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In the small black room, Fang Ran, who heard Jota's answer silently, looked at him silently, and Jota, who was uncomfortable when he saw him, shrank back behind the chair.

"Um... Did I say something strange..."

Fang Ran looked at this Yota, who had a wider range than he had counseled, and it was a little unbelievable that a guy who could possibly be the strongest hacker in science and technology would stay at home and write novels all day long, but he still put away himself because the other party let him This preconceived view does not seem to have anything to do with words.

"Then you were in the codeword? Can I find it online?"

"Um... it can be found for the time being..."

Hearing Fang Ran's words, Jota's voice became a little eager, and he turned away and pressed on the keyboard. It is not the leading end of the industry, but a novel that has never been heard before. The website jumped out, and what appeared to be the backstage of his work appeared, but when I leaned over, I saw...

[The King's Throne-Update to Chapter 178-Fantasy Editing Group-Collection...]

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Fang Ran: "..."

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"That... I said Jota..."

Looking at this physical screen that he estimated to be specially prepared for codewords, Fang Ran suddenly felt the complicated opening of his mind. Jota, who watched him looking at the book he had written, immediately answered!

"I'm here!"

"Let me ask you a question, to make an analogy... For example, in a classic adventure story, the final battle and the final boss fight back to death. At this time, in the environment where the air currents roar and explode, the space is shattered. Why is there a warm chuckle?"

"Uh... he wants to... show off his masculine charm...?"

"..., in the face of an opponent that is extremely difficult to defeat, a companion asks the protagonist to go out and talk all night alone before the war begins, and finally says to the protagonist, "Don't worry, I will find a solution." why?"

"He... wrongly estimated the opponent's combat power?"

Hearing such an answer, Fang Ran was silent for a while, silently turned his head and stared at him for a while, then suddenly asked:

"How to donate the money in a person's card to the disaster area?"

"If it is a certain person, you can use his name or photo to collect basic information such as mobile phone number and home address on the Internet. Then I can block his network operator and use a disguised base station to deceive his device connection implant Virus, as long as I control his SIM card, I have many ways to obtain his online banking account or mobile business hall password, so that his mobile phone is paralyzed or I remotely control the money to another card to donate to the disaster area... But...but Fang Ran is illegal to do this. Sister Ye Sheng told me that I can't do this..."

"Yota, did you answer a question correctly in your junior high school reading comprehension?"

"That...I never went to school..."

Fang Ran: "..."

alright, you win,

I now finally know why when I came in, I saw you poke the keyboard in One Finger Zen...

Snapped...

Looking at this timid boy who could no longer be described by a sideline, who had already said something terrible but shrank back, Fang Ran patted his face and looked at him vicissitudes of life.

"I will take the liberty to ask... have you signed?"

Hearing Fang Ran asked this question, Jota's face was slightly sad, but he smiled reluctantly to hide his embarrassment.

"Not yet... although I will apply every month..."

It's also... it's weird if you can sign ten collections with hundreds of thousands of words...

Completely speechless and don't know where to complain, Fang Ran looked helplessly at this squatting chair, because social fear seems to have communication barriers, shaggy hair and wearing big glasses. The whole person sat on the side. Sighed over her bed.

"You can write hundreds of thousands of characters without even signing a contract. You are also a member of the night game. Let the elder brother in the group find a way to discuss with this small company, or are you short of money? If you are short of money, you can just buy it and sign as you want."

"I... actually even one of the shareholders...

"puff!"

I go! You really bought it!

Then you are a shareholder, you have voted for your own novel and have not signed yet! ? Or this kind of small 18-line website that I have never heard of? ?

With a look of indescribable expression, Fang Ran's face was complicated and the corners of his mouth twitched, and he collapsed without knowing how to complain, and he sighed without consciously holding his forehead.

"Then you can just use your authority directly, and let's not talk about the communication barriers that you have been in a small black house all day long. After all, why do you, a computer genius technologist, write novels? What can you do than this.. ."

