About my super space sniper battle

[Here is Xu Shihui's home field. 】

Literary creation, the old king Huo Dongqian's life/light of life, fire of desire.

Despite the limited level of realization, the old king still did not give up his dream of being a literary hero, and has been serializing third-rate novels on the Huo Dongxing Public Literature Forum for a hundred years.Probably because the king used a pseudonym, his novels were not popular among the people, and the copyright income was just enough to pay for the king's daily breakfast.But not using his real name to write is the old king's last insistence on literary creation.He felt that once he took off his vest, the curious eyes of the people would flood in like a tide, causing a bubble in the hit rate of novels, and literary criticism would be distorted because of his special identity.Only by using a pseudonym to create, so that readers can cast aside the halo of authorship, can the king's true literary level be tested.

The king named himself the Dreamer, the Scholar with the Sword, the King on Paper, the Man of Steel, and the Crazy Dreamer.

Every morning, after the old king finished washing, he would wear his loose and soft silk bathrobe, make a pot of excellent herbal tea with an antique bone china teapot, hold an old-fashioned Internet interactive screen under his arm, and bare a pair of Robotic limbs—wearing shoes means nothing to him—Shi Shi stepped onto his verdant terrace.

Beside the black iron outdoor carved chair, perfectly warm croissants and hot pudding—sometimes barley porridge and side dishes—and a silent waiter standing by the side are waiting for him.The old king doesn't like unnecessary compliments and pleasantries. It is suggested that the walkers in front of the imperial court can try to save court salutes or interact with him in a purely polite manner in the morning; so the guard can choose to keep asking him questions until the old king doesn't take the initiative to ask him questions. remain silent.Occasionally, some waiters choose to chat with the king on their own initiative, but generally any topic ends up being abducted to literary creation.

Dreamer · Scholar with Sword · King on Paper · Man of Steel · Crazy One Dream Floats Half a Life This author of popular novels, who has been writing for decades, enjoys breakfast in tranquility while interacting on the table. Browse the most active folk original novel creation exchange area "Magic Ear Forest Space Station" on Huo Dongxing.Finally, there is no annoying commander-in-chief waving his dramatic coat of arms and squeaking riding boots complaining about the past of the army and the royal family, and no son who questions everything threatens him every day by withdrawing from the so-and-so recruitment plan to announce what There is no "big conspiracy", and there is no beloved wife who likes to worry about everything and puts a roster of celebrities to ask him to choose a concubine for the prince; no, there is no power and worldly hustle and bustle here, only quiet words and thoughts accompany him.

Sometimes he would draw some creative inspiration from space station articles, sometimes he would buy some out-of-print ancient books posted by others on the forum, and sometimes he would angrily argue with other creators about a hot issue in the industry; but Most of the time, he browses some gossip in the literary world of street stalls, and discussing gossip is always full of energy.

"Magic Ear Forest Space Station - a literature exchange forum that my father must read every day." Prince Ban walked around in the small room, unable to restrain the excitement in his eyes.He asked Wu Liman to try the access right of the translator's identity chip, and was glad to see that the magic ear forest could be accessed normally.

"Father has a lot of books. He likes to collect and read all kinds of publications from Huo Dongxing to the ether planet. Since he knew the low-dimensional space of the earth, he discovered that there is another civilization of the baby universe waiting for him to explore. The hunger and thirst can be imagined. I have seen more than once that he entrusted the commissioner of the Earth Bureau to purchase masterpieces from different eras of the Earth for him, and read them all night. But at the same time, because of the confidentiality of the full-time recruitment plan, he read the After many great classics in civilization, he couldn’t communicate with his colleagues because he was sure that he was the only person on Huo Dongxing who knew the contents of these works.” Prince Ban walked up to Xu Shihui as he spoke, his whole person glowing with excitement Hui, a thin layer of sweat even formed on the bridge of his handsome nose, "If a creator suddenly appears on the forum at this time, and publishes the abbreviation of a novel that is exactly the same as the plot of the classic literature on Earth, he will immediately realize who this person is " Prince Ban stared at Xu Shihui with intense eyes, which made the other person want to look away, "Because at this moment on Huo Dongxing, only another earthling may know the contents of these works, and this earthling is trapped in Dai In the West. This method of communication is absolutely secret, and it is absolutely impossible to attract the attention of the military."

"Come on, it's time to test your literary skills." Prince Ban waved his big hand, as if commanding thousands of troops, and motioned Xu Shihui to sit down on the comfortable cushion, "It has only been ten ephemeral years since the establishment of the Earth Bureau. Time, although my father loves books like his life, in such a short period of time, he can only pick out a batch of works that are the most famous and widely spread on the earth-including many works that even you don't know. , a work that has not yet been born in your time."

"Even so, the scope is too wide." Xu Shihui felt guilty about his literary accomplishment.

"I know, the Knight of Books and Swords has been giving me a reading list of earth knowledge. I have read His Majesty's shopping list, and I remember the names of some authors from the pre-interstellar age." Wu Liman interjected, "William Shakespeare, Cao Xueqin , and García Marx... no, Maxim, oh no, Marco... oh my god, it's too hard to remember..."

