Master, save me! [Transmigration Book]

The sky was gray, and it rained heavily at noon in autumn.Most of the remaining heat in summer has been eliminated, and the temperature of the entire city has been lowered.

In an apartment in the urban area of ​​City A, a man was wearing high-end Tibetan silk pajamas, holding milk, walking lazily, sitting in front of the computer screen full of decadence.

The rumbling thunder outside accompanied by the editor's call to remind him to draft, barely dragged him out of his sleep.

Lin Yi is 25 years old, male, and he can barely be considered a rich second generation. The reason why I say barely is because the most indispensable thing in this capital city is the rich second generation.So he is an ordinary person who can no longer be ordinary in this Nuoda city.

My father runs a small business. There are three buildings in the community, and there is only one single man. Apart from going to work in my father's business every day to learn about the company's situation, I collect rent.

After the computer was turned on, the white and slender man covered the mouse with his fingers and moved. Lin Yi frowned subconsciously as he watched the criticisms on the JJ Literature City forum.

'Is this author crazy about money? Isn't he afraid of retribution for writing so carelessly? 'The following is Lin Yi's id'Hair is elegant' reply

'retribution?If you have the ability, let me wear a book. '

Originally, the author's reply like this was nothing. There are many replies like this from the author who is in a good mood and has a bad temper. But the person who said this sentence is an influential Weibo big v. This is a good thing. The screenshot was posted on the online forum and went viral. It almost became the number one topic in the hot search.

'On today's Internet literature, the author's professional ethics. '

Applause for Big V.

Lin Yi read these topics and comments, and almost didn't get angry with himself. The editor called him, and heard the editor say that he was popular in a daze. There was a trace of excitement in his tone, and he asked him to hurry up and take a look.

Yes, it's on fire.

Seeing the skyrocketing earnings in the background, Lin Yi couldn't be happy at all from the bottom of his heart.It is one thing that he is not short of money, and another is that he is speechless.

In addition to those who watched the excitement, those who brushed off, old readers who supported the reward, and a bunch of people who satirized him.

'The hot chicken author knows how to abuse our hero. '

'Great, you are an executioner! '

'Author Executioner 1, blah blah'

For a while, Lin Yi became a hot spot for post-dinner discussions on the forum.

Creation comes from different inspirations. For example, authors like Lin Yi write more to satisfy themselves, just to be happy.Like a god who controls the fate of others, the fate of a character depends on his emotions and selfishness.

What's more, he made all kinds of tragedies, and he never experienced them himself, but he just hoped that the protagonist would climb higher and see farther than him.

Are you going to write the finale today?

Lin Yi extinguished the e-cigarette, reached out and closed the forum's webpage and the author's background.Open the favorite text, and continue to type a few lines of "Lonely Sword".

The cursor on the white interface is still flickering, but Lin Yi suddenly feels