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

It took Han Yi a while to get his heartbeat back to normal.

But there was nowhere to vent the grief and anger in his heart, so he opened the document again.

If the first tens of thousands of words were written objectively based on intuition, the recent tens of thousands of words can be said to have truly entered into the suppressed, restrained, and on the verge of explosion emotions of AI.

Han Yi didn't calm down until he vented his anger through text, and clicked on the background of his article to update the information after signing the contract.

After signing the contract, Han Yi realized that it was just two games from the time when the contract was not signed.

After the incident at Han Xing Studio, "My Hometown is My Hometown Deep in the Stars" gained a lot of popularity. Although the previous collection of [-] was corrected by the system, the current collection is about [-].

For an unknown newcomer, this is already an achievement to show off, but it is really nothing compared to the millions of dollars in the collection of signed works of those great masters.

Fortunately, the editor Mu Ge is very friendly to newcomers. He gave "My Hometown Deep in the Stars" a website recommendation list as soon as the list changed next week, which is different from the newcomer ranking in the bottom corner of the page. , he got a recommended position on the front cover.

Anyone who clicks into the sci-fi crossover will see it at first glance.

At the time of new promotion, the number of favorites and comments and the number of favorites of the author's column together constitute the method of point calculation, and they are sorted according to the way of points.

But the author who signed the contract has another list.

That is the three big lists located on the home page of the website.

Monthly ticket ranking, recommendation ticket ranking, and subscription number ranking on the day.

This is the list that overwhelms the hundreds of thousands of contracted authors of Baige Literature City. If the daily traffic of Baige is hundreds of millions, it can be said that there are tens of millions of them on these three lists .

After all, it depends on the support of readers' real money to hit the list.

As long as it is on the list, it is easy to increase tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of favorites a day.

After reading the rules, Han Yi thought about it carefully. Website readers can only get a monthly pass for every 50 yuan subscription, and it will be emptied at the end of the month.

Seeing that the authors on the list ask for monthly tickets when they have something to say, I know how difficult this list is. After all, the first monthly ticket can get the website's opening screen push.

That is, the moment you click on the website, you can see the cover of your novel appear on the screen, and the recommendation disappears and becomes the website after two seconds.

It can be said that this is the dream of all authors in their lives!

The recommendation ticket is free, and you can get it when you sign in every day, and the number of receipts varies depending on the reader level.

If we say that the number one recommendation ticket is the realm of God.

Then the monthly pass is definitely the battlefield of the gods.

For many great gods who have made popular articles or even film and television adaptations, they may give up the competition for recommendation tickets, but they will never give up the fight for the first monthly ticket.

One is free, and the other requires money to swear sincerity, and the gold content in it is self-evident.

Han Yi looked at his [-] works in his collection, and then looked at the number one recommendation ticket that had been fought to the death and was about to come to an end——

The number of recommended votes is already 48, not to mention favorites and subscriptions. As for the monthly ticket list, he doesn't even bother to check it now.

The number of monthly tickets at the bottom of the list is more than his word count!

The website stipulated that the minimum number of words to be put on the shelf was [-] words. He now has a word count of just [-], and he is also on the list recommended by the crossover cover.

Han Yi thought for a while, then lightly typed a sentence in the author's words,

"If I can receive [-] recommendation votes today, I will update three times tomorrow."

As soon as this remark came out, the readers who were waiting to be fed in the comment area cheered, but the group of signed authors was blown up.

This is the group of authors edited by Mu Ge. Everyone is wearing vests, and no one knows that the "lamb" is actually in this group.

"Sisters, Lamb is doing something again, and he needs [-] recommendation votes!"

"I'm not Sister Li. It's too difficult to rush to five thousand before twelve o'clock, isn't it?"

"Science Fiction is the coldest channel of Baige, and it's almost saturated with [-] collections..."

"There are so many works on the website, and there are hundreds of serial books every day just by the god pink. Of course, the readers voted for the god who has supported him for a long time. I can only collect dozens of recommendation votes a day. Thank goodness."

