When he entered a state of absolute concentration,
Shen Fang could not feel the passage of time.
He would not pay attention to what was happening in the outside world.
People and books are one.
Other than writing books, there was nothing in this world that could attract his attention.
There were pros and cons to this situation, but for a writer, the pros outweighed the cons.
He could enter the state in an extremely short period of time.
His writing efficiency was extremely high.
For example, tonight, under the support of absolute focus,
From ten o'clock in the evening to four o'clock in the morning, it was only a short six hours.
Shen Fang had completed a total of " Past on Earth ".
An average of 30,000 words an hour.
This was an exaggerated number!
Thirty thousand?
What kind of concept was this?
This means that you need to type 500 words per minute, and you need to type at least 8 words per second!
This was definitely the limit of humanity!
One had to know,
30,000 yuan per hour, this wasn't just rolling on the keyboard, opening Walter and doing it blindly.
In between, every paragraph, every plot, every foreshadowing…
They all needed to be carefully considered.
Deep in thought.
If not for the fact that he had already drawn up a detailed outline in his mind,
Coupled with the support of the master-level writing style,
It was impossible for Shen Fang to do so in such a short period of time.
To complete the creation of this epic masterpiece.
When Shen Fang was typing in the content, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
"If I write too fast, will it arouse the suspicion of others?”
However, this thought lingered in his mind for a moment before it disappeared.
What's wrong with writing fast?
Is it illegal to write so quickly?
At most, he could just say that he had been thinking about this book for twenty years.
I've been thinking about it for twenty years, and I've suddenly realized it.
That's why I type faster
This reason…
It should be very reasonable, right?
His arms were a little weak. Coupled with the long period of high-intensity writing, Shen Fang's body could not take it.
His shoulders started to ache again.
She stopped typing on the keyboard.
Shen Fang leaned back in his seat and looked tired.
"Hu ~"
"I'm exhausted. Let's rest for a while…"
Shen Fang reached out his hand and took out the cigarette box on the table.
Suddenly, he realized that the cigarette box was empty.
" F * ck, where's my cigarette!???" 10,000 f *!!”
Shen Fang turned his head and quickly looked around.
She realized that Teacher Huang was sitting beside her.
He crossed his legs.
With half a Chinese dumpling in his right hand,
He held his chin with his left hand.
He stared at the screen and muttered,"
"This novel is really a waste of smoke…"
Looking at the cigarette butts all over the ground,
Shen Fang instantly understood.
F * ck, with Sixth Brother, the cigarette was stolen!
"Fei Yan is Fei Yan, but why are you wasting my cigarettes?”Shen Fang's mentality collapsed." I just f * cking bought a box of Chinese. You're going to finish it?”
"You old brat, you really don't want to shake the jade lotus!!!”
Seeing that Shen Fang was furious,
Teacher Huang didn't panic at all. She said confidently,
"Hey, don't scold me first. I told you before I gave you the cigarette!”
"Did I f * cking agree to it?" Shen Fang asked back.
"In the world of adults, silence is equivalent to tacit consent!”Ms. Huang spread her hands and said innocently," I called you, but you didn't say anything…"
"Then I can only take it as your silent consent…"
Black chicken and Spanish mackerel…
Shen Fang regretted it,
This was the drawback of absolute focus.
When one was fully immersed in writing, one would not be aware of what was happening in the outside world.
Naturally, he had no way of knowing about Shunyan.
Helplessly, Shen Fang could only swallow this loss in silence.
"Peng Peng, help me bring Bao Huazi.”Shen Fang was unwilling to give up. He drank a mouthful of water to moisten his throat." I want a soft one, not a hard one."”
"My throat is a little dry. I'm not used to smoking hard-packed cigarettes..."
When immortals fought, mortals would suffer?
Peng Peng felt that he was dumbfounded, as if he had suffered an undeserved disaster.
"He smoked your cigarette. What does it have to do with me?”
"I was the one who bought the packet of Chinese snacks you just smoked…"
Shen Fang looked at Teacher Huang lightly."
"That's right. You were the one who bought that bag of Chinese food just now, but didn't someone steal it?”
"I didn't see any cigarettes. I only saw cigarette butts all over the ground..."
Teacher Huang blushed and coughed twice.
"If I tell you to go, then go. Why are you talking so much nonsense?”
I may not be human, but you guys are real dogs…
Peng Peng cried.
He had already begun to greet their families in his heart.
Why did the injured me…
"Alright then…" In the end, under Ms. Huang's pressure, he chose to compromise." I'll go…"
"Why is my life so bitter…"
......
At four in the morning,
Looking at the four people around him,
Shen Fang was puzzled.
"A, B, C…And you, Ding!"
"If you have nothing better to do, do you want to go to jail?”
"Why didn't you sleep at night? Why did you come to the internet café to surround me and watch me write? Is it that boring?"
Shen Fang was not used to it at all.
He scolded the four of them.
However, it was as if he did not care about these things at all.
Zhao Jinmai took the tablet given by the production team and walked in front of Shen Fang.
"Teacher Shen Fang, don't be angry. Take a look at this…"
"You are really popular now…"
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