Huaxia Academy of Arts, Student Building, Door 302.

"Xiao Ming, go and go out to play together." Ye Qiu shouted to Huang Xiaoming who was lying on the bed.

After three days of familiarity, the three people in the dormitory were also familiar. The only three people regretted that they were curious about Cen Ying, the local.

At the same time, I unanimously admire this guy for living with his girlfriend when he came, leaving three single dogs behind, which made the three of them envious and jealous.

Although I don’t know whether my girlfriend is true or not, it’s enough to think it’s true.

"No, I won't go anywhere today. I've just gotten rid of the horrible high school study. So why are you active? Let's talk about it for a few days." Huang Xiaoming, who was lying on the bed, replied lazily.

"It's already three months since the college entrance examination ends. You haven't had enough salted fish in three months? And it's already afternoon now." Ye Qiu complained.

"Tsk, school is about to start. I don't have much sleep while I'm not sleeping much, and I don't have time to go to bed by then." Huang Xiaoming tsk and retorted.

"Okay." Ye Qiu shrugged. After several days of hang out, he already understood the basic personality of his roommate. Although Huang Xiaoming had a sunny look and a handsome figure, as long as he was fine, he looked like a salted fish and didn't want to move.

"By the way, I'll help me bring takeout when I come back tonight. I want fish-flavored shredded pork rice bowl." Huang Xiaoming said.

"OK."

"Take me a portion of dried tofu fried meat." Jun Moxiao, who was sitting on the balcony writing and painting, said casually.

"OKOK." Ye Qiu shrugged and walked out.

After watching Ye Qiu walk out and close the door, Huang Xiaoming withdrew his gaze, then opened the Xuan mobile APP, and finished reading the book he was chasing in one breath.

When Huang Xiaoming was a salted fish, his favorite thing was to use his mobile phone to find books in Qixuan APP. His biggest hobby was to find the seedlings and then leave no effort to support them.

The sense of accomplishment that the seedlings became popular successfully with their own support made him feel very satisfied.

But the only thing that made Huang Xiaoming criticize is that these authors and physical authors have the same virtue. Most of them are updated once a week, and some are even monthly magazines, and then thousands to tens of thousands of words at a time. Huang Xiaoming, who is chasing the update, feels very happy once, but more are unhappy, but helpless.

After all, this is still an era of "reader, I am your father". The author can only play whatever he wants. As a reader, he can only do this.

It’s not that there are no readers who call on the author to update faster and more. But this is still in the early stage of online literature development, and most authors do it according to the entity model, and there is probably no way to change it for a while.

Huang Xiaoming always refuses all kinds of books, but his favorite is martial arts. This world of arousing revenge can easily make people feel satisfied.

"This author is so tricky. After waiting for a week, he used 8,000 words to fool us. I really want to send a blade." After chasing another updated book, Huang Xiaoming sighed with resentment.

"Forget it, go and find out if there are any new books." Huang Xiaoming shook his head and refreshed the APP casually. He actually didn't have much expectations for the new books, because he had written well, he had basically become famous. Many of the new books were floppy articles that could not be read. They could not match the author's radio waves, and could not understand what the author wrote, so he had to abandon the book.

Since the college entrance examination, he has been unable to find a seedling that can be seen in a censorship.

This is a disease called "book waste".

He turned down casually, and suddenly his eyes swept to a book that had the title of interest him.

"Zhu Xian? This name is good, but it doesn't seem to belong to martial arts. Forget it, let's talk about it." Huang Xiaoming said to himself.

Click on the title of the book and the unique introduction comes to your eyes.

There are no gods in this world, but since ancient times, humans have seen all kinds of strange things around the world, lightning and thunder...

For today's readers, this introduction is very attractive, and Huang Xiaoming is naturally no exception. The introduction allows him to be brought into a bizarre and fantasy world.

He chose to add to the bookshelf without hesitation, and then voted for the recommendation first, and finally clicked to read.

The prologue of the beginning is actually just an extension of the introduction, but Huang Xiaoming still reads it with relish for the world of fairy tales that he has never seen this described.

The "cultivation of Taoism", "eternity" and "Qingyun Gate" described in the prologue all made Huang Xiaoming's mind and full of interest. Even if he had never written a book and was not interested in writing a book, he could instantly imagine the world of immortals and tales based on this brain.

It turns out that this can be played between martial arts and gods!

Huang Xiaoming, who couldn't help but indulge in "Zhu Xian", read it word by word, savored it carefully, and used his brains to paint those scenes.

After reading the fourth chapter, Huang Xiaoming habitually clicked on the "Next Chapter" and was shocked to find that it was gone.

"...Isn't this gone?" Huang Xiaoming couldn't believe that generally, the author's new books would post dozens of chapters in one breath, so that readers would be happy first, and then they would be angry after paying attention to the author. They would just keep their manuscripts and wouldn't post them, which would make most readers angry?

"A great author, indeed, those who have writing skills are just bad tempers." Huang Xiaoming smiled bitterly and said to himself, but although he said so, he still decided to follow this book.

After thinking about it, he opened Penguin and started promoting "Zhu Xian" in some book friends.

"I just found a super fairy grass seedling "Zhu Xian". It's so good. I think it must be written by some great master who opened a small account. I think this book has completely opened up a new genre - Xianxia, ​​which is different from the martial arts genre. It is recommended and recommended!"

As a senior bookworm, Huang Xiaoming certainly also has some bookworms and book friends built by the author. The word "Xianxia" is inferred from the description in the novel that this is a word between immortals and heroes.

Soon, someone replied.

"I have recommended it before, you're late."

"Yes, it's really good, but the number of words is too small. I don't know what the update rules of this master Jiaying is. If it's a monthly magazine, it will be uncomfortable."

"Everyone goes to the book review area to post and let the author update the time quickly."

"Everything went, but the author didn't seem to respond..."

"It's okay, please comment more. I believe the author will definitely see our petition and add more updates!"

“…”

Huang Xiaoming looked at the group members' discussion in amazement, and couldn't help but wonder if he was outdated? The news suddenly lags behind.

I can only say that there are no shortage of bookworms in this world who have found good books, and Huang Xiaoming is just one of them.

But to be honest, it is sometimes really difficult to find a book in the sea of ​​millions of books, especially in this world, which does not have the function of a book list.

However, the wine is not afraid of the deep alley. As long as it is a good book, there will be many book fans who like this book from the bottom of their hearts, and they will spontaneously promote it.

As a creator, I like these cute readers the most.

For example, Huang Xiaoming’s example, and the senior bookworms discussed in the group.

Under the spontaneous publicity of senior book fans such as Huang Xiaoming, the data such as "Zhu Xian", which should have been buried in a large number of books, began to grow slowly.
Chapter completed!