Observation Diary of a Blackened Girl and My Survival Guide

The ninth old man, and black father.

Lin Qian touched his chin and clicked the mouse lightly.

[Ninth Shige was silenced by you for 10 minutes. 】

rayandapple: lay.

Big butt:

That blooming prosperity: @九世世歌, come out and explain to me, there are only seven professional teams in the picture, what's the matter with you, the supreme luxury eight people only need 888 to carry the coffin?Where has anyone else gone?You are false propaganda, I will give you three more hours.

That being said, Lin Qian didn't really add three bells to the ninth generation.

Just kidding.

Besides, others are group managers, and they have read and subscribed to all their own books, and even rewarded Emperor Jin's father.

In order to provide food and clothing, what about a scorpion's father called Jin's father?

As for Crazy Hako, that's Grandpa Jin.

After closing the group news, Lin Qian thought for a while, then opened the web page and browsed the news.

The world in my novel is much more complicated than the current world, a typical vice city.

As if he were living in the world of the novel now.

Lin Qian was relieved that there was no crime news.

Then, he clicked on the fine WPS document.

【Observation Diary of Abnormal Girls】

"Would you like to type a few words on it and see?"

I knocked on the keyboard for a while, but there was no word on it.

“…”

This is embarrassing, what should I do?

Lin Qian kept doing it, and simply opened another document as an archive of the new book.

Then, I went to the downstairs shop to buy four packs of instant noodles.

As the saying goes.

A cup of tea, a pack of cigarettes, two thousand words, write one day.

It took four full hours to write, until the whole body was sore and soft, and when the sun turned green, Lin Qian finished writing the chapters needed for the upload of the new book.

"I'm really not suitable for writing sweet essays..."

Lin Qian sighed helplessly, and looked at the time, it was 01:30 in the afternoon.

Go to school for lunch.

As expected of me, Lin Qian, an exquisite master of time management.

After simply eating some instant noodles, Lin Qian chose a piece of clothing from the balcony and put it on.

There is a foreign language class in the afternoon. Although it is a big class, the teacher has a weird temper and has to go.

This teacher doesn't like anything else, but he likes to take names. He will call for a class for four consecutive classes.

Also Nima is not fixed, sometimes the first class is the point, sometimes the last class, and sometimes the middle.

I heard that this foreign language teacher liked to order twice before, but the students later complained, and he was forced to order it only once now.

Really pit father.

As soon as he walked out of the door, Lin Qian saw Xiao Zhang leaning on his waist and walking downstairs.

"Zhang Zhuang, did you just get up? Just came out from Sister Zheng's house?"

There are not many neighbors that Lin Qian is familiar with, Zhang Zhuang barely counts.

Everyone is poor, and they will chat a few times when they bump into each other.

As soon as he heard the words of Sister Zheng, Zhang Zhuang trembled involuntarily, looked around subconsciously, and after finding that Lin Qian was alone, he let out a sigh of relief: "Yes."

"You look overworked, brother."

Zhang Zhuang's name sounds like a spiritual boy, but since he was called by the chartered wife to Bingzhuye to talk, the whole person and Jingzhuang can't be linked.

Looking at Zhang Zhuang, who had some muscles in front of him now, his face was pale, and he was thinner than Huanghua.

Lin Qian couldn't help sighing inwardly about the hardships of survival, if it weren't for the help of some brothers and readers...

"I can't help it, old iron, either you haven't heard of Sister Zheng's massive amount, or I can't stand the iron kidney and copper waist."

"Accompanying the rich woman is like this. You drink more hot water, usually buy some Liuwei Tianhuang Pills to make up, and remember to soak some wolfberry in the thermos cup."

"Ugh..."

Zhang Zhuang sighed heavily.

Lin Qian didn't talk much about this topic, and changed the conversation: "You got so late yesterday, did you hear any strange noises?"

"Strange sound."

"for example..."

Lin Qian knocked hard on the door of his house and made a series of dong dong dong sounds.

"That kind of thing."

"...This is not clear. Sister Zheng's house is on the top floor. It was loud last night. I didn't pay much attention to it. Ask your neighbors on the left and right to have a look. They may be clearer."

"Well, I'll go back and ask, thank you."

Lin Qian stayed at the door of room 403 for a while, then left immediately.

.......

Tiannan Normal University ranks in the top four in Tiannan Province and is very famous.

And because it is a normal college, there are many girls and the quality is also high, especially some majors that are easy to have high-quality girls.

For example, the School of Letters, the School of Foreign Languages, or the School of Art.

Lin Qian's public management institute is also one of the colleges with more high-quality girls.

As soon as he came to the classroom, Lin Qian chose a seat under the ceiling fan to sit.

It was early, and there were not many people in the classroom at this time.

May is already relatively hot in Tiannan Province, and the rainstorm has just stopped.

The air, whether it is hot or not, or cool, will never touch it. It is stuffy and uncomfortable.

Lin Qian took out his mobile phone and prepared to use this spare time to write some manuscripts.

It's a habit.

“…”

As soon as he opened the lock screen, Lin Qian found that the [abnormal girl observation diary] that had become a fine had appeared on the phone.

It also occupied a separate icon, just next to the [radish bag].

For fear of not being able to see the same.

Want to delete but no delete option.

I vomited, bro, you're such a candy cane.

Looking at this [Observation Diary of an Abnormal Girl], Lin Qian immediately lost interest in coding.

Coupled with the lack of inspiration, he simply clicked on the [radish bag] and found a few sweet texts to read.

Before Lin Qian could look at it for long, two people walked in outside the classroom.

Chapter Eleven Can I Sit Here?

"Lin Qian, come so early? How about reading a novel? Recommend me?"

Lin Qian glanced back and shifted his butt to make room: "The kind I see is nothing to see, and it's not the fantasy that you like."

The person who just spoke was named Wu Dongqiang, with a mustache and a big shaved head.

Appearance...if you want to be specific...

Like a scrambled egg.

The boy next to Wu Dongqiang is Wan Cheng. He has a pair of flat shoes, a small flat head and a jacket. He is very capable.

Lin Qian looked at his pants and slippers.

Well, it seems to be wearing.. a little casual.

Both of them are his roommates.

only in form.

Because of the relationship between life and writing, Lin Qian moved out alone when he first entered school.

First, I don't want people to know that I am writing these things, so as to avoid unnecessary troubles and misunderstandings.

Just imagine, a roommate in your dormitory writes about perverted, treacherous, dark and crippling things every day, and he writes well, as if he really did these things, how would you feel?

Second, the inspiration for writing essays is easy to obtain at night, especially late at night. Staying in the dormitory will disturb the rest of the roommates.

"It's not fantasy? What kind of novel are you reading? Lin Qian."

Wu Dongqiang sat down beside Lin Qian and asked.

"Spiritual."

Lin Qian said casually.

"Supernatural, supernatural...not bad."

Wu Dongqiang touched his bright forehead, and his voice suddenly became smaller.

Don't look at his height of 1.8 meters, five centimeters taller than Lin Qian.