Be a boss from the end of the world

Chapter 44 This Must Be an Oolong!
[-] words, it took nearly a month to write, and now it is announced that the eunuch is no longer writing, and I will write with a hammer!

My dear old readers, don't rush to scold, let me seriously quibble!
Why am I a eunuch?

as follows:
This book has been studied for nearly a month before it was written. Before writing, I thought a lot and did a lot of design:
First of all, what is cheating?Whether you hang it or not, whether you are happy or not, can it resonate?Then readers have a happy gc together?

Secondly, can the protagonist be called Di Batian?Can the protagonist's evil smile make readers drool?Is the protagonist big?What kind of family background, both parents dead and poor, or worth trillions?
Secondly, who is the heroine, a pure and cute little loli?Sister Gao Lengyu loves leather whips?Forgetful silly white sweets?Xiao Qingxin who is the main character wholeheartedly?

Overthrow all the above, enter the house!close the door!

I started to make up more than a dozen doomsday essays, combined with some doomsday essays I had read before, various summaries, and various inferences.

Suddenly the spirit lifted!A brainstorm!Be confident!

Got it!

I want to ride the wind and waves, wipe out all the online articles, become a god with one book, and lay the foundation for the world, and the five whites of the Central Plains will bow down and submit!
For example, I write like this:
The protagonist is reborn in the last days, knowing everything that is about to happen, all kinds of cheating, so cool!
The protagonist warns in advance, hides and develops wretchedly, and develops steadily!
The protagonist develops materials, hoards and farms life flow.

The protagonist awakens his abilities and turns the whole world upside down!

main character……

I wipe!Rubbish routine, what the hell, forget it.

Isn't this all written by others?It stinks of being written!
In the modern era of online literature that advocates new ideas, is it too shameless to pick up these stinky shoes?What about the original spirit?
Do not!I can't write like that, I consider myself a fresh, brilliant, off-cheesy, eclectic... author!
I want to open another stove!

I want to think!
So I moved the stool, sat on the balcony and looked at the passers-by, appreciating the various states of the world, wandering away from things, and entering a state of ecstasy. This is basically the operation of the Nascent Soul monster!

Then there is!

I have another idea!

"The Last Man"! ! ! !

Great text!
The protagonist lives in the last days and is the son-in-law of the corpse king. He is looked down upon by the corpse king's mother-in-law, the corpse king's father-in-law, and the zombie sister-in-law!
"Garbage, trash, you can't even bite people, what's the use of keeping you?"

"Aside from boiling human blood every day and cleaning up your clothes, you don't even dare to bite a single person, waste!"

Immediately, the zombie wife's grandma celebrates the "fifth anniversary of becoming a zombie" birthday, during which the protagonist is completely looked down upon by the relatives of the zombie.

The protagonist got angry and called grandma: Grandma, call me one billion...

Oh!The routine is wrong!Count the ball, think again!
I was lost in thought again!
After half a month of contemplation, yes!Let's write a well-regulated article, let's develop steadily.

But let's not engage in the routines that were unique to the end-time novels in the past, such as warnings, hoarding, various reports, and the beginning.

Isn't it cool to start directly and go on an adventure?

Well, just do it!

The protagonist is too monotonous?

Add a girl?I didn’t add those post-apocalyptic essays in the past, but I have to add them!
Well, plus!
What girl to add?

The eldest lady of a rich family pushes the other way, wouldn't it be nice to have a small whip and drop candles?

Cool!
But we can't be the Holy Mother, never the Holy Mother, we have to be quick, we have to be cool, we have to be explosive!

Let's do it!
clap clap clap!
One hundred thousand words, upload!

Then, get excited to the point of h every day, this is a great pen, and surpassing the old books is just around the corner!

I'll just say it!I am a different author!Great!

And then, the reader comments came like a storm.

as follows:
"The poison has been tested, and it is extremely poisonous."

"That woman let her die, it's disgusting, bah, rubbish!"

"Too Holy Mother, the Holy Mother of Death, disgusting!"

"It's so disgusting, I almost threw up after reading a few chapters, and I can't eat any more!"

"The Holy Mother of Nima, disgusting, let the protagonist die, and the author dies too!"

