Rekindling the Youthful Era

Chapter 665 Surprise?

It was difficult for Li Luo to describe his state and feelings at the moment.

It is clear that in the past half month or so, I have been typing at a speed of 30,000 words a day.

At this moment, he seemed to have completely lost his superb typing ability and turned into a wooden man, sitting motionless on the chair.

He is now sitting in front of the computer with his legs apart, his hands placed obediently on the keyboard, his eyes fixed on the computer screen in front of him, but he has no intention of typing at all.

Logically speaking, all he needs to do is open the memory palace in his brain and fill in the plot according to the contents of the outline. Typing should be easy for him.

Even when he was writing 30,000 words a day, he just felt a little restless sitting in front of a chair all day, but he didn't feel dizzy due to excessive mental exertion.

After all, the function of the memory palace is so powerful that for things that have been memorized once, the loss of recalling them again is negligible.

But at this moment, Yan Zhusheng would always instantly disconnect his nerves from the memory palace, leaving him in a state where he was completely unable to think.

He couldn't help but look down.

Then he immediately raised his head, not daring to look again.

"Li Luo." Yan Zhusheng suddenly stopped and said to Li Luo outside.

"Hmm?" Li Luo's "hmm" was almost a hum from his nose, and his body trembled subconsciously.

"What time is it now?" Yan Zhusheng asked.

"Let me see." Li Luo came back to his senses and glanced at the time. Then he said, "It's 8:20."

"Oh." Yan Zhusheng nodded, and then immediately started nodding again.

Li Luo took a deep breath, forcing himself not to look at the beautiful scenery under the table. Instead, he focused on the computer, wondering whether he should type a few words.

At this moment, the QQ logged in on the computer began to flash.

Someone is looking for him.

Li Luo moved the mouse, clicked on the avatar, and found that it was a letter from editor Qianzhou.

[Qianzhou]: You should be back to school soon, right? Are you feeling well now?

Current state... Li Luo pulled his eyes. When the editor asked him this, he suddenly felt too excited.

Yan Zhusheng felt that Li Luo seemed to tremble a few times, and the feeling was particularly obvious. He thought it was his own credit.

So I worked harder.

Li Luo also responded to the editor.

Finally I started typing on the keyboard, typing into the computer.

[Rekindle]: School starts the day after tomorrow. I’m doing fine now. What’s wrong?
[Qianzhou]: I’m just a little worried about your health. After all, your health is the capital of revolution, right? You don’t have to work so hard all the time to update.

Logically speaking, as an editor, one would certainly wish that the authors under his/her charge would write as much as possible every day.

Especially for top platinum authors like Li Luo, editors usually feel embarrassed to urge him to do better and hope that he can work harder.

However, Qianzhou has never seen anyone who works as hard as Li Luo.

Even their editor-in-chief and chief editor had never seen Li Luo update the tentacle monster in such a perverted way before.

At first, they were worried that Li Luo might ruin such a good book, so they had to read the book every day to check if the quality of the plot showed any signs of decline.

If there is such a risk, the editor-in-chief would rather immediately stop Li Luo's frequent updates than ruin such a good book.

After all, from Qidian's perspective, no matter how much the subscription fee for a book is, it is actually just in the tens of millions.

But there are very few dramas like "The Night Patrol of Daqian" that are suitable for costume adaptation and have such explosive results.

Therefore, they would rather Li Luo try to polish the work as carefully as possible rather than ruin the quality of the entire book with such exaggerated updates.

But after reading it for a few days, the editorial staff discovered that the quality of the plot, for Li Luo, did not seem to have any necessary connection with the number of words he wrote every day.

Not only is the quality still online, but there are more words, which makes it more enjoyable to read.

This is very scary.

You know, now "Daqian Night Patrol" has officially broken through the 80,000 average subscription mark.

Since Qidian was founded at the beginning of the century, in the past ten years or so, it can be said that it is rare for the main site to have achieved results exceeding 80,000.

After all, piracy was rampant in the early years, and although it is still the same now, at least a considerable number of genuine users have been accumulated.

Even so, the editors were still amazed that the author could create such a groundbreaking work after the platinum award.

After all, Li Luo is only eighteen years old now.

It can be said that the future is bright.

[Rekindle]: Don't worry, I still have more than 200,000 words in my savings, which is enough to cover the remaining chapters I owe.

[Rekindle]: After school starts, there will be military training. In the next few days, I will slowly reduce the amount of updates, and strive to reduce the number of words to 10,000 by next month.

