Shocking Appearance of the Steal
"What did I just see? Stealing a draft?"
"Is it the stolen draft I was thinking of?! Grave Robber's Chronicles 'draft?"
"Really? Stealing a draft? Did I see wrongly?"
"Who is this person? How can there be such a thing?"
"Could it be that this person couldn't rush him for more, so he wrote a continuation to satisfy his craving?”
"On the bright side, he kidnapped Third Uncle and forced him to produce literature with a small leather whip every day."
"Hahahahaha, I agree with the comment above!”
“…”
As the camera focused.
The bullet comments instantly exploded.
The data in the live broadcast room also rose crazily.
Director Xixi couldn't hide her smile behind the camera, but she was also surprised.
He naturally knew about Grave Robber's Chronicles.
Or rather, everyone knew.
Because almost everyone knew about Grave Robber's Chronicles.
Three years ago.
In the era of romance novels, a novel about tomb raiding was born.
It was like a dark horse that had fought its way out of that kind of environment.
It even became the first novel to become the number one trending topic on Weibo.
Moreover, this data was purely based on the readers 'information.
He did not invest a single cent.
This novel was called Grave Robber's Chronicles.
For a moment.
Regardless of gender.
From elementary school students to retired people.
Almost everyone was watching Grave Robber's Chronicles.
Many archaeologists who had appeared in international newspapers and magazines read this book.
There were even a few archaeologists who strongly recommended this book to everyone during an interview with the central government.
The worship in it was obvious.
Not only that.
This novel also set off a cosplay craze among the people.
Even foreigners were cosplaying the " iron triangle " in novels.
It was no exaggeration to say that.
Grave Robber's Chronicles single-handedly drove the economic development of the 2D world.
At that time.
Several large entertainment companies had already taken a fancy to the copyright of this novel and wanted to modify it.
It had also opened up the market for radio dramas.
However, the contract had not been signed yet.
The novel suddenly stopped updating without warning.
This caused a huge sensation at the time.
A few of the most popular celebrities in the country also posted on Weibo, expressing that they did not feel empty after watching the follow-up.
The readers tried their best to urge him to update.
However, the author had disappeared without a trace, leaving behind only a pen name,"Third Uncle".
Other than his pen name, the readers knew nothing else about him.
There was no place to urge him to change.
It was really uncomfortable!
"Stealing a draft."
Star Art narrowed his eyes as he read the draft paper.
" Stealing a draft?!"
Ms. Huang widened her eyes and walked over quickly.
When the others heard Star Art's words, they were all shocked.
"Brother Yixing, are you sure?" Is it really a stolen draft?"
Peng Peng: [Is it a stolen draft?!]”
"Star Art, did you see wrongly again?"”
At the same time.
Teacher Huang pointed at the stack of papers and looked at the young man sitting on the recliner."Can I take a look?"
"See, it's useless anyway."
The young man leisurely poured himself a pot of tea and said indifferently.
After getting the young man's permission, Star Art quickly grabbed a chair and helped Teacher Huang take out the paper.
At this moment.
Teacher Huang's hands were trembling slightly.
He was also a loyal reader of Grave Robber's Chronicles.
No matter how tired or late he was, he usually worked.
When he returned home at night, he would definitely catch up with the novel before he went to bed.
If there were two things in his life that he was interested in…
One was to cook, and the other was to follow Grave Robber's Chronicles.
Unfortunately, the novel had stopped updating three years ago.
Even so, he had read Grave Robber's Chronicles over and over again.
The plot of the article could not be said to be memorized backwards, but it could be repeated without missing a word.
He carefully flipped through the draft paper, afraid that he would accidentally damage it.
"This is…"
Teacher Huang's pupils contracted.
This was clearly Grave Robber's Chronicles 'draft paper!
He flipped through a few pages excitedly.
His eyes quickly scanned the contents of the page.
It was the follow-up!
There was no mistake, it was definitely a follow-up!
"What's wrong, Teacher Huang?"
Teacher He saw that Teacher Huang's expression was not right, so he walked over and asked.
"Jiong Jiong, look!"
Mr. He first took the stack of papers and flipped through them. Then, his expression gradually became incredulous.
"This is…the draft and follow-up of the stolen pen?？？”
Mr. He held the paper in his arms as if he had found a treasure. He turned around and asked the young man," May I ask where you got these papers?”
"I just casually wrote it."
The young man lazily glanced at the stack of papers in Mr. He's arms, stretched, and yawned.
The draft paper had been crushed by the chair leg.
It was wrinkled.
It was uneven.
It was covered in dust and soil.
Even the chair was wobbly.
He thought to himself.
It seemed that he had to change a batch of waste paper to cushion the chair legs.
"You wrote it?"
Even as a top host in the industry, she could not hide her doubt.
He really didn't believe that the young man in front of him could write Grave Robber's Chronicles at such a high level.
Moreover, this young man looked to be in his early twenties.
"Yeah," she said.
The young man skillfully sipped the tea leaves in the teacup.
It was as if she did not hear the doubt in Teacher He's tone.
Or rather…
He did not care at all.
Mr. He immediately realized that he had lost his composure.
He could not be blamed for this.
After all, Grave Robber's Chronicles was his favorite novel.
The professional knowledge about archaeology contained in it did not seem like it could be written by a young man in his early 20s.
Mr. He calmed himself down and suddenly realized.
Even if the follow-up was written by this young man, it did not mean that the original work was written by him.
Maybe he was just generating electricity for love?
Thinking of this, Teacher He continued to ask,"May I know your name? What's your name?"
The young man slowly put down his teacup.
"I am Duan Ye."
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。