I’m Really a Superstar

Old Wu Yifang.

Zhang Wei said that it is.

Hey, this word is a bit sloppy, he... write and write.

Zhang Wei looked around and asked, "Is there a computer?"

"How many units, use the study room, configure it." Wu Zeqing also gently put down the tea cup, holding the Chinese classical tea table to get up, "go, take you there."

Zhang Yiyi should, "Get it."

She leads the way. "Is it true now?"

Zhang Wei asked, "Do you want to see it now?"

"I said, I have always liked your novels. After reading "Ghost Blowing Lights", I have been waiting for your new book. I can see it today. Naturally, it is best." Going to the door of the study, Wu Zeqing elegantly held it. Two fingers opened the doorknob and pushed the door in, let him in, and said: "But the premise is that you have to write well, you can't do anything, I am disappointed, fans will be disappointed, so I suggest you still think more days. I have to think about it all, and it’s not too late to move the pen. Even if I go to the South to take office, I won’t be able to see your book, or I can see it on the Internet.”

Zhang Wei didn't listen. "If you want to see it, I have to let you see it today. I said it."

When he heard this, Wu Zeqing stopped talking about it. He went to the desk and opened the desktop computer to him. "Well, then I will wait for your good news."

Zhang Weidao: "What type do you want to see?"

"As long as it is written by you, you can." Wu Zeqing smiled warmly. "I believe that your ability, from the time you invited you to teach at Peking University on the plane, I have no doubt."

Zhang Yidun feels a lot of pressure. "I have no time to write a long story. Is it a middle article? I will finish it in a few days. I will write a part of it today and write it while I am writing."

She smiled: "Okay."

"Then I will write." Zhang said.

Wu Zeqing did not bother him, nod, quit the study and close the door.

There was only Zhang Yi alone in the study room. He took a deep breath and opened the interface of the game ring without saying anything. He looked at the total reputation. His reputation value was all used for a few days ago, with a minimum of 100,000 reputation. The things can't be bought, the poor go crazy, but in just two or three days, Zhang Wei's reputation has skyrocketed again, and that the three cross-talks have accumulated for him. Suddenly, Zhang Wei opened the mall and opened the purchase of memory search capsules inside. I was afraid that it was not enough, so I bought three at once and spent 300,000 reputation.

eat

Remove the capsule from the inventory and throw it into your mouth.

Two.

Three.

In one breath, I ate it. In an instant, Zhang Hao closed his eyes. The subconscious mind had returned to his former memory, began to swim, and began to condense the hidden memories that had long been forgotten. Why choose "Wu Chuan"? First, because this work is one of the most classic novels in his world, and second, because the space is more appropriate, not long or short, you can just use these days to write well, so that Wu Zeqing can read before going, the third is also The most important point is that there is something like Zhang Yi’s expression in this novel. There is something that Zhang Wei wants to say after this slogan after this ban, especially to tell everyone, so it must be it— - This must-read for the passer.

Six o'clock.

Zhang Yu opened his eyes in an instant, his hand had touched the keyboard and mouse, and a new document was created. The hand had already hit the top of the keyboard and slammed it.

"Wu Chuan".

Body: Chapter 1.

Four people came here, there was a jungle in front, and there was no road.

"Wukong, I am hungry, find some food to eat." Tang Yan said to the big model on the stone.

"I am busy, you will not find it yourself?... It is not without legs." Sun Wukong said with a stick.

"What are you busy? What are you busy with?"

"Do you not think this sunset is beautiful?" Sun Wukong said, his eyes still look at the horizon. "I only have to look at this and I can continue to go west every day."

"You can look at it while you look at it, as long as you don't hit the big tree."

"I don't do anything when I see the sunset."

"Sun Wukong, you can't do this. You can't bully the bald like this. You starve him to death. We can't find the western sky. We can't find the western sky. The curse on us will never be lifted."

As a modern person, Zhang Wei's typing speed can't be too slow, and his current state is not the same as chatting and writing a thesis, because you don't have to think, you don't have to think about it, let alone hesitate, all the words are already in his mind. Branded, as long as I think of it, the sentence that appears will be smashed out one word at a time, faster than holding an original copy of the book, naturally, playing the word to feel like flying.

half an hour.

One hour.

In the study, I heard the knocking sound of the keyboard. It was not a normal sound, but a sound that made the soul tremble. It was light and steady, calm and revealing the atmosphere. The atmosphere was mixed with a dragon and a tiger. , as quiet as a virgin, moving like a detachment...

I don't know what to describe.

Anyway, typing is fast right.

Later, the door of the study suddenly opened slightly.