After chatting with the editor, Li Luo was able to break away a little from Yan Zhusheng's rigid control.

The internal strength that had seemed to be on the verge of collapse seemed to have shrunk back a little and was not getting out of control so quickly.

[Qianzhou]: I'm glad there's no problem. I'm just worried that you're just forcing yourself.

[Qianzhou]: By the way, I wish you a happy start to school. I won’t bother you anymore for now.

[Rekindle]: Okay, thank you for your concern.

After Li Luo finished chatting with Qianzhou and suddenly broke away from the chatting state, his entire attention instantly shifted from the top to the bottom.

So he simply searched through the QQ list, then identified the target and sent a message to his good brother.

【Li Luo】：What are you doing?
[Zhao Rongjun]: Is there anything wrong?
[Li Luo]: Can’t I come to you if there’s nothing wrong?
[Zhao Rongjun]: Um...mainly because I may not be free right now. If you have something to say, please tell me quickly.

[Li Luo]: Are you dating Huanhuan?
[Zhao Rongjun]: Well...she asked you not to disturb us.

[Li Luo]: Okay, okay, you forget your brothers when you have a woman.

[Zhao Rongjun]: No way? So what do you want?

【Li Luo】: Nothing.

Li Luo said this, and then simply picked up a random topic to continue.

[Li Luo]: I just want to ask you, what date do you plan to report to school?

Qianjiang University has set August 8th and 26th as the registration dates, which is this weekend.

Logically speaking, since they live so close to the school, they can just go on the 27th without having to compete with others.

But Zhao Rongjun said.

[Zhao Rongjun]: We should go on the 26th. Huanhuan said that we can get to know our roommates earlier.

[Li Luo]: What about Xinyan?

[Zhao Rongjun]: Xinyan should be following Xixi, right? Aren’t they both going to Zhuyuan?

【Li Luo】：Oh, that’s right.

If there was no one around Zhao Rongjun, Li Luo might have teased him, but thinking that Xu Yinghuan was right next to him, it was a bit inappropriate, so he gave up. At this moment, Li Luo saw his phone vibrate twice, so he ended the chat with Zhao Rongjun and reached out to pick up the phone.

Someone is looking for me on WeChat above.

When I clicked on it, I found out it was my uncle Lin Xiufeng.

This is strange.

[Lin Xiufeng]: Are you busy?
Busy...

Li Luo really wanted to reply like this.

But he still responded honestly.

【Li Luo】：No, what’s wrong?

[Lin Xiufeng]: It’s nothing, just asking casually, are you going to start school the day after tomorrow?

【Li Luo】：Yes.

[Lin Xiufeng]: You applied to Qianhai University’s College of Arts, right?

[Li Luo]: I guess so. Strictly speaking, it should be called the Department of Humanities, and the majors will be further subdivided into the College of Arts later on.

[Lin Xiufeng]: I don’t really understand this, but there should be a little surprise waiting for you on the first day of school.

[Li Luo]: What the hell? What kind of surprise?

[Lin Xiufeng]: If I tell you, how can it be called a surprise?
[Li Luo]: Don’t put up banners saying “warmly welcome famous online writer Chongran to come to school” or something like that.

[Lin Xiufeng]: Do I look like such a boring person? I'm definitely not that kind of person.

[Li Luo]: So you have prepared the milk tea set and will give it to my classmates to help me build friendship among them?

[Lin Xiufeng]: You can do this kind of thing by yourself, why do you need me to help you?
【Li Luo】：What is that?

[Lin Xiufeng]: I won’t say more. You will know when school starts.

Depend on!
Li Luo was speechless when he saw that his uncle was still determined to keep the secret.

You might as well not say anything.

But at this moment, Li Luo was feeling more and more.

Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore.

So when his phone vibrated a few more times, he didn't even check it, thinking that Lin Xiufeng was still teasing him, so he immersed himself completely in Zhu Sheng's world.

But because of this, Li Luo didn't even hear the sound of the door opening outside.

As the people in the corridor got closer and closer, soon the bedroom door was opened instantly.

this moment.

Li Luo was so frightened that he rushed forward, dragging his chair under the desk, using the desk to completely cover up his evil deeds at this moment.

Ying Chanxi walked in from outside in slippers, glanced around the bedroom, and found nothing unusual. Even Yan Zhusheng was not there, so he felt relieved.

I just felt a little strange about Li Luo's posture at this moment.

