It is difficult for Li Luo to describe his current state and feelings.

It is obvious that in the past half month, I have maintained a typing speed of 30,000 yuan a day.

At this moment, he seemed to have completely lost such superb composing ability and completely turned into a wooden man.

Sitting motionlessly on the chair.

He now sits in front of the computer with his legs spread apart, his hands honestly placed on the keyboard, his eyes clear and he looks at the computer screen in front of him, but he has no sense of typing at all.

Logically speaking, he just needs to open the memory palace in his brain and honestly fill in the plot according to the content of the outline. It should be very easy for him to write.

Even when he was 30,000 yuan a day before, he felt that he would be unable to sit in front of a chair every day.

But you won't be dizzy because of excessive brain power consumption.

After all, the function of the memory palace is too powerful. For things that have been remembered once again, the loss of recalling them again is completely slim.

But at this moment, Yan Zhusheng always breaks his nerves from the memory palace in an instant, causing him to fall into a state of completely unthinkable.

He couldn't help but look down.

Then he immediately looked up and didn't dare to look again.

"Li Luo." Yan Zhusheng suddenly stopped and said to Li Luo outside.

"Huh?" Li Luo's voice was almost humming from his nose, and his body trembled slightly subconsciously.

"What time is it now?" Yan Zhusheng asked.

"Let me see." Li Luo came to his senses a little, glanced at the time barely, and then said, "It's eight-twenty."

"Oh." Yan Zhusheng nodded, and then immediately began to nod.

Li Luo took a deep breath, forced herself to stop looking at the beautiful scenery under the table, and instead focused on the computer, thinking about whether to code a few words.

And at this moment, the QQ logged in on the computer began to flash.

Someone is looking for him.

Li Luo moved his mouse and clicked the avatar, and found that it was a letter from the editor of Qianzhou.

[Qianzhou]: You should start school soon, right? Are you in good condition now?

Li Luo was now shaking the corners of his eyes. When the editor asked this, he suddenly felt too exciting.

Yan Zhusheng felt that Li Luo seemed to shake a few times, and the feeling was particularly obvious, and he thought it was his own credit.

So I worked harder and harder.

Li Luo also responded to the editor.

Finally, I started to type on the keyboard and output it to the computer.

【Reignition】: School starts the day after tomorrow, and the current situation is OK, what's wrong?

[Qianzhou]: I just worry about your body. After all, the body is the capital of revolution, right? I don’t have to work hard to update like this.

Logically speaking, as an editor, I definitely want the author to update the more words every day, the better.

Especially for a top platinum author like Li Luo, the editor usually feels embarrassed to urge him, and hopes that he can work harder.

But Qianzhou has only seen it in his life when he worked hard to the level of Li Luo.

Even their editor-in-chief and editor-in-chief have never seen such a perverted update tentacle monster like Li Luo before.

At first they were worried that Li Luo would write such a good book to collapse, so they had to read and supervise every day to see if there were any signs of a decline in the plot quality.

If there are risks in this regard, the editor-in-chief would rather stop Li Luo's behavior immediately than destroy such a good book.

After all, from Qidian's perspective, no matter how much the subscription fee is for a book, it is actually just the level of tens of millions.

But there are very few that are suitable for costume adaptations like "The Night Shooting of the Night" and have very explosive results.

So they would rather Li Luo try to craft it more carefully than ruin the texture of the whole book because of such an exaggerated update.

But after reading for a few days, the editorial department found that the plot quality, for Li Luo, seemed to have no necessary connection with the number of words he coded every day.

Not only is the level still online, but the number of words is too high, so I can read it happily.

This is very scary.

You know, now "The Night Shooting Office of Dagan" has officially exceeded the 80,000-point mark.

Since Qidian was founded at the beginning of the century, it is rare for many people to achieve the 80,000 mark in the main site in more than ten years.

After all, piracy was rampant in the early years, and although it is the case now, Haoshang has accumulated a considerable number of genuine users.

Even so, it still amazed the editors to be able to create such a broken work after Platinum.

After all, Li Luo is only eighteen years old now.

It can be said that the future is bright.

[Reignite]: Just rest assured. I still have more than 200,000 copies of the manuscripts, which is enough to deal with the remaining undue updates. [Reignite]: After school starts, it will be military training. In the past few days, I will gradually reduce the amount of explosive updates and strive to reduce the number of updated words to 10,000 words next month.

After chatting with the editor, Li Luo slightly escaped from Yan Zhusheng's hard control state.

The internal force that I felt was already a little unrestrained seemed to shrink back slightly and was not out of control so quickly.

[Qianzhou]: It’s fine if there is no problem, I’m afraid you are holding on.

[Qianzhou]: By the way, I wish you a happy start of school, so I won’t bother you.

【Reignite】: OK, thank you for your concern.

After Li Luo and Qianzhou chatted, they suddenly got out of the chat state, and their entire attention instantly shifted from the top to the bottom.

So he simply searched through the QQ list, then determined the target, and sent a message to his good brother.

[Li Luo]: What are you doing?

[Zhao Rongjun]: Is there anything wrong?

[Li Luo]: Can't you find me if you have nothing to do?

[Zhao Rongjun]: Uh, I may not have time now. If you have something to do, just talk about it quickly.

[Li Luo]: You are dating Huanhuan, are you?

[Zhao Rongjun]: Yes——.She told you not to disturb us.

[Li Luo]: OK, okay, if you have a woman, you will forget your brother.

[Zhao Rongjun]: Where is it? So what's wrong with you?

[Li Luo]: Nothing is wrong.

Li Luo said this, then he simply found a topic and continued.

[Li Luo]: Just ask you what day you plan to register at school.

Qianjiang University stipulates the registration date for two days on August 26 and 27, which is the weekend this week.

Logically speaking, they are so close to the school, just go there on the 27th without having to compete with others for time.

But Zhao Rongjun said.

[Zhao Rongjun]: We should be on the 26th, and Huanhuan said we could get to know our roommates early.

[Li Luo]: What about Xinyan?

[Zhao Rongjun]: Xinyan should be following Xixi, right? Aren’t they both going to Zhuyuan?

[Li Luo]: Oh, too.

Originally, if there was no one around Zhao Rongjun, Li Luo might have to make fun of it, but when he thought that Xu Yinghuan was next to him, it was a bit inappropriate, so he gave up.

At this moment, Li Luo saw that his cell phone vibrated twice, and ended the chat with Zhao Rongjun, and reached out to pick up the cell phone.

Someone is looking for it on WeChat above.

When I clicked on it, I found that it was my uncle Lin Xiufeng.

This is strange.

[Lin Xiufeng]: Are you busy?

Being busy—.·

Li Luo really wants to reply like this.

But he responded honestly.

[Li Luo]: No, what's wrong?

[Lin Xiufeng]: It’s nothing, I just ask casually, are you going to start school the day after tomorrow?

[Li Luo]: Yes.

[Lin Xiufeng]: You applied to the School of Literature at Qianda, are you?

[Li Luo]: That's right, strictly speaking, it should be called the Department of Humanities, and then you will be subdivided into the College of Literature in the future.

[Lin Xiufeng]: I don’t know much about this, but when the school starts, there should be a small surprise waiting for you.
To be continued...