"Ahaha... this..."

Hearing Fang Ran’s helplessness, Jota seemed to feel a little weird and smiled. He looked at the screen in front of him in the dim room. There was a manuscript in which he had only written a few hundred words. The light illuminates him slightly. Tousled hair and a somewhat surreal face behind the big glasses frame.

"I...that...I'm not good at communicating with people, and I'm afraid of meeting strangers. Before I was found by Ye Sheng, I was alone. I didn't go to school and didn't have many friends."

Speaking of this, he hugged his knees, embarrassed, embarrassed, and smiled shyly.

"It's different from a program that has clear and simple rules and can be understood as long as you learn it. I can't understand other people's thoughts and I don't know whether his smile is good or bad to me. I can't even understand the atmosphere of getting along with people. .."

"I especially envy the people in the novel, who are strong and handsome, have friends and lovers who have a strong relationship with them, experience those exciting trips outside, meet all kinds of people, and see all kinds of scenery. , Like looking at one world after another that I haven't seen..."

Fang Ran saw that he looked at him and grabbed the unkempt hair that hadn't been taken care of for a long time, and he couldn't see the sad smile at himself, and then he squatted down on the chair with expectant light in his eyes. Live the body shaking.

"So one day I suddenly wanted to write a story by myself and create a world by myself, because that would be like traveling in that world by myself, and if I could write a wonderful and interesting story..."

"Maybe I can understand people's hearts and atmosphere better, and I can be as good as everyone in the game, although it seems that I have failed..."

After saying this, he suddenly realized that because someone told him about his novel, he was too excited to say a lot of embarrassing things, and smiled embarrassingly like a girl and scratched his head.

"Actually... maybe I just like novels too much..."

When he heard these words, Fang Ran was actually stunned. He looked at the white and weak young man, with his tousled hair and big earthy glasses, hugged his knees and squatted on a chair welded to the ground. He wears a safety belt with a code lock on his waist.

Suddenly I remembered the taciturn young man who waved goodbye to him on the ice sea. He obviously had no friends in school.

He once asked Ling boringly why the participants liked to stay high, and when he was silently complaining about whether it was really to pretend, he heard Ling's very plain answer.

-"Probably because it is easier to find the same kind"-

Perhaps the same is true for the young man in this dark room, who wants to fill the loneliness of only one person in this way~www.NovelMTL.com~ overcome his weakness and fear.

Loneliness is a deadly disease.

Looking at him in a daze, Fang Ran scratched his head, walked to him and gave up completely and sighed.

Alas, the expression on your face is so easy to understand...

"Do you have a tablet here? A mobile phone is also fine. Anyway, give me something that can see what you have written."

"Ah...Yes...Yes! But..."

Seeing him suddenly say this, Jota Leng nodded subconsciously and pulled out something that might be a tablet computer from the table, but he hesitated and asked:

"Fang Ran, do you really want to read my novel?"

"Ah...I went into the ward again one day today, and went out the far door. I finally got home and was taken to the magic city before my **** was hot. Then I got lost for a while, and to be honest, tired. I don’t want to move anymore."

Jota listened sternly without knowing it, and then she saw Fang Ran took the tablet and slumped on her bed, pulled a pillow over and pillowed it, a self-familiar look that had already regarded this place as home, without turning her eyes Waved to himself.

"It's all right, you write yours, leave me alone."

"Oh...oh...ok..."

Jota turned around in a daze, thinking, ‘Don’t take me away? 'Then, looking at the progress in front of me, I completely lost my mind to continue One Finger Zen, my finger subconsciously tapped on the keyboard at an unclear speed, called up Fang Ran's tablet monitor, and took a sneak peek ,

He found that Fang Ran looked at the tablet in his hand without turning his eyes while stuffing potato chips in his mouth, really turning page after page.

Uh... but where did the potato chips come from...

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