"Why are you sitting like this?" Ying Chanxi walked up to Li Luo and asked puzzledly.

At this time, Li Luo's chest was completely pressed against the edge of the desk, and most of the chair on which his lower body was sitting was embedded under the desk.

Under the desk, on the right side near the bed, is the computer host.

On the left side, near the bathroom, is a drawer cabinet integrated with the desk.

Ying Chanxi was standing in front of the drawer at this time. He couldn't see the scenery under the desk at all. He was just wondering why Li Luo was sitting like that.

"My eyes are a little tired after playing for a whole day, so I sit closer so that the screen looks bigger." Li Luo's breathing was a little rapid at this time, but he still used his brain and tried to make up a story.

At this moment, Li Luo felt as if he was floating in the air, yet at the same time, he felt as if he was in hell, as if he was walking on a tightrope.

But Ying Chanxi didn't notice anything unusual. He just walked towards the bathroom, intending to use the toilet, and asked casually, "Where's Zhusheng? Why are you typing as soon as you come back?"

"We've had enough fun at the amusement park for a whole day, so let's just celebrate her birthday." Li Luo stared at the computer screen, trying to divert his attention. "She should be practicing the piano right now."

"Oh." Ying Chanxi didn't doubt it and didn't think much about it. He walked into the bathroom, closed the door and started to use the toilet.

At this time, Li Luo finally let out a long breath, and quickly exerted force with his legs to move the chair back, revealing the space under the desk.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Li Luo urged in a low voice, "Come out quickly, Xixi will be out of the bathroom soon."

Yan Zhusheng nodded obediently and quickly crawled out from under the desk.

Seeing that her forehead was sweating and her lips were red, Li Luo immediately took out a tissue and handed it to Yan Zhusheng's mouth.

"Huh?" Yan Zhusheng tilted his head in confusion, glanced at the tissue handed over by Li Luo, then reached out to take it and wiped his sweaty forehead.

This moment.

Li Luo was stunned for a moment.

He stared blankly at Yan Zhusheng's thin lips, his breathing quickened for a moment, and he guessed a possibility, and then his whole body instantly became hot.

"You, you..." Li Luo asked with some difficulty, "You won't..."

"Oh... you mean that?" Yan Zhusheng noticed the way Li Luo was looking at his mouth, and gradually realized what was happening. He nodded and said, "I swallowed it. Can't I eat this? It won't be poisonous, right?"

"It's not poisonous..." Li Luo curled the corners of his mouth, then took a deep breath to calm himself down, but his head still felt buzzing.

After all, even Xu Youyu had only let him vent before, and he had never swallowed it.

But Yan Zhusheng just swallowed it...

"It's good that it's not poisonous." Yan Zhusheng blinked innocently, "When your chair suddenly came in, I almost choked on my throat. If I didn't swallow it, I was afraid I would cough."

"Well...it's my fault."

"Li Luo is the best." Yan Zhusheng threw himself into his arms and hugged him, "But his mouth is so sour."

"What are you doing?" Ying Chanxi had just come out of the bathroom when he saw this scene. His face suddenly turned dark. "Why did you hug him?"

"I just finished practicing the piano and came to Li Luo to recharge." Yan Zhusheng poked his head out of Li Luo's arms and said to Ying Chanxi, "Today is my birthday, sister, don't be so stingy."

"Hmph, I'm not stingy." Ying Chanxi snorted, not noticing anything strange about Yan Zhusheng at all. He thought that his little sister's red face was because she was hugging Li Luo.

"Ahem..." Li Luo coughed, worried that Ying Chanxi would notice something, so he patted Yan Zhusheng on the back and said, "Go take a shower after you finish practicing the piano. I still have some writing to do."

"Oh." Yan Zhusheng nodded obediently, then turned and walked towards the bathroom. "Then I'll go take a shower first. Sister, can you help me get my pajamas?"

"I got it." Ying Chanxi waved his hand and said.

"Want to wash together?"

"I just finished a spa and can't take a shower for the time being. You go and take a shower by yourself." Ying Chanxi turned around and was about to help Yan Zhusheng get his pajamas.

But Yan Zhusheng remembered something, and walked out of the bathroom quickly, walked out of the bedroom before Ying Chanxi, and walked towards her own room: "Forget it, sister, you should help Li Luo cut some fruit to eat, I will go get my pajamas."

"Oh, that's fine." Ying Chanxi nodded and agreed without thinking too much.

(End of this chapter)