"García Márquez." Xu Shihui ended the pain of Wu Liman, a student with a poor culture on Earth, "Okay, now I know which books they are. We are now going to abbreviate A Prince's Revenge, a Love Tragedy in a Big Family , and the chaotic history of a small town—I feel like I probably won’t need any sleep today.”

"You dictate the main points. Wu Liman and I will sort out the records and translate them into Huo Dong Xingyu, and publish the article before the father lands on the Moer Forest space station tomorrow morning." With a caring tone, he patted the cushion behind him again and again.He even went to the kitchen himself and brought a cup of warm coffee as if by magic: "Come on, this is 'Large Skimmed Milk Half Sugar Hazelnut Flavored Latte with a shot'."

"Why is there still this?" Xu Shihui was greatly surprised.

Prince Madara shrugged: It's just that the earth drink prepared in advance by E001 on the Daisy was overused in patience.Prince Huo Dongxing treats his friends with warmth like a spring breeze, and treats his enemies as ruthlessly as winter.

Wu Liman sat in front of the keyboard and concentratedly recorded Xu Shihui's narration in Earth language.While listening to Xu Shihui, Prince Ban sat leisurely on the podium, watching the language results of the automatic translation, and correcting translation errors from time to time.

According to Xu Shihui's biological clock, it was almost dawn at this time.Since he was transferred from the North American Marketing Department and bid farewell to the time difference between the opening of the US stock market, Xu Shihui has not stayed up all night working for a long time; After a long time, he was actually softened by the coffee. This discovery made him a little dumbfounded.But Xu Shihui immediately realized that the coffee that had been placed for such a long time could still keep the right temperature, it should be carefully placed in a constant temperature heating box.

Who bought this cup of coffee for him?Or his always precise order configuration.

Xu Shihui probably fell into a kind of divergent thinking due to sleepiness—"today" the Hujiang River is still raining continuously, and the whole city is shrouded in boundless mist.The evil wind from the east of the Yangtze River spewed fine water vapor on pedestrians from all directions.That person should hold an umbrella when he goes to the coffee shop, but he can't stop the ubiquitous raindrops in the air; or even he doesn't bother to hold an umbrella at all, and walks quickly in the misty rain with a brown paper bag, letting countless water Beads soaked quietly on the ends of his hair and eyelashes, like dense sugar, dotted around the handsome facial features...

"Handsome what?" Wu Liman stopped typing and looked up at Xu Shihui.

FUXK!Xu Shihui suddenly woke up, not knowing what inexplicable words he had unintentionally uttered. "Ah, I'm a little sleepy, distracted..." He rubbed his eyes and pulled back his thoughts, "Jia Baoyu has a round face—the face is like the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the color is like the flowers of spring dawn..."

However, Xu Shihui was obviously a little self-indulgent. He didn't know that the unlucky guy who was ordered to order coffee for him under the rain and under an umbrella, and was disgusted for too long after getting wet was actually Captain Wu Liman.

Xu Shihui continued to narrate vigorously, his body was already extremely exhausted, and the rest of his will continued to work under the blessing of caffeine.Xu Shihui unbuttoned the jacket of the dark blue Knights uniform, rolled his long-sleeved shirt to his elbows, propped it on the console, and talked eloquently with the knowledge stored in his brain.For a few moments, he had a trance feeling that the bridge seemed to be located in the steel forest of Luyun Street, which was brightly lit at midnight. The project managers of the North American Marketing Department held a cup of high-strength coffee and muttered while looking at the computer: It’s too bitter. I don't want to follow the North American line anymore, and I want to change direction to do domestic financing projects without time difference.Instead, he just smiled and reassured the tired staff while discussing the fluidity of the day with other colleagues.The computer in front of Wu Liman is just a common MacPro, and what jumps on the screen is the ever-changing graph of the trading software, occasionally interspersed with some news from different time zones.There is always a staff member who keeps the PPT editing page open all the time, just like Prince Ban and Wu Liman are concentrating on it, fine-tuning the report every time he speaks a word.

Every word he said counts.Here is Xu Shihui's home field.

He talked about the coming of the ghost of the old king, about Claudius dying under Hamlet's poisonous sword; The loneliness and hesitation of the family.Finally, Moer Alpha star also quietly climbed into the night sky of Huo Dongxing.Xu Shihui was finally exhausted. In the end, he felt as if only his lips were still opening and closing, and his consciousness gradually blurred. When he didn't know where he was speaking, his voice stopped abruptly. sleep.

"Ah, really... Tired of work and fell asleep..." He seemed to hear Prince Ban whispering in his ear.He seemed to have fallen asleep directly, and a strong arm supported him in time.He raised his eyelids with the last bit of effort, only to see the fine coat of arms interwoven with gold threads on the gorgeous white dress.

Where am I sleeping now...?He thought in a daze, but his brain could no longer support such complicated thinking, so Xu Shihui fell into a deep sleep in Prince Ban's arms.

"Oh my god, he's so heavy!" Prince Ban complained incomprehensibly, trying to avoid Xu Shihui's heavy breath spraying on his neck in some embarrassing way, "Wu Liman! Come and help me move .”