Memorandum of Understanding of the Heavens and Worlds

Chapter 1 New Home
"Is this the staff dormitory of the luxurious clubhouse you mentioned?" Lin Zhihui stood at the door, looking at the small black room of less than four square meters, with a distorted expression, "Where are the hundreds of girls you agreed to enjoy like an emperor?"

Li Ping kicked away the stinky socks and empty instant noodle boxes on the floor, threw the travel bag in his hand on the bed, and pointed to the laptop on the three-legged table: "Didn't you see it when you first came in? Chengbei Luxury Network Clubhouse. Girls, all of them are here, a few hundred Gs are not enough? Huanfeiyanshou, Loli Yujie, let you choose."

In the narrow and low room, two camp beds were stuffed in, leaving less than half a meter of space in between. Dirty socks can be seen everywhere, and an inexplicable ecstasy smell wafts in the air.

After barely clearing a space, Li Ping straightened up and said, "24-hour internet, instant noodles and drinks of all flavors, you, a guy who has been unemployed after graduation, what are you dissatisfied with? Ask other students who have found a job, who has such a good idea?" Good treatment. Most importantly, it's all free."

The corner of Lin Zhihui's mouth twitched: "My brain must have been squeezed by the door to believe what you said."

"Stop talking nonsense." Li Ping rolled up a few dirty T-shirts and stuffed them under the bed: "Actually, it's not bad here. I still say the same thing. If you want, I'll tell my third uncle and you can If you work as a network administrator here, you’ll get food and accommodation, and you can surf the Internet every day.”

Lin Zhihui shook his head with a look of disgust: "What kind of network administrator do you want to be? I want to be a great man. You love being a great man. When I become a great man, I will give you an Internet cafe."

"The great master doesn't mean that you can become a writer." Li Ping really doesn't know where Lin Zhihui's confidence comes from: "In this world, there are [-] people who want to be writers, and how many are successful?"

"That's because I didn't make a move." Lin Zhihui took out a USB flash drive from his pocket, inserted it into his notebook, and clicked on a document: "Look, this is the beginning of what I wrote."

Li Ping took the notebook suspiciously: "You can also write novels. For so many years, I have only seen you playing online games."

After a quick glance, Li Ping looked at Lin Zhihui with admiration on his face: "I don't read much, so don't lie to me; you wrote this? It's obviously the fight of the potato god."

"What do you know?" Lin Zhihui patted the table: "This is the beginning of my discussion with him back then, but at that time my brother focused on his studies and didn't have any ambitions here, so he didn't write it out, wasting the opportunity to become a great god. "

"Just brag." Li Ping didn't believe a word of it and threw the notebook into Lin Zhihui's arms: "When Tudou was writing Dou Po, you were still struggling at the front line of the college entrance examination, and we were still discussing it together."

Lin Zhihui didn't blush and his heart beat: "Master Newton said that the reason why I write better than others is because I am standing on the shoulders of giants. Now I am standing on the shoulders of countless great gods. If you want to write well, don't you want to write better?" easy."

"Pull it down quickly." Li Ping shook his shoulders, with an expression of resentment: "Daydreaming every day, can it still be eaten as a meal? Well, it's almost time, I will be on duty, you Figure it out for yourself."

Li Ping left in a hurry. Lin Zhihui took advantage of this moment to feel inspired. He looked at the bed that exuded a strange smell and had no desire to sleep, so he sat at the table and began to revise his novel.

"The protagonist is called Xiao Yan. Depression versus prosperity, flame versus ice. My protagonist is Hua Bing."

"Xiao Yan lost his talent because of Yao Lao, and Hua Bing lost his talent because his tribe secretly poisoned him."

"Nalan Yanran is the heavenly daughter of the Misty Cloud Sect, and Helan Piaoxue is the heir to the first valley in the world."

"His was a door-to-door divorce, and mine was Hua Bing's grandfather's funeral."

Lin Zhihui typed for a long time, corrected the beginning, read it again, and smacked the table proudly: "Perfect, without any trace of PS."

Choose a website, register, upload, and 10 minutes later, the new book "The Rise of the God Emperor" under the pseudonym No. [-] in the World will be released on the country's largest novel platform "Chuangdian".

Lin Zhihui clicked the left mouse button, and the page lagged for a moment, and the interface of "The Rise of the God Emperor" was displayed. With a glance, Lin Zhihui saw the comment area below. In addition to the welcome advertisement sent by the Chuangdian system, there was a comment.

"Someone watched it so soon? It's unscientific." Lin Zhihui moved the mouse curiously, and clicked on the comment next to it.

The comment was very long, and even those who knew it all over the article saw that Lin Zhihui was confused, and dragged it to the end, and finally saw a plain sentence: "Marriage is determined by God. Since the red line disappears, the two are not destined." Naturally, they cannot form a husband and wife, this girl He Lan is following the fate, there is nothing wrong with that, Hua Bing should not be angry, clinging to a relationship that does not belong to him, you have to cancel the agreement between the two of them for the martial arts competition."

"Is this person living in an ancient tomb? He actually talked about red lines and marriage. He also canceled the agreement. How can we not enjoy the competition without a martial arts competition? How can the protagonist be slapped in the face." Lin Zhihui looked at the person's ID, Old Man under the Moon, avatar It was a big tree with lush branches and leaves. I couldn't help but look down on it: "What is this? Could it be that this person is engaged in matchmaking work, so he is older than the moon? Is this big tree the laurel tree on the moon?"

After uttering a few casual words, Lin Zhihui put the comments behind him, closed the page, and pressed F5 to refresh it again. He found that the number of clicks was still only a pitiful one, so he decided to continue coding while he was in good condition.

Opening the built-in writing software, his hands moved quickly on the keyboard. Just when Hua Bing shouted that I wanted to avenge my shame and expressed my determination to take revenge to my sister, suddenly there was a thunderclap, and a string of sparks came out of the notebook. Lin Zhihui's hands went numb. He leaned back in shock, and the back of his head hit the hard wall hard. His vision went black for a moment, and the energy-saving lamp above his head made a heart-breaking cracking sound.

"Damn, what kind of counterfeit product is this?" The hut was pitch black, with only dim light peeking through the gap in the door, Lin Zhihui ignored the pain in the back of his head, jumped over with one step, opened the door and rushed to the corridor.

The lobby of the Internet cafe outside was also dark, with constant curses and yells at the network administrator, and the lights of mobile phones flickering everywhere.

"It turned out to be a power outage." Lin Zhihui let out a long breath, his heart beat back to its place, there were sparks again, and the lights went out again, making him think he had hit a ghost.

There was a buzzing sound of electric current, lights flickered, and the lobby of the Internet cafe quickly lit up. Lin Zhihui shook his head, turned around and walked into the dark room, picked up the laptop and checked, and found that it could not be started and the lights were broken. Hearing that this is the legendary luxury club, he took out the compressed cigarette case in his pocket, took out the last cigarette in his mouth, and walked towards the front desk.

(End of this chapter)