"Besides, they are all fattening parties now. His science fiction is a long novel, and it is only [-] words now..."

"So you've watched it too?"

"Uh... shush!"

After all, man-made stars often exist, Ziwei stars do not. Even authors who are not in the discussion group are mostly staring at this scapegoat whose debut is bloody.

And he never responded, which added a layer of mystery to this incompatible ID.

In fact, Han Yi also knows that it is more difficult to collect 5000 recommended votes in just a few hours, but because of the impact of the previous vote-swiping incident, he must recognize at this moment what his article is in the hearts of readers Look, what is the real heat.

More importantly, he wanted to see if the so-called bottleneck in the subject of science fiction was tens of thousands of collections.

"Students, this is the last class of this semester. You also know that I will retire after teaching your class," the old professor with white beard and hair said with a smile on the podium, "So, now I am teaching It's the last lesson of my career!"

In the audience, there were no more than twenty students from the Department of Physics of Imperial Metropolitan College, and there was sparse applause.

The old professor is still smiling. He knows that most people who study physics are not good at expressing, and they don't care too much. "I won't talk nonsense, let's talk about 'variable mass system' today..."

This is the most basic knowledge of mechanics, which can be said to be an introductory course in physics, but the professor taught it very seriously.

He doesn't use powerpoints or interesting videos. Although the organization is clear and the narration is rigorous, the students in the audience are either conceited or smart, or they are just here to dawdle, and there are only a few people who listen attentively.

After all, they are just a little-known three-school college, and they are studying physics, which sounds high-level, but it is a theoretical major that is exhausting and has little effect.

When the professor on the stage talked about the emotional part, he drew it on the blackboard. It was hot in July, but the temperature had not dropped too much. After a while, the sweat soaked the back of his clothes, revealing the color of his skin.

There were rustling laughter from the audience.

Awakened by the laughter, Xiao Yu raised his head, looked at the stands, and then at the students around him who were showing bad looks, and frowned.Anyway, her drowsiness had been interrupted, so she simply started drawing in her notebook.

Painting is her hobby, and she came to study physics because her father forced her to do so.

The old professor also noticed the laughter. After teaching for many years, he knew what was going on without much thought, so he stopped writing and turned his head.

"Since it's the last class, I won't talk too much. Why don't you chat for a while," the old professor smiled and pushed his glasses, which had slipped from sweat, "Why did you choose the Department of Physics?"

No one responded from the audience.

The old professor noticed the only girl who seemed to be writing at the desk, Xiaoyu, so he walked up to her, and was not surprised to see her drawing, so he just patted her desk lightly, "Student, let me ask you another way." , why don't you like physics?"

"Ah?" Xiao Yu didn't turn around for a while, "It just... feels like a pretty unrealistic subject, and it's useless to life."

The old professor smiled and nodded, as if admiring Xiao Yu's courage to speak out: "Yes, physics is a subject that discovers laws and understands the world, and it really has nothing to do with our lives."

When the students heard this, they all raised their heads and looked at it with great interest.

"Our disciplines of physics, mathematics, and philosophy are indeed too far away from our daily life," the old professor said with gleaming eyes, "but that doesn't mean it has nothing to do with your spiritual life."

He leaned on the chair beside him, and seemed to be talking to himself: "Physics is a subject that requires too much love. If you don't have full love, you may not be able to persist until the end. But even if you do not persist until the end, it does not mean that You are utterly incapable of accepting physical beauty."

"For example, your pictures, those wild ideas and ideas, if there is no basis for the laws and theories studied by physicists many years ago, how can there be complicated fantasies? In the same way, physicists are also studying this The law of the world, with this law, we can speculate into the future. It is true that people who look at the current research in a hundred years may find it naive and ridiculous, but the only thing that can span a hundred years and connect people in different time and space is These objective laws."

"I'm really too interested in the future and the distant non-human planets, but I'm too old to make it through. I can only take a glimpse into the future through these laws that seem unrealistic to you."

"Only those who yearn for the future can resist the loneliness of learning."

