Quick travel strategy: crushing male god 36 styles

Chapter 581 The Love and Killing Between the Reader and the Author (1)

Feeling that the pile of useless junk in his locker was sold to him by his guardian?

Before the vertigo arrived, the first day of junior high school had been wanting to do something to the guardian, but the guardian turned out to be a bastard, and she couldn't answer it after shouting for a long time. She had no choice but to wave her fist at the air, and it was a slap in the air .

I didn't expect that I would break the keyboard in front of me with this beating...

Looking at the black keyboard in front of him on the first day of junior high school, he raised his head, and saw the snow-white computer screen facing him. In the real chat software dialog box, which was different from the virtual dialog box when the toilet gave him a message, he suddenly saw several Big red characters.

'Great, if you don't update, I will send the blade! ! ! '

The three huge exclamation marks after the sentence showed the excitement of the original owner. Just when he touched the mouse and wanted to slide up to see what happened, the virtual dialog box belonging to the toilet jumped out.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for activating the new plane. The task of this plane is to send blades. The host does not send blades to the author, but the host trains the author. After the author receives a box of blades, the host's task is completed. May I ask if the host has doubt?"

"Are all kinds of readers to send blades to the author? I have to train them? Toilet, isn't this task too cheap?"

To be honest, since the first day of junior high school, I have never received such a fresh and refined task.

Want her to cultivate an author, and let the readers of that author send him blades?Isn't this purely looking for abuse?

"Ding, the host is not mistaken. This is the host's task this time. If the host has no doubts, the data of this plane has been transferred. Please accept it. Finally, I wish the host an early completion of the task, come on!"

Before the toilet finished speaking, she clicked on the information on the first day of the junior high school. When she saw the information similar to the resume, the corner of her mouth couldn't help twitching. She had never seen such an information.

Zhang Jialuo is an out-and-out nerd girl, the original owner of the boarding house in the first day of junior high school. She has loved reading novels since she was a child. She once set a record of reading [-] million novels a month. The speed of reading books makes everyone who is familiar with her People smack their tongues.

But there is only one novel. Zhang Jialuo started reading it three years ago, and he hasn't finished it until now. There is no other reason, and it is all because the author is sitting at the other end of the network cable and typing a few words on the keyboard.

"Baby, I caught a cold today, I will update when I get better in a few days~~~ I love you, (づ￣3￣)づ╭～"

Seeing a man with a handle on the other side of the network cable actually sent such a string of emoji to himself, I felt shabby for him in the first day of junior high school.

Bending down to re-plug the keyboard cable, typing hard on the keyboard on the first day of junior high school, scolding him in the dialog box: cold?Daddy, you catch a cold every day 365 days a year, got bird flu or what?If you don't update again, believe it or not, I will send you a blade immediately and cut your chicken!

Song Hanzhang, who was sitting in front of the computer, suddenly felt chills all over his body, looked down, and saw that his brother was still alive and well, he was relieved: o(╥﹏╥)o, baby, don’t worry, I’ll go right away Update, don't cut my dick.

Hearing the beep, Chuyi raised his head, and saw such a message popped up in the dialog box, and the avatar with the remark of 'General Manager Ouchi' had gone dark.

Song Hanzhang, a street writer from Luoyun Reading.com, a rice worm who hangs around on various websites and eats full-time, a spicy chicken writer who has been constantly procrastinating and fake. A Dou.

(End of this chapter)