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

12 o'clock finally passed, and the day full of gunpowder smoke came to an end.

Han Yi clicked on the backstage and looked at his subscription data. More than [-] readers have subscribed to his book, and there are many readers who skip subscription.

On this day, his income was more than 3 yuan.

Looking at the entire Literature City, it is at the top 0.1% level.

Moreover, the follow-up income is still pouring in. I think he should have no worries about food and clothing in the next few months.

As usual, he put all tips other than subscriptions into another account, and put away the card respectfully.

However, to his surprise, because of the website rule that the monthly ticket doubled five days before joining v Xinwen, his monthly ticket number has reached 60, which is not much different from the number at the bottom of the current monthly list.

It is now July 26th, near the end of the month, the monthly ticket list is full of hype, and many great gods get together to write articles at the end of the month to get double monthly tickets for these five days.

But this war has not yet reached the stage of the real highlight.

In order to be able to securely win the front row of the monthly rankings, some of the author’s diehard fans will register for zombie accounts or buy zombie accounts to hoard monthly tickets, and then drop them in the last hour of the last day to prevent their beloved master from being cornered overtake.

Hoarding and dumping votes are definitely not only seen in general elections.

The real drama is only played in the last hour of every month.

In the scariest time, even No. [-] stole the first place by relying on this kind of stealing in the last hour.

With the current achievements, it proves what Han Yi thinks in his heart, that the theme of space opera can also attract a large number of readers, and proves that there is still a possibility to challenge this market gap. Naturally, Han Yi will no longer be as cautious as before.

After all, the number of his monthly tickets is almost the same as that at the bottom of the list. Although the front row is still far away, it is by no means impossible to get on the homepage.

But he will not use any low-level means to fight for it, so he thought about it, and left such a sentence in the latest chapter Zuozhao and Weibo, "Before the first day of next month, every time the number of monthly tickets exceeds [-], I will give you another [-] more words."

One monthly ticket for one word count, this is a feat that no one has ever accomplished on this website.

Sure enough, one stone stirred up a thousand waves.

The readers cheered, and the writers broke out again.

"This lamb is really good at making trouble... There are always moths!"

"It's not necessary to say it so harshly. When did they use low-level means to fight? It's just a fair competition."

"That's right. We can't write so many words. If someone can write well, the grades will naturally be good."

"I don't think so. Maybe it's just a gimmick. Who can write so many words?"

"Yes, the highest record of our website's hard work list is 4 daily updates."

"This lamb won't be a full-text manuscript deposit party?"

"No! His latest chapter used readers' comments two days ago as a stalk, and it looks like he wrote it now!"

"So you also read his article?"

"Shh..."

The authors are all old people who have been in Baige for many years. They have long understood what Xibubai is, and several of them are confused by Xibu. The lamb let out a sigh of relief for himself.

Originally, everyone's attitude towards him had just changed, but this time seeing his behavior of exchanging a monthly ticket for a word felt a little outrageous.

After all, it is necessary to complete more than 5 words per day with such a high quality... This is really not something that humans can do!

If the promise was not fulfilled, wouldn't that be handing the knife to Heizi sent by Xibubai?

Han Yi looked at the flickering group chat, but didn't care about it, moved his sore cervical spine, and skillfully opened the document.

"Host, do you really not rest?"

An extremely calm male voice sounded in Han Yi's mind.

This is his system. After hundreds of worlds of running-in, there is already a tacit understanding between one person and one system, and there is no need to communicate nonsense at ordinary times.

Therefore, as long as the system makes a sound, it must be no small matter.

"Huh?" Han Yi made a nonchalant sound, and had already started to conceive the follow-up plot.

"You just stayed up late to write the manuscript for five days, and now you have to write for another five days?" The system paused, "According to my prediction, you may receive more than 20 monthly tickets in the next five days."

"Oh, I see." Han Yi didn't care, "Fortunately, I can finish writing."

The system knows that its host has such a temper.

As long as it is something he looks for and promises—whether it is the "won't let your efforts go in vain" that he promised the original owner's body before, or the update that he promises to readers now—he will never disappoint.

Therefore, the system didn't want to persuade its host at all, but asked skillfully: "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Really," Han Yi smiled, and had already typed the first line of words on the keyboard, "Come on, help me keep an eye on Xibubai's dynamics, Weibo and works count, I don't have time to watch her next Second, please help me order takeaway three times a day, as usual, just not too spicy."

"……it is good."

"Thank you."

As it turns out, the system is still conservative.

Five days, 32 monthly tickets.

In the beginning, the author group was full of doubts, but now there is only worship.

"Oh my god, come on, Yang! There are still 3 words left!"

"Damn, I really didn't expect him to do it. What kind of god is this hand speed?"

