There were many ways to make money in this world.
Physical labor, mental labor, or selling sex…
Well, as long as they had hands and feet, they would not starve to death.
In the future, Chen Kuang's parents 'inheritance was just enough to support Chen Xi and Chen Kuang's tuition fees from high school to university.
After Chen Xi left, Chen Kuang's remaining money was almost enough for his living expenses for one or two years of college.
Of course, it wasn't a long-term solution to just sit there and do nothing, and he was a lazy person.
A lazy person who didn't want to do manual labor and didn't even want to go out…
Therefore, after analyzing his own situation, he found two ways for himself. He either taught himself painting or writing.
However, painting required a lot of energy. For him, if he did not have any talent and only relied on hard work, it would take at least a few years.
Therefore, he gave up and turned to the writing industry. From the beginning, no one cared about him, he exploded, and then he became slightly better.
With a stable group of readers, the remuneration he received was enough to support his daily expenses.
After all, the threshold for web novels was almost non-existent. The only difference was talent and hard work.
If he failed at 100,000 words, he would write another million words to practice.
If you still failed at one million words, then it would be a problem with your method. There were a lot of so-called courses and connections on the Internet. You could practice slowly and learn slowly. As long as you could endure for a period of time, there would always be a chance to make a name for yourself.
Perhaps it was difficult to make a fortune every day, but there were many authors who worked hard for their dreams.
Every effort to persevere for their dreams should not be laughed at.
He seemed to have gone too far.
Chen Kuang had mastered the survival skill of writing. He had memorized these things in his mind…
Not to mention that he had been reborn. He was a slightly conceited person and disdained to plagiarize works that would appear in the future.
Therefore, he chose to copy his own. After all, the outline and plot were all memorized. It was actually quite interesting to write it again.
It was a youth romance novel with a fantasy cover.
The title of the book would be " Reborn, I Want to Attack, I Ask You, Are You Worthy?"
It was mainly about the rebirth of a scumbag and the rebirth of the female leads. This was a love story that could not be reached. It abused the main character (the poor female lead). Bai Xue even had stomach medicine and occasionally gave out sweets.
Speaking of which, this was the highest level of plagiarism.
"I copied myself.jpg"(funny face)
How terrifying!
hiss ~
I was so scared that I sucked in a mouthful of cold noodles.
Speaking of the highest realm.
One of the best is the new book by the veteran author "It's raining heavily"
'My Senior Sister Might Want to Kill Me.'
As for which book he had copied…he believed that anyone who had read it would understand.
Author: I want to prove that fried rice is invincible.jpg
Then the readers can only say," It smells so good!"
He could guarantee that he wouldn't die. As for whether he would become famous or not, that was something he couldn't predict.
In fact, not to mention professional writers, even amateur writers could travel at about 3,000 per hour.
However, if that was the case, some readers would complain. You can add 3,000 yuan in an hour, but how can you add so little in a day?
Changing the story, coming up with ideas, how to make the plot interesting, these thoughts sometimes took longer than writing.
He seemed to have gone off topic again.
Chen Kuang spent about four to five hours sitting in front of the computer, typing out the outline, submitting the draft, and preparing for the 100,000-word single-player game.
Then, all he had to do was wait.
Immediately after, Chen Kuang went to wash up and prepare to sleep. Tomorrow was Thursday and he still had classes.
Chen Kuang wouldn't give up his studies in a short time. Studying wasn't the only way out, but it could bring you more opportunities...
Knowledge will increase your future limit.
The theory that studying was useless was a lie, but the theory that attending classes was useless was true.
Besides…
He had yet to find out more about Su Yuxi.
In the future, I will save you. If I can't do it, then I will try my best.
Please, please stop pestering me
I don't want to play that gentle role anymore…
I will be very frustrated.
And this time, I didn't do anything to you, so…
He didn't need to take responsibility anymore.
Chen Kuang was lying on his side on the bed. He could see the night sky outside through the window.
The starry sky in summer was always gorgeous, unlike winter, which was desolate.
The wind chimes by the window were ringing.
This wind chime seemed to be the birthday gift that Chen Xi gave Chen Kuang three years ago. It had accompanied him for a long time, including in his later life.
This voice was so familiar that it accompanied him into the dream.
……………………
Early in the morning, Chen Kuang woke up to the sound of his phone alarm clock.
He was the kind of person who wouldn't change anything once he got used to it, including the alarm clock that he had used for about six or seven years.
When he woke up, the dazzling sunlight blinded him. He sat up and woke up from his sleep for five minutes.
Then, she finally woke up and ran to wash up in her slippers.
Usually, at this time, Chen Xi would be sitting on the sofa, changing his shoes and getting ready to go out.
He could usually see his sister's bare feet grow to her little feet in white lacy socks…
It seemed a little perverted.
Normally, Chen Kuang would have just woken up at this time, so Chen Xi would not wait for him…
However, he would occasionally leave breakfast in the pot.
Therefore, every time Chen Kuang opened the pot, he felt like he was going to win a prize.
What if she was in a good mood today and cooked?
right
Unfortunately, the probability has now become zero
After Chen Kuang washed up, he went to the kitchen.
He was a firm supporter of the idea of having breakfast. He knocked on an egg from the fridge and fried an egg fried rice with the leftovers and chopped green onions from last night.
It was said before that he was a person who was used to changing things. He had been cooking Egg-Fried Rice for about four to five years, and his craftsmanship had reached the peak. The entire kitchen was filled with the fragrance of eggs and rice.
After breakfast, he washed his hair and went out. It was a waste of time to dry his hair.
The school was very close to home. It was only a dozen minutes away. Chen Kuang's timing was just right. He would not come too early or late.
He came to his seat. Speaking of which…
From his first year of high school to his third year of high school, he had not had a single person sitting at this table for two.
At that time, he happily used two tables, one for books and the other for snacks or comic novels.
The only drawback of this location was that it was near the window. If the curtains were not drawn, the dazzling sunlight would render the table golden.
He lay on the table and began to think about all sorts of things.
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。