Those who can read are writers [Interstellar]

Compared with what Zhou Wenli told people directly, people are often more willing to believe their own guesses and reasoning.People will not doubt what they reasoned out, and people always believe in themselves more.

So when guiding the direction of the wind, what Sangwen has to do is not to keep complaining that he has been wronged.

He just needs to follow Zhou Wenli's words and push everything to the edge of the cliff.

[Who would believe that you didn't get a score based on this score?The stats without scoring are so beautiful, who are you?Are you a literary award winner? 】

[It’s dead and the points are broken, there is no need to discuss it, this post is dead. 】

[It's disgusting that this kind of operation, the author is really disgusting, why can't he write things in a down-to-earth manner? 】

After such a reply, Tuping, when someone began to notice something wrong, there was no need for Sang Wen to say anything, and the natural direction began to reverse——

[The landlord is not the author himself, is he?You are full of jealousy!If you don't have a stone hammer, you will start scolding here. If you can't do it yourself, you won't allow others to be strong. What kind of reasoning is this? ? 】

[There is no evidence, just hang up with someone directly, it's okay, I understand, I understand, is it a competitor in the same period? 】

[I really clicked in and died laughing, saying that there is no evidence for scoring, saying that there is no evidence for hype, and starting to say that the character is not good? ?You can talk about it together, when did the atmosphere of the forum become like this, and a group of pink-eyed people are clamoring here and can post so many posts! 】

At this time, Sang Wen started to eat the jerky of the little lulu beast again. With a smile of watching the excitement, he stared at his image in the forum and began to whitewash, while watching the data of "Dragon Slaying Art" increase even more rapidly.

Little brother, it is your elder brother Sangwen who harmed someone.

Do you now understand what it means to steal a chicken without losing money?

Zhou Wenli almost lost his temper.

There are not one or two authors who have made a bad reputation with this operation, and he has never seen someone who can bring traffic to his own article from the black posts on the forum after suddenly being whitewashed in the blink of an eye.

He stared at the optical brain bitterly, knowing that it was useless to do anything now.

This time he has lost.

The longest and most scolding post suddenly disappeared on the optical brain, and those who came to eat melons after hearing the sound had nowhere to go, they could only look at the scattered posts.And the newly added replies to the scattered posts are all ignorant black. After reading it for a while, not only is the thinking unaffected, but the truth is realized within minutes.

Zhou Wenli watched helplessly as various postings invariably labeled the poster as a jealousy attack or pink eye disease, and then more people even started to support civilization, saying that they should not affect their mood because of such people who don't like themselves.

There are always posts about civilization and "Dragon Slayer" floating on the front page, and people will always find it annoying if they read too much.But even if there are endless replies saying [what’s the matter, I’m staring at this every day] [it’s out of topic, just click it], but the posts discussing civilization and "Dragon Slaying Art" will still be topped on the front page .

It was only later that Zhou Wenli realized that not only did he not stink up Wenming, he had instead launched a huge publicity campaign for Wenming, and made Wenming a topical figure in the forum.

He completely gave this newcomer a chance to enter the field of vision of more people, allowing this newcomer to start his own path to becoming a god.

For a long time afterward, whenever Zhou Wenli thought about this matter, he would feel his blood rushing to the top of the sky, making him dizzy with anger.

But at this moment, Sangwen was thinking about...

"It's an anonymous forum..." Sang Wen turned his head, "I don't know who is after me and made such a show."

The most worrying thing is often not the confrontation between the enemy and the enemy, but a pair of eyes staring at you in the dark.You don't know who he is, let alone what purpose he has and what he will do.

You just know he's staring at you like a viper on its prey.

He might be preparing for it all the time, but suddenly he pounced on him, just taking a bite.

Sang Wen sighed softly, leaned back and leaned on the back of the chair.

He couldn't do anything to immediately find out the person in the dark.

After realizing this, Sangwen still felt somewhat powerless.He stopped writing archives, but picked up a notebook on the corner of the table and started writing a diary.

In the interstellar era, most of the written and written data are stored with optical brains.The number of paper books is very small, but it is not because they are precious and rare. You can buy a lot of them with a very small amount of star coins.

It's just that in the evolution of the times, people will choose more convenient, more private, and more efficient choices.

There are always things that will disappear in the long river of history.

Even if not now, it will be soon.

Sang Wen majored in ancient Chinese language and literature. Although the newly opened major has not yet figured out what to teach and what to learn, the school still has everything it should have.

Paper libraries, paper databases, storage places for various paper papers...including the stationery store downstairs in the dormitory where Sang Wen bought a lot of paper.

He spread out the book that he used as a diary, turned the pen around, and wrote wherever he thought of.

Of course, the Chinese characters I am most familiar with are used.It is true that Sang Wen can use serpentine characters proficiently. He used snake-shaped characters to write in Yuntu.But when he actually writes something on paper, he writes Chinese characters subconsciously and unconsciously.

He also likes to write Chinese characters.

[Everything is as usual, I am like a young master locked in a pavilion, there is no difference between yesterday and today.

Ignoring those mechanical and technological things around me, I always feel that there is no place to rely on my spirit.

Get up early today and go out for a walk...

……

Everything is going well.

——Sang Wen. 】

He wrote some random words, put down his pen, grabbed his coat and went out.

Also, he would not see the diary that he casually threw on the table, slowly flashing a faint light.

It's like the dark night on the earth, the starlight is faint; it's like the evening on the earth, the candle is dimly lit.

The light is so strange, it seems to have no color, it seems to be almost transparent, only lightly.

After a while, they rose up little by little and gathered in the air, beautifully like yearning for the glow of the other side of the ocean in a dream.

Finally, the light fell.

Then, a boy stood on the ground.

It should be said that he is a teenager, he is not very old, and his face is immature and handsome.Her whole body exudes a tall and verdant temperament like a small green bamboo, her back is straight, and her whole person is clear and magnificent.

Looking at his eyes, it doesn't look like a teenager, his eyes are full of the wind and rain of the world, it is not vicissitudes of life, but it makes people want to hear about his past.He seems to have walked through the change of kingship, and also like to walk through the hail of bullets. As soon as he lowers his head, he has endless desire to speak.

He looked at the notebook on the table, walked over silently, stretched out his white and slender fingers, and tapped on the bottom corner of the notebook.

point at--

Enter "Sang Wen".

Suddenly, he laughed.

The author has something to say: Yes!It's Shoujun!

Ah ah ah ah ah the eighth chapter can be regarded as the official appearance of Shou Jun woo woo woo woo!