smiled lazily, turned around and walked into the bathroom. The landline phone in the dormitory was hung on the wall at the entrance to the bathroom. He was gargling when the landline suddenly rang. The man spat out toothpaste foam and came out to answer the phone. The person on the other end of the phone was tired and exhausted. The voice claims to be Zhang Zhiqiang’s father.
"Zhiqiang, your dad's phone number."
Yang Chen called Zhang Zhiqiang and returned to the bathroom to continue washing up. Zhang Zhiqiang lowered his voice and complained that his father's phone call was not at the right time, which affected his review for the postgraduate entrance examination. Finally, he asked his father to remit 3,000 yuan tomorrow morning, so as not to affect his application for the postgraduate entrance examination class.
A graduate student who has repeated a grade and passed the exam.
In the bathroom, Yang Chen frowned with hatred, suppressed the urge to scold Zhang Zhiqiang, covered his head and washed his face. He couldn't understand it himself, and it was useless no matter what others said.
After Yang Chen washed up, he walked out of the bathroom, chatting and joking with his roommates as usual, completed two sets of push-ups and weight-bearing squats, and climbed into bed to sleep.
Zhang Zhiqiang's bed faces Yang Chen's bed. Under the bed, Writer Zhang, who was playing with the computer, secretly glanced at Yang Chen. He didn't know why he felt inexplicably guilty every time he faced the boss 301.
He couldn't figure out why, but Zhang Zhiqiang continued to do his own thing. In reality, he seemed harmless to humans and animals, but he was very fierce on the Internet. He joined several forums, and after scolding many opponents, he opened his name "" with a great sense of accomplishment.
"Dragon's Sky" website, browsed through various literary circles and gossip, and finally entered the book recommendation area of the website.
Seeing that yesterday’s post he used to promote his book through a vest was full of sharp and vicious comments from poisonous snakes, his fighting spirit was once again high. He logged into more than ten vest accounts, refuted in turn, and left dozens of posts praising his book. Satisfied, he closed the page and opened it.
Word document, ready for creation.
It was already early in the morning, and 301 others went to bed early, snoring loudly.
And Zhang Zhiqiang, who was in a daze, forced himself to write, euphemistically saying that the quiet night can give the writer inspiration.
Yang Chen's biological clock is almost accurate to the minute. He wakes up naturally and subconsciously checks his watch. At almost the same time every day, he rubs his eyes and sits up. Under the bed diagonally opposite, Zhang Zhiqiang crawls on the computer table and sleeps soundly. It seems that he has stayed up all night.
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"Zhiqiang, go to bed and go to bed. How can you sleep on your stomach like this? If you do this often, you may get into trouble in the future. Your body is the capital of your creation." Yang Chen woke up Zhang Zhiqiang and joked by the way. The great writer was bleary-eyed and looked at the computer desk.
There was a puddle of irritation, and I hurriedly wiped the corners of my mouth in embarrassment.
"I woke up so early. You were busy, so I fell asleep." Zhang Zhiqiang finished his words with a yawn, climbed into bed and fell asleep, continuing the routine of reversing day and night.
Is this how a writer lives?
Yang Chen shook his head helplessly. He didn't understand the world of writers, and he had no interest in understanding it. He was too lazy to worry about it. He washed up step by step, exercised early, and had breakfast. The student cafeteria was full of freshmen wearing camouflage military training uniforms. They were excited to be admitted to the university.
The energy has obviously not disappeared from their faces, and they are all full of energy, unlike the old ones who are lifeless.
The old students feel that the new students are immature and immature.
In short, they couldn't stand each other. Yang Chen, who was eating tofu and fried dough sticks, didn't look down on the new students in a condescending manner. People all go from immaturity to maturity, transforming bit by bit. Except for the evildoers who appear out of nowhere, no one is better than the other.
How often, people who think they are awesome either underestimate others or overestimate themselves.
At this moment, Yang Chen didn't know that in the eyes of everyone who knew him, he was undoubtedly that monster who appeared out of nowhere. After breakfast alone, he followed the freshmen in camouflage uniforms out of the cafeteria. The boys took the initiative to avoid him.
, the little girls looked at him again and again.
Awesome men are just like beautiful women.
No matter where he goes, he is the focus of ordinary people's attention.
Under a dozen steps in front of the cafeteria, a silver-gray Rolls-Royce Phantom sedan was parked, attracting many students to look at it, point at it, or secretly take photos with their mobile phones.
Yang Chen glanced at the Rolls-Royce and wanted to go around, but he didn't expect a lean and tall man to get out of the passenger seat and block his way.
"My boss wants to have a few words with you." The hunky man said coldly.
Yang Chen frowned, thinking something was going to happen, and many students pouring out of the cafeteria stopped, thinking that something special was going on.
