As a top star, I only want to eat soft rice

Chapter 57

The next time, Jiang Chen looked at the data for a while.

The data of "Those Years, We Blow the Lights Together" in all aspects have been completely collected, and it is almost certain to become a hit.

After all, he knows clearly how popular this book was when it was serialized in his world.

Even the genre of tomb-robbing novels can be said to have been created by it.

At that time, when everyone greeted each other in the morning, they did not say "Have you eaten?", but "Have you watched yesterday's plot?".

This shows how popular this book is.

In this world, because of Jiang Chen's impulse, he published this book on the "Female Literature Writing Competition", which is equivalent to directly giving this book a pair of wings.

Novel tomb-raiding elements, strong sense of reality and immersion, suspenseful, and terrifying enough to make your scalp tingle.

Plus, the topic of the ‘Female Literature Contest’.

It’s hard not to think that this book will be popular.

Just now, he even saw a hot search related to “Those Years, We Blowed Out the Lights Together” on Weibo:

[Sharing a horror romance novel in the middle of the night, is there any need for such a girlfriend? ]

Jiang Chen’s mouth twitched.

The young ladies in this world seem to have really found a special way to read this book?

If this goes on... nothing will happen, right?

He opened the comment area speechlessly.

Sure enough, there was another round of scolding.

Slide the mouse and scroll down.

Fortunately, although there are still many people scolding, as he updates more words, many good reviews related to the content of the book have gradually increased.

Many people found out that this was a tomb-raiding novel that they had never seen before, and they actually read it seriously.

She even had a heated discussion with other readers in the comment section about the plot.

In short, the reader group of this book is now a complete hodgepodge.

Some are normal female readers who came in from the competition entrance.

Some are spectators who came to watch the fun on social networking sites.

Others are super-wronged people who were tricked by their good friends to experience horror romance novels.

And judging from the large number of curses in the comment section, the last type of readers seems to account for the highest proportion...

Jiang Chen shook his head helplessly.

He guessed that his book would never be unknown, but he didn't expect it to be so popular.

If this continues, won't he become the public enemy of all women on the Internet?

What the hell...

Will it be dangerous to go out in the future?

Just as he sighed and wanted to close the website and continue today's coding task, he found that he had received a text message in the background of his account.

The message was sent by the official forum. After clicking it, there was an invitation letter in the form of a picture:

[Dear Jiang Langcaijin, hello, thank you for your support for this women's literary writing competition. Since your entry "Those Years, We Blow Out the Lights Together" has achieved excellent results in the competition, you are invited to participate in the live broadcast of the competition three days later, and reporters will interview you at that time. 】

Live broadcast?

Jiang Chen didn't even think about it and directly clicked "Reject".

Just kidding, there are hundreds of thousands of young ladies on the Internet who have read his books and can't sleep at night, and they want to tear him up immediately.

If he goes to participate in the live broadcast under this circumstance, if he is accidentally recognized, he will be stabbed to death on the spot by these female readers.

Apart from anything else, the razor blades delivered to his family every day in the future are probably too many to be opened.

Fortunately, the information he registered on the website now only has a pen name, and the real identity information has not been uploaded.

In this situation.

He thinks it's better to be safe.

He must not disclose his real identity.

Anyway, he doesn't need to make money by writing for the time being. As long as he doesn't sign a contract and doesn't participate in live events, no one can recognize his true identity.

As for copyright... As long as the novel is published on the Huaxia Literature Forum website, there is no need to worry about copyright issues.

After all, this is a semi-official platform, and the copyright protection work is very well done.

Thinking of this, he calmed down.

Close the website, open the document, and continue typing.

........

It was half past eleven in the evening.

Zhang Qinnan dragged his somewhat tired body back home.

Jiang Langcai is exhausted, this bastard

, it's already past eleven o'clock, and there's still no update!

She had to wait in the company until after eleven o'clock, and finally she was a little discouraged and went home after get off work.

She sighed, and when she was about to rest on the sofa for a while, the phone in her bag suddenly rang.

It was the assistant calling.

As soon as she pressed the answer button, the assistant's excited voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Sister Nan, Jiang Langcai Jin has updated!"

"What?!"

Zhang Qinnan immediately sat up on the sofa: "He updated? How many words did he update?"

"Sixty thousand words, sixty thousand words!"

The little assistant said:

"Now the number of words in "Those Years, We Blow the Lights Together" has reached 247,000."

Hearing this, Zhang Qinnan was stunned for a moment, her eyes widened, and she couldn't believe it:

"Another sixty thousand?!"

She thought that Jiang Langcai Jin's burst of updates in the past few days had consumed all the manuscripts in stock, but she didn't expect that he would suddenly update another sixty thousand words today.

How many manuscripts does this guy have left?

"Did he leave a message for the readers after he finished updating?"

Zhang Qinnan suddenly asked.

She really wanted to know why Jiang Langcaijin updated so late today.

"Please wait, let me see."

The assistant paused for a moment, and after a while, she continued: "Yes! He said..."

Her voice suddenly became a little strange:

"He said: Sorry, I went out to work during the day and just came back now."

Hearing this, Zhang Qinnan was stunned for a moment.

What the hell?

Go to work? ?

Jiang Langcaijin has to work during the day?

Isn't he a full-time writer? How did this guy manage to update 60,000 words a day while working?

Is he a tentacle monster?

Zhang Qinnan was shocked.

However, it seems that now is not the time to worry about this issue.

She ordered with a somewhat excited tone:

"Notify the technical department colleagues on night shift immediately to prepare some materials and start promoting "The Lights We Blown Out Together in Those Years" through various channels."

"This book is going to be a hit!"

"Okay!"

The assistant quickly agreed.

"By the way."

When she was about to hang up the phone, Zhang Qinnan remembered something and asked:

"Did he reply to the live event invitation I sent to Jiang Langcaijin this morning?"

"Yes..."

The assistant's voice became even weirder, and he said hesitantly:

"But he refused and replied..."

"Boys must learn to protect themselves when they go out."

"What?!"

Zhang Qinnan looked dazed.