Zhang Xin’s thoughts were all concentrated on the computer, and they didn’t pay attention. Until a figure appeared on the side, he discovered Wu Zeqing who came in.

"Sister Wu." He stopped.

Wu Zeqing held a cup of coffee in his hand, put it down on the table, stirred it with a small spoon, and smiled: "When you write about you, drink it when you are tired."

Zhang Wei busy said: "Thank you."

Wu Zeqing also put a blanket on his left arm, took it down and put it on his lap. "This house is cool and covered."

"Oh, no, no." Zhang Wei was flattered.

Wu Zeqing said gently: "Cover, listen to the big sister."

Zhang Wei had to say: "Thank you, don't be too busy, if you are sleepy, you should rest first." Although they are not vice presidents of Peking University, but that is also the leader, watching Lao Wu busy before, Zhang I am really embarrassed.

"It’s just over seven o’clock, it’s early.” Wu Zeqing smiled. “I’m still waiting to see your novel. Don’t look at it, I don’t sleep, you cheer, close it.”

He said: "Okay."

Lao Wu left, the door closed.

Zhang Wei sipped his coffee and touched the blanket on his leg. He suddenly felt warm in his heart, or he was still a good old man. He would take care of others and his heart would be fine.

For the old Wu

Write and write

Zhang Wei began to take off, and the speed in his hands actually increased.

In the near future, the first chapter was written. This is a relatively long chapter with more than 6,000 words.

He didn't say much, knowing that Lao Wu was waiting to see it. He suddenly wrote a novel today. In fact, only a small part of it was because he listened to the criticism of Lao Wu. The vast majority is actually because Lao Wu wants to read his novel, Zhang Wei. This is the passion to write, this has always been a master who saw the lesbians can not move, do it, Zhang Wei opened the webpage, quickly logged into his own meager, synchronized the account, and then opened I have my own blog.

The development of the world's meager and blog is not the same as that of his earth. Since the establishment of the blog here, it is basically unified. There are not so many portals, and then meager is also based on the blog of this company. Upgraded, so the meager account and blog can be universal, are a company's products, and even have a lot of intersection and sharing, as long as the account can be synchronized, very convenient, the content posted on the blog can also be on the microblogging Short publicity.

Upload

release

The operation is very simple, I will get it right away.

Zhang Wei shouted at the outside. "Sister Wu, I wrote a little, upload it."

There was a very gentle female voice outside, "Blog?"

"Yes." Zhang Yidao.

"Well, I will read it." Then it was gone.

Zhang Wei did not dare to delay, because he knew that although there are Journey to the West in this world, before the appearance of the adaptation of Journey to the West, such as the Westward Journey, this "Wu Chuan Biography" may be awkward, and it will be a bit confusing at first. Some people may not understand it, so Zhang Wei must step up to write the back. After the first few are made out, everyone will definitely understand.

In the second chapter, the number of words is less, two or three thousand words, Zhang Wei decided to get it within 30 minutes, so he put it into the typing.

Online.

Many people are talking about something else.

"Do you see the old movie of Lao He?"

"Look, awesome."

"The goddess of water has a new song."

"Rely, I am bothering her, too speculative."

"But people are very angry, and a microblog can send hundreds of thousands of copies. With millions of comments, everyone likes to watch her noise."

"To tell the truth, I still like Zhang Wei. Although his reputation is not as good as those of the National People's Congress, his works are not as good as those of his audience. But Zhang Hao is really a **** talent. If he looks as handsome as the mainstream stars, his works should be Some more people, take care of everyone, his popularity will certainly go any further, and definitely catch up with the stars who rely on hype to win the fame by the public."

"I agree that if Zhang Yi is going step by step, the popularity is absolutely against the sky. He only debuted for less than a year. It will be more than half a year. Now he is looking for the second-line star to run."

"Haha, have you seen this comic contest? I am amused, Zhang Hao is too humorous, and those things can laugh at the dead. One person even confuses a national cross-talking contest. I can make trouble too much. I am also optimistic about Zhang Wei. As long as he can go on, as long as the entertainment circle gives him this opportunity, he will definitely be your father in the future."

"Unfortunately, I was banned."

"Hey, don't mention it, I will be angry when I lift it up."

"I don't know what Teacher Zhang is doing now."

"Why can you still? This is completely banned. Now he can't even participate in the draft. No one dares to let him participate. This is the death penalty. Teacher Zhang is afraid that he will not come out."

Suddenly, someone screamed.

"Zhang Yu opened a blog"

"Khan, what's the fuss? What happened to the blog?"

"What do you say is going to see it? There is a novel in the blog called "Wukong Chuan" seems to be Zhang Xin's new work."

"what?"

"true and false?"

"I rely, it is true"