"The readers are crazy. I never thought that I would not be able to see the update one day, hahahahaha."

"Look at that Xibubai, who is still talking about the connotation that sheep and sheep are hype by the manuscript deposit party. Are you really jumping in a hurry?"

"It's really awesome, Baa Da not only updates more than 6 words every day, but the quality is so high..."

"So, are you reading his articles too?"

"Shh..."

"Shhhhhhh? It's a showdown, I'm a fan now!"

"Me too! I can't learn it anyway, I'm enjoying it to the fullest now, baby! Go!"

"+1"

Moreover, even in the last hour at the end of the month, Han Yi did not spend time lobbying readers to vote for himself, but continued to update, and finally successfully sent out the last 23 words at 59:[-].

In the end, the number of new monthly tickets he added reached 320,337, and interested readers personally counted his newly updated words——

320,338.

No one knows whether it was deliberate by the scapegoat or just a coincidence, but everyone is willing to believe the former.The number that is exactly 1 more than the monthly ticket naturally proves Lamb's gratitude to all readers.

They have never given an author a monthly pass so willingly!

And this seems to vaguely answer Xibubai's connotation.

If it is a manuscript, how can the number of words be controlled so accurately?

However, although Xi Bubai has no image in the hearts of passers-by and other authors, her fan base is really not small. In the last hour, she has been ranked two places behind Han Yi in the monthly list. All discerning people know that she must be a fan The operation of hoarding tickets, but there is nothing I can do, I can only watch her climb up.

And her final monthly ticket ranking was fixed at fourth place, which happened to be one more than Han Yi.

The group of Xibu □□ was so awesome, they put their hips on their hips and shouted loudly, shouting happily on various social media.

"What are you pretending, those who don't know think she is number one on the monthly list!"

"Hahaha I laughed so hard, is there a difference between fourth and fifth in the monthly list? What are you talking about?"

"No, next month I want all my book fans to vote for me, angry!"

"Oops, may I ask what kind of organization Xi Fan is? I was talking about pushing "The Stars", but some Xi Fan privately messaged me and asked me to delete it..."

The writers were all complaining about the scapegoat, but Han Yi didn't take those ugly words to heart.

Playing with fire is bound to be backlashed, but the time has not yet come.

He only checked his ranking in the last second of waking, showing a satisfied smile.

It was the first time he wrote an online article, and he already had a clear conscience to reach this ranking.

Whether it's for the readers, for the editor, for the lost original owner, or for your own efforts.

He has a clear conscience.

"Host? Host?" The system's tone became a bit hurried, "It has been detected that your vital signs have dropped a little rapidly. Are you okay?"

"Host? May I ask if you want to exchange the points for the corresponding medicine?"

"...Mr. Han?"

"Oh, you young people, you just don't pay attention to your body!"

The attending doctor put his pockets in his pocket and looked at the young man lying on the hospital bed with half-open eyes.

The man had already lost consciousness when he was sent, and the examination result was very healthy, just a little tired.He wanted the man to rest for a while, but he didn't expect the man to wake up just after the morning light.

Usually the beaters who are sent here are unkempt and wailing, while the man in front of him looks calm and calm, looking at the various inspection lists in front of him calmly and seriously, his eyebrows and eyes are still sharp despite his sickness, and his gestures are also very elegant. .

It's just that although the clothes on this body fit well, they can't be regarded as high-end. Could it be a down-and-out son from a certain family?The doctor pondered in his mind.

"Thank you." Han Yi put down a series of inspection sheets and looked at the doctor's badge. "It seems that I have nothing wrong with me. Then I will leave the hospital after hanging up this bottle of glucose, Dr. Huo?"

"Hmm...Okay." Dr. Huo frowned. He saw that the man was only in his early twenties, so he definitely didn't study medicine. Could it be that he knew better than him?

What do these lists mean?Don't trust yourself?

But looking at the man's sincere dark brown eyes, he couldn't get angry.

It even gave birth to a kind of pity.

It must be the poor little girl who has been ill for a long time!

"You... pay more attention to rest!" Besides that, he didn't know what to say, so he sighed and walked out the door.

Han Yi watched the doctor go away, and then asked softly, "Did you call the ambulance for me?"

The system immediately replied, "Yes, the host can be restored to health with ten points of potion, but I can only call an ambulance without the host's permission."

"Okay, thank you." Han Yi still couldn't hear any emotion in his tone, "It's okay to be so stubborn, maybe this body is still a little fragile."

"The host doesn't need to say thank you to me," the system thought for a while, "If you say something out of line, in fact, you have accumulated a lot of points, and you can live a better life..."

Traveling through hundreds of worlds is not only a lot of points, it is simply rich.