"Junk text, identified!"

"The protagonist is as cowardly as a dog. He was bullied to the door, so he dare not kill?? Garbage, throw it away!"

"Is this the author's first time writing? To be honest, the writing is really bad. Let me tell you how to write..."

"This author looks like a novice at first glance, and he is not an old book fan. The end of the world is not written like this at all, and a lot of things are missing!"

"Author, I beg you, please stop writing, this is rubbish!"

"Author! I suggest you read xx's end-time novels, you will learn a lot. What are you writing about?"

"Uncle obviously writes very well, don't act like this." Only one young reader with 0 reading time said weakly.

……

"..."

I sat in front of the computer and was stunned!The single maintenance comment doesn't put my mind at ease either.

Those poisonous comments were like sharp arrows, whistling, piercing the aorta of my heart!

why?
This is not the result I want, the result!
I squatted in the corner, smoking half a pack of cigarettes.

This is not right!
I am nearly forty years old, my children are already in middle school, there are more than a dozen vests, and I am an author who has written online articles for ten years. Why do I receive such treatment?
Why was it called a grandson by a group of teenage readers?
This will not work!I'm not wrong, my way of writing on the Internet is right!
I control my own life!
I have to fight back!

So, I clicked on a comment, and saw that it said "garbage article, garbage author, author dead mother!"

So vicious!

Reply immediately: Damn you are a big watermelon, you mentally retarded thing, fuck you!

Permanent ban!

Goodbye!
Unexpectedly, he left a message backstage to scold him, and even changed his online name to "Chen Duosuspects his father".

This is unbearable!Don't bully the middle-aged and poor, make fun of him!
"Wipe your old lady, your sister, your sister..." My eyes were filled with anger like an abyss, like a god king descending, the momentum was like a rainbow, and it was like hell in a single thought, and I replied like this.

Unexpectedly, he replied again: "xxxxx..."

As a result, the two of them scolded back and forth all night, and it was so satisfying that they even had something to say...

It's dawn the next day!
With a pair of panda eyes on my face and trembling body, I checked the recommendation ranking of this book:
No. 15, a total of 20 books.

wait!

Could it be that my path is wrong?
Maybe!
"Suck--"

Cigarettes are a bit smoky.

My daughter starts school today!

I threw away the remaining cigarette butts, put on a shabby suit from 20 years ago, worn socks and leather shoes, and put expired mousse on my hair. I looked like a dog.

Then I took my daughter to school on a battery car.

My daughter asked me in the middle: "Dad, did the novel get any grades?"

I smiled proudly: "Baby, it's not that dad is bragging to you. Your dad is a great Internet writer. He is a high-quality book and a super god. He makes money and makes his hands cramp. When you graduate, dad will start a company and be worth hundreds of millions. You are the rich second generation!"

"Obviously a lv5 writer." The daughter whispered, and then asked: "Do your readers like you?"

I smiled lightly, detached: It can be said that they adore me and regard me as an idol. In their minds, I am Yibo, Ah Zhan, and Ah Xian in the Internet literary circle, and there is not even a single person who criticizes me.

"You are amazing!" The daughter jumped into the campus.

I looked at her back for a long time, the smile on her face disappeared bit by bit.

Eyes are a bit dry.

Back then, I bought a steamed stuffed bun for two yuan. While eating, I took out my mobile phone, opened WeChat, and with a smile on my face, showing eight teeth, sent a WeChat message:
"Editor, good morning! How about I test the water? Will there be any results?"

Half an hour later, the editor replied: "It's too ordinary, there will be no results!"

Me: "Then let me keep writing and reading?"

EDIT: "Cut it?"

I pretended not to understand: "What's wrong? It means to modify and modify?"

Edit: "Eunuch! Do eunuchs understand?"

I silently turned off the phone and looked at the sky.

At this time, a few young people passed by, and one of them said: "I want to write novels. I heard that it is very profitable, better than part-time jobs!"

I looked at him and smiled, that was my lost youth!
When I got home, turned on the computer, and logged into the writer’s background, I felt sorry for many people, such as a good reader and friend of mine, Mr. “Yu”, for costing you!
Finally type the next line:
"This must be an oolong!"

(End of this chapter)