He was so miserable, he pretended to be [Quick Transmigration]

This is just an ordinary day. On the largest novel website in China, countless young people register pen names and publish novels every day with dreams in mind.

Among them are unknown people, there are also bigwigs from other websites who bring fans to the site, and there are also man-made people who have already signed a studio, bought a chapter push and a marketing account of a great god, and are waiting to soar into the sky in the name of a newcomer. Purple MSI.

Here, miracles are performed every day.

Han Yi didn't care about these things, but just buried himself in writing.

This is a story he personally experienced, and he wrote it handily after combining the original owner's writing skills and humanistic care.

After putting the next three chapters into the manuscript box and setting the publication time, the hungry Han Yi decided to take a taxi and go out for dinner.

The original owner, a frugal guy, only had instant noodles and cheap instant meal kits at home.

I found a Suzhou-Hangzhou restaurant on the Dianping website, and it was really delicious. When the soup of the steamed bun filled with crab powder filled the taste buds, Han Yi couldn't help squinting his eyes slightly.

The original owner had a good appearance. If it wasn't for his cowardly character, he would have looked more like that kind of unkind iceberg, which made people feel amazing but dare not approach him.

The arrival of Han Yi undoubtedly magnified this characteristic.

The little girls at the next table couldn't help whispering.

"It's so handsome, woo woo woo, the eyebrows and eyes are too delicate!"

"Is it a star or an Internet celebrity, why don't you go and ask for a photo autograph first?"

"She looks so good-looking. If she's a star, she's already popular. She must be an amateur who hasn't made her debut. Let's not bother her." A girl said nervously while tugging at Xing Dailu's bag.

Han Yi only lowered his head and lowered his eyes, pretending not to hear.

There are many shortcuts, and writing may be the only one that is stupid and slow.Han Yi laughed at himself.

There was a faint aroma of golden osmanthus in the air, and Han Yi ate the steamed buns with crab noodles one by one. The quiet and beautiful atmosphere didn't even have the heart to disturb the time.

If this meal is not too expensive.

After Han Yi paid the 560 yuan for the meal with heartache, he decided to do something more heartbreaking. He dialed the number of Yuanshen's only friend.

Before he could speak, the other party's eager and enthusiastic voice came from the phone.

"Xiaohan, you can't even afford to eat, so don't stick to those useless arrogance. Listen to my brother, the backbone has always been the plaything of the rich, and the poor's backbone is as cheap as grass. Brother will contact you It’s a big job for a few ghost writers, and it’s serious to live the current life well.”

Even though they are the same age, Zhang Qijie likes to be the big brother everywhere.

Han Yi said kindly: "Thank you for your kindness, brother. I don't need to trouble you. I have found another way out. I called you this time mainly to change houses."

other way out?What do you mean, no longer a screenwriter?

Zhang Qijie on the other end of the phone was full of question marks.

After all, the two of them are roommates who have lived under the same roof for four years in college. He knows very well what Han Yi can do.

They are screenwriters who studied in college, and all the certificates in the exam are also related to this. Without a degree, without a job certificate, is it possible to work as a small receptionist with a monthly salary of [-]?

Zhang Qijie touched his chin and thought to himself.

To be honest... With Han Yi's good looks, if he can really let it go, there are probably many high-end clubs that are willing to take him in and make him a master oiran.

Although there were a lot of guesses in his mind, this only friend knew Han Yi's temper very well, so he still didn't express his doubts.

"What kind of house do you want, cheap or expensive?" Zhang Qijie tentatively asked.

"A well-decorated one bedroom and one living room, with independent heating, a bathtub, a gym in the community, and many nearby restaurants and takeaways." In late October, the imperial capital is bleak, and the supply of heating is very important. He doesn't want to suffer from carrying warm water The day of bag codewriting is over.

The combination of all kinds of conditions opened Zhang Qijie's eyes. Han Yi is in such a state of desperation and still needs to find a good house?

Once a person is short of money, sooner or later they will beg it back to him, and take the most unwilling step.At that time, with Han Yi's beauty, he can also make a lot of money from pimping.

His attitude towards money is quite different from that of the person on the phone, just four words: All comers are welcome.

So Zhang Qijie readily agreed: "As long as you are willing to spend money, I can find the house for you tomorrow at the latest."

He didn't even try to suppress the smile in his tone.

After hanging up the phone, he also sent the contact information of an investor known for his unspoken rules inside and outside the industry to Han Yi's mobile phone.

Han Yi smiled and deleted the contact information, and went back to the rental house to pack things without paying much attention.

The friend of the original owner was really bad luck for eight lifetimes.

As an administrator of a remote government library, Wang Sheng leads a leisurely life envied by countless people.

Except for a few book borrowers who need to register every day, he basically has nothing to do.

He doesn't like playing games, so reading novels has become a daily routine.

From the rise of online novels 20 years ago to now, he has read all the popular articles. If he really has nothing to read, he will be bored to search for tags and categories.

With this kind of dispensable mentality, he clicked on the label classification, and after three pages of disdain for these literary titles, he was finally attracted by a literary title——

"My Hometown is Deep in the Stars"

But after clicking on it, it turned out to be a sci-fi theme that was so cold that he would never click on Chapter 1 normally.

Such a subject matter is incompatible with a large number of novel channels with homogeneous and cool articles.

Wang Sheng wanted to close the page, but the only sentence on the copy firmly attracted him.

"He admired the frightened expression of the man when the building collapsed and his life was approaching,

He will suddenly realize the moment before he dies——

He was never his own master.

never was. "

Arrogant and reckless, kind of a second grader.

But this short copy, it seems to have seen the magnificent life in another world.

This is not something that brainless routines can give.

This subject that couldn't be colder could hold Wang Sheng's three inches like this.

Wang Sheng, who was retained by the copywriting, clicked into the table of contents, and there were only three chapters?

Look at the author's column, the number one work?

Newbie?

Most of the blood in Wang Sheng's heart was extinguished immediately.

Wang Sheng, who has been fed shit by countless newcomers, is full of distrust, but hesitated back and forth in the distrust, Wang Sheng decided to be simple for the last time, thinking this way, he clicked on Chapter 1.

Be prepared to yell and give this new author a negative score for a class.

but……

Just the first few paragraphs of description, the refined language pulled him into that wonderful interstellar world, and felt the helplessness of an AI that was sold and abandoned by the family.

And the arrogance of the powerful villain master.

In Chapter 3, the protagonist's first rebellious temptation, persuasive and persuasive, that kind of temporary surrender with hidden murderous intentions, made him unable to help but want to see the villain's reaction immediately.