But his host has always been like this. If it is not necessary, he will not spend a penny.

Too frugal!

"That's enough for now, thank you."

The function of reading thoughts was turned off early by Han Yi. The system never knew what the host was thinking. He saw that other systems and hosts in the fast travel game were either noisy or dependent on each other, and his host basically had nothing to do with him. Said, only use his function to do some things when it is very necessary.

Even every time I ask him for help, I will say "thank you" to him.

Is this not trusting him?

They have been together for more than hundreds of thousands of days. If you don't even trust him, who else can you trust?

Does anyone believe it?

Why is this?

What happened to the host before his death?

This series of questions has circled dozens of worlds in the system's mind. He didn't know what Han Yi had experienced before he was selected by the quick travel game. He never dared to ask, and could only be a tool person conscientiously. .

Maybe it's because I'm not strong enough, not as strong as the host, so how can the host trust me?

The system only felt a little wronged, and accidentally released intermittent radio waves, which were caught by Han Yi.

Han Yi smiled dumbly: "I don't mean anything else, I'm just such an overly cautious character, and you know it."

"Ugh-"

To actually let the host comfort him instead, he is such a waste! ! !

So many brothers and sisters in the Fast Transmigration Bureau are envious of his host, who is considerate and has few things to do!

He has to stand up!

Just in time, the infusion was over, and he knew that his master hated this sick look the most, so he immediately reminded, "Shall we go home?"

"Yeah." Han Yi pulled out the needle by himself and put on his coat.

He really hated the way he looked sick.

It will make people think that he is weak and can be bullied.

"Mr. Shan, I know, you can entrust me with the web adaptation project, and I promise to write it beautifully for you!" A familiar voice came, "Where am I? I'm in the hospital, Mr. He Isn't my mother sick? I'll come to see her, and Mr. He is happy. Isn't our bid for the Autumn Olympics stable?"

Han Yi had already recognized who was coming, but the narrow hospital corridor made it impossible for him to avoid it, so he bumped into each other at the corner.

"Grass, you don't have fucking eyes when you walk... Yo?" The visitor looked Han Yi up and down, and instantly turned into a mocking expression, and finally stopped his gaze on the medical tape on his left hand, "Han Yi? You... sick?"

Zhang Qijie.

If there is anyone that Han Yi doesn't want to see now, the most important of them are these friends who used to lie on the original owner like a leech to suck blood.

"I'm fine." Han Yi nodded politely, just about to leave sideways, but Zhang Qijie hugged him.

"Let's go, it's just right, I'll take you to meet someone."

Zhang Qijie only felt that God was helping me, he was worried about going to visit the sick by himself, but if there was a sick friend by his side, wouldn't there be an excuse?

"Who?" Han Yi was alert.

"He Xu, the vice president of the Science and Technology Industrial Park!" Zhang Qijie couldn't help but pull Han Yi forward, "Don't you know? The office of the Organizing Committee of the Autumn Olympics is in their park. We know each other. Many friends, many paths!"

He thought that Han Yi would push back and forth like before, and the mud wouldn't be able to support the wall, so he had already held Han Yi's arm firmly, and specially chose the one he had just finished transfusion, for fear of this chick who had just been sick The cub escaped.

This person is so miserable that he can only come to see a doctor for infusions alone when he is sick. Thinking that the day when he can pimp a pen is not far away, Zhang Qijie feels secretly refreshed. And let yourself find such an expensive house, and delete the investor's contact information he gave?

Why are you pretending to be lofty? Isn't she about to be pinched to death by yourself?

Not to mention far away, if this He Xu is also a good man, wouldn't it be more sure if Han Yi is at the mercy of others?

Thinking of this, his men became a little stronger.

Han Yi couldn't help laughing in his heart. In his opinion, the physique of the person in front of him was no different from that of a three-year-old child. He hated physical contact very much. In addition, this object was Zhang Qijie. He just wanted to twist the other's arm. Break, rub against the ground.

But when the other party mentioned "Science and Technology Park" and "Autumn Olympics", they immediately stopped their efforts.

Han Yi paused for a long while, using the top-level acting skills brought by traveling through hundreds of worlds, and gradually retracted the strength in his body, every muscle, every bone... Finally, he suddenly fell down and leaned on Zhang Qijie's body .

"Okay, thank you Brother Zhang..." Han Yi rubbed his hair, trying to make every pore exude a weak breath, "I'll go with you... But can you trouble Brother Zhang, first help me with this time Have you paid for the medical treatment?"

"Huh?" Zhang Qijie looked confused, "What?"

Han Yi had already put all his strength on Zhang Qijie, and he said angrily, "I... I don't have medical insurance."

Zhang Qijie: "???"

Tsk tsk tsk, this person is too miserable!