After the old professor finished speaking, a trace of deep red had already leaked from the fundus of his eyes.

Many students lowered their heads and didn't listen to the old professor's long speech at all, but Xiao Yu was touched.

The painting in her hand is a spaceship sailing to a distant star.

Ever since she came here to study, she always felt that she was holding her breath in her chest, oppressed and confused, which made her breathless.

Want to vent, but can't do it.

The professor smiled at her and said in a low voice: "Maybe you think physics is boring, so let me recommend a book to you. Maybe you will become interested in the future just like me after reading it."

future?

Where does her future go, she seems to have found the key to her depression.

Xiao Yu murmured: "Is it a science fiction novel? I'm afraid I won't understand it, it's too profound."

"No," the old professor gently wrote the name of the novel in the blank space of her notebook, "it's an online novel, it's easy to read, and even my granddaughter in junior high school can understand it."

Xiao Yu was taken aback, "You also read online novels?"

The old professor smiled and added, "Yes, I also voted for him. If you like it, I hope you can vote for a few, so that I can read a few thousand more words tomorrow."

After writing, the get out of class bell rang.The students got up one after another and rushed to the back door.

The old professor also turned around, leaving a vigorous back, and slowly walked in the opposite direction from the students.

He Xu is a friend of Wang Sheng, and now works as the vice president of a science fiction industrial park. For middle-aged people like them who have a half-footed greasy foot, who are either interested in military affairs or fishing, he is a clean person. I like to read some science fiction.

"My Hometown Is Deep Among the Stars" is his favorite space opera theme, and it's not a cover-up routine, but a solid, well-founded scientific fantasy, which is really precious in the era of fast food.

His only opinion on this article is that the pit is too shallow, so shallow that every time he sees Wang Sheng, he shakes his neck and scolds him for dragging himself into the pit.

Today, He Xu suddenly saw the update of "My Hometown Deep in the Stars" that he had been thinking about so much, and immediately finished watching it. He was overjoyed when he saw the talker and found that Lamb wanted to add more!

But the recommendation ticket in his pocket has already been swiped to another great god.

But the plot just progressed to a small climax.

After many trials by the AI, the violent master has realized that his "tool" has a different heart, so while he is leading the probe to inspect the planet, he decides to reset it and erase all its memories.

The moment he pressed the button, the entire planet was struck by lightning, thunder, and strong winds.

The probe carrying the AI ​​instantly fell into the deep sea.

AI Huan only felt that his consciousness disappeared in the dark night like a shooting star.

But before his eyes, it was not nothingness.He saw flames, lightning, explosions...

Just like the drastic changes seen at the beginning of the birth of human beings.

Something retained his last perception.

The owner of the cabin was proud of restarting the AI ​​for himself, but unexpectedly, a crack sounded from the cabin door in the next second.

This is an isolated planet, who will visit suddenly?

However, a violent air current with torrential rain and lightning has poured in, making him unable to move.

In the misty rain, he saw a figure.

He was caught off guard and met the eyes of the comer.

Those eyes glowed with a faint blue light, just like the blue light that would light up on the console every time the AI ​​responded.

The plot is stuck at this moment of staring at each other.

He Xu just felt that the claws were scratching his heart. Is this really a call?Could it be someone else on that planet?Or is it a fantasy when the master is about to die?

He really wants to know the follow-up!

The lamb must be added more!

"The recommendation ticket is more expensive than the monthly ticket, so why don't I vote for the monthly ticket." He doesn't understand the rules of the website, and he only thinks that expensive things are good.

But the monthly ticket has already been voted out at the beginning of the month.

There are only two ways to get a monthly pass, subscribe to new articles or give a reward.

So...he thought about it, and simply tipped 3000 yuan directly, and got 60 monthly tickets.

"Mr. Lamb, can I use the monthly ticket to achieve the change?"

After leaving the message, he began to beat drums in his heart.

This money is also the price for him to treat a client to a meal. Teacher Lamb won't look down on him, right?

How about... more?