Memorandum of Understanding of the Heavens and Worlds

Chapter 2
There was a sudden power outage in the Internet cafe. Several people who had suffered heavy losses from pushing copies were furious and gathered at the front desk, making a lot of noise. The two network administrators were anxious to comfort them. The curly-haired girl at the cash register was there to help. Lin Zhihui stood in the corner and waited for a while. , waved his hand to Li Ping, who was looking at Chi, and Li Ping walked over.

"The power was cut off just now, and the laptop probably burned down, and the lamp was also broken." Lin Zhihui picked up the lighter on the counter, lit a cigarette: "Give me a machine."

"Maybe, you're really a bad boy." Li Ping joked, "I've been here for almost a month, and I haven't encountered a short circuit." Knowing that Lin Zhihui still needs to code, he took the mouse and clicked Next, hand over a number plate that says F34: "Go and play first, there are instant noodles here if you're hungry."

"Thanks, you're busy first." Lin Zhihui took the number plate, turned around and walked to F area.

Stand 34 was against the wall, and Lin Zhihui squeezed through the narrow aisle and sat down, surrounded by a guy who was brushing copies, yelling angrily from time to time.

Lin Zhihui grabbed the earphones and was looking for some songs to block out the noise, when the LCD screen in front of him suddenly had a few ripples.

It's not going to come back again.

Lin Zhihui immediately raised his hand, his body tensed subconsciously, and he leaned back slightly. There was a flash on the screen, and an interface similar to a notepad appeared. The only difference was that there was a circular watermark in the upper right corner. The pattern was A palace surrounded by clouds and mist.

"What is this? A new type of online game advertisement?"

So simple, with no technical content at all, there are not a few sensational words now, how can a beautiful girl attract players, Lin Zhihui was critically complaining to himself, the computer interface lighted up slightly, and two lines of words appeared out of thin air on the notepad .

"What you just said was just a warning."

"If you don't write according to my request, next time, you will be struck by lightning."

Lin Zhihui blinked. His first reaction was that someone was joking with him. He immediately turned his head to look at the gamer next to him. The gamer was concentrating on pushing the boss. The curly-haired girl was sitting by the drink cabinet, with her head down, playing with her mobile phone.

Looking back now, the sound before the power outage was really like thunder, and he didn't touch the water glass while sitting in the room. The string of sparks flying up on the notebook was indeed shocking. Could it be that, Not an accident?

Returning to the thunder, I am not going to cross the catastrophe, and there is no typhoon forecast today. Although Lin Zhihui muttered in his heart, he still looked up at the dark ceiling. There was no spark or lightning, and he tentatively reached out to touch the mouse. Nothing happened. Strange, so relieved, I wanted to close the page in front of me, only to find that there was no option to close it at all. After searching for a long time, I didn’t see any similar settings. I just clicked on the browser on the taskbar, but I couldn’t open it. open.

What a broken computer, and a luxurious club, Lin Zhihui dropped the mouse irritably, just in time to see Li Ping coming back from the outside, grabbed the number plate, got up and went to the front desk, raised his hand and threw it on the counter: "Old Li, change the machine for me."

Li Ping just found time to go to the toilet, shook the water from his hand, asked the curly-haired girl to help, and asked, "What's wrong? Can't turn on the phone?"

"Who knows, an inexplicable advertisement popped up, and there was no response no matter how I pressed it." Lin Zhihui didn't know how to explain, but complained vaguely.

"No way, the wear and tear is too great, and it hasn't been long since these machines were replaced." This kind of situation is common in Internet cafes, and Li Ping didn't take it seriously. He said casually, took the number plate handed over by the curly-haired girl Lin Zhihui.

E25.

Although the staff dormitory of this Internet cafe is a bit broken, it is not small in scale. Area E and Area F are not adjacent to each other. Lin Zhihui found the location with his number plate. In an idol drama, the little fresh meat on the screen is affectionately holding the hand of the terminally ill heroine, the girl is in tears watching, and the youth bean boyfriend is comforting with a handkerchief.

Lin Zhihui is now emotionally disturbed. He was suddenly thrown dog food all over his face, and his mood is even more indescribable. He pulled out the chair and sat down. As soon as he appeared, the notepad with the palace printed on it appeared in front of his eyes again arrogantly.

Below the two identical sentences, there are two more lines.

"Don't try to challenge my patience, and quickly write down as required."

"Write well and you will be rewarded, if you don't write well, you will die!"

Lin Zhihui stood up suddenly, his movements were too large, and the chair got caught on the carpet. It shook a few times and fell backwards, hitting the table with a muffled thud.

The young couple next to them were disturbed and glared at Lin Zhihui dissatisfiedly. Seeing his eyes staring straight at the screen, they also turned to look at the screen with a puzzled expression, then withdrew their gaze and gave him a "crazy" look. Ignore him.

Lin Zhihui pushed his glasses down the bridge of his nose pretending to be calm. Although he was deeply myopic, he could clearly see the expressions of the two of them. It was obvious that they hadn't seen the document that occupied two-thirds of the screen.

Could it be that he was the only one who could see it?

Lin Zhihui picked up the chair and sat down carefully, staring blankly at the computer screen. After some time, the strange document disappeared inexplicably. Then he picked up the mouse, clicked on the browser, logged in to the website, entered The world's number one author background.

He tried to type a line, but there was nothing unusual. Lin Zhihui calmed down a little, and decided not to insist on his own opinion, according to the

Let’s write the follow-up plot based on Old Man Yuexia’s opinions and see what happens.

Lin Zhihui forced himself to arrange for the protagonist Hua Bing to be injured by He Lan Piaoxue's eldest brother, and changed the part of the divorce contest to Hua Bing swallowing his anger and apologizing.

"Marriage cannot be forced. I was too impulsive just now, so let's let go of the martial arts competition. If there is nothing else, you can go. I want to be quiet."

After typing this sentence, Lin Zhihui took a deep breath. He himself felt that the writing was tasteless, and a mouthful of old blood stagnated in his chest.

Move the mouse and press Publish.

The page was refreshed, showing that the publication was successful, and it automatically jumped to the interface of "The Rise of the God Emperor".

The next second, a flashing red banner floated across the top of the page.

"The old man under the moon rewarded "The Rise of the God Emperor" with 1000000 creation coins."

The series of dazzling zeros almost blinded Lin Zhihui's dog eyes. He opened his eyes wide and held his breath to count twice.

That's right, six zeros.

One RMB is equal to one hundred Chuangdian coins, and one million Chuangdian coins are 100 RMB.

On the Chuangdian website, the reward rule is [-]/[-] and will be credited immediately.

In other words, now, he earns 5000 yuan.

Lin Zhihui felt that happiness came too quickly and had no sense of reality at all.

Have I been dreaming all day?
(End of this chapter)