I write novels to become a saint

Chapter 5
In just half a day, this article has reached the top [-] list of "Book Sea", and it is still rising with a brave momentum.

"Amazing!"

“Wonderful!”

"Wonderful!"

Lin Qian, who had just finished his last class in the morning and was on his lunch break, was about to enter the Palace of Literature to look at the data of his article when he suddenly heard Zhang Zehan muttering to himself.

"what happened?"

"Why do you look dissatisfied with desire?"

Lin Qian asked curiously.

"I just saw a very interesting article."

Zhang Zehan said with a sigh, "But the author didn't update the sequel."

"What article? Can it still make you want to stop?"

"Could it be..."

Lin Qian was a little suspicious. Although there are heaven and earth monitoring, most of the articles that can enter "Book Sea" are very serious, but there are always countless capable people in the world. Even heaven and earth can't stop them from driving, so now Lin Qian doubts that Zhang Zehan is watching something unscrupulous.

"what are you thinking?"

"This is a very serious article. I was shocked, and the author finally came up with a preview of the next issue, which really makes people scratch their heads."

Zhang Zehan glared, feeling that Lin Qian had insulted the holy things in his heart.

"Oh? What's the name? I'll search for it." Because the "Book Sea" is vast, there is a search function on the wall of the Palace of Literature.

"Poet Ghost Li He: The world is too narrow to accommodate geniuses!"

"What?"

Lin Qian was stunned on the spot, why did the name resemble his own article so much?
But I just released it yesterday. If I can't get into the "Collected Works", there is a high probability that it will be buried in the "Book Sea". Even Zhang Zehan can see it.

After perfunctory Zhang Zehan's two sentences, Lin Qian's mind sank and he entered the Palace of Literature.

"Fuck!"

Looking at the amazing numbers at the bottom of my article, one...ten...hundred...thousand...ten thousand...

It turned out to be over [-]!
In just half a day, my article received more than 1 hits!
Lin Qian felt like he was going crazy!

However, soon, he saw something that made him even more crazy.

[Half-saint Han Wengong has already made a big hit! 】

[Semi-sacred poetry Buddha Wang Wei has already been praised! 】

[Half-holy Drunkard Layman has hit the table with admiration! 】

[Poem ghost Li He is absolutely amazing! 】

[Poetry Buddha Wang Wei has been urged to update! 】

……

Seeing the series of big shots shouting and urging him to change, Lin Qian subconsciously pinched his thigh. He suspected that he hadn't woken up yet.

What is this called?
Great Confucianism applauds the table, and Bansheng reminds him online?
Clicking on the background, he found that he had just published an article, the number of followers had already exceeded a thousand, and there were a lot of private messages in the background.

Most of them were reminders, and a few bigwigs sent to guess their identities.

Of course Lin Qian wouldn't reply. He was a little flustered now. Originally, he just wanted to meet the mid-term assessment, but he didn't expect to cause such a stir. He didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing for him now.

Even in the enlightened world of the previous life, where there were many celebrities, Lin Qian was not always at ease in this world.

But soon he was relieved. Although Confucianism and Taoism are prosperous in this world, there are a hundred flowers blooming in the literary world, and a hundred schools of thought contend.

But the set of things from Bluestar Self-media is still a bit ahead of the world in the past, which is a bit of a dimensionality reduction attack.

Looking carefully at his Wen Palace, the talent pool in front of the thatched hut has already been covered with a layer of milky white talent like thick fog, covering the bottom of the talent pool, and there is a steady stream of talent pouring into the talent pool from the desk wall.

The dilapidated thatched cottage seemed to be undergoing some kind of change, and it was no longer the dilapidated one that seemed to leak when it rained.

Lin Qian was excited again. If the talent pool is full, he can officially step into Confucianism and Taoism, become a Confucianism cultivator, and see the most amazing side of this world!

It's exciting just thinking about it!

He is not a person who looks forward and backward. Now that he has gained such attention, his mind is also alive.

As a veteran of the self-media, he understands what traffic means. After gaining such popularity, the first thing he thinks of is to cut leeks... Ah, no, it is cash!
Being able to earn money to improve the living environment, thinking that his younger sister will no longer have to work hard to wash clothes for others in the future, thinking that his elder brother will have enough food to replenish Qi and blood in the future, and good medicinal materials can nourish his body, he is even better than seeing talent The talent in the pool is even happier.

However, if you can write such a hit in your previous life, of course there are many ways to realize it, but here, how to realize it, you have to think carefully.

The most important thing is that he doesn't want to reveal his true identity yet, which makes it even more difficult.

"Lin Qian, Zhang Zehan, do you have time this afternoon?"

At this time, a clear voice sounded behind the two of them.

Lin Qian was a little confused, so the one who called them was Chen Ruikang, a good student in his class and a rich second generation. This kind of Gao Fushuai, who was good at studying and had a rich family, was usually in a completely different world from them.

"What's wrong?" Lin Qian asked puzzled.

"That's it," Chen Ruikang explained, "We are going to hold a Liushang Qushui by the Xiangjiang River in the afternoon, do you want to join us?"

It was only then that Lin Qian remembered that it was time to rest and take a shower in the afternoon. To put it simply, this afternoon is a holiday!

Flowing glass of water sounds very tall, but for the students of Taoli Academy, it is an outdoor party, more for fun. At this time, a large number of people have gathered around Chen Ruikang, almost the whole class Already gathered around him, they were excitedly discussing the afternoon tea.

But Lin Qian didn't have time to play with these kids right now, so he had to think about how to cash it out.

"We are serious about the flow of water this time. Everyone needs to compose poems. If you get inspiration by chance and write a masterpiece that can be included in the "Collected Works", the mid-term assessment will naturally not be a problem. Maybe you can also attract talents. Confucianism and Taoism Entry..."

Maybe it was because he saw Lin Qian's disinterest, Chen Ruikang explained.

Zhang Zehan next to him already showed an expression of eagerness to try. He really wanted to try it after thinking hard last night and had no idea. Even if there is no masterpiece, it is pretty good to be able to play.

It is undeniable that this kind of literati party may really spark a spark of inspiration and inspire the potential to write a masterpiece. Moreover, Lin Qian does not want to appear to be out of place. Now the whole class goes, and if he does not go by himself, he will definitely be isolated in the future .

So he nodded, "Okay!"

Chen Ruikang showed a bright smile, satisfied with his charisma, and said to Lin Qian with a smile, "Then you pay five taels of silver later, and set off to Xiangjiang with us later!"

"???"

"Do you still need to pay money?"

Lin Qian was a little confused.

One tael of silver can be exchanged for a thousand copper coins, and one copper coin can buy a steamed bun, which is still stuffed with meat. One tael of silver can save them a little bit of food expenses for a month, and the elder brother's salary as a policeman is only a month It's only three taels of silver, what kind of outdoor party requires him to pay five months of living expenses for the whole family?
Ya who takes classes!

"Sorry, I just remembered. I have something to do this afternoon. I suddenly got some inspiration and want to write my own article. Can I do it another day?"

Lin Qian resolutely changed his words and refused. Not to mention that he would not be able to pay five taels of silver if he squeezed out their family, even if he did, he would not use the hard-earned money of his elder brother and younger sister to do such a stupid thing.

For these wealthy people, it was normal for five taels of silver to go to a party, but Lin Qian was very forceful.

"another day?"

"who do you think You Are?"

Everyone around Chen Ruikang laughed.

Lin Qian had no choice but to work hard, but his economic strength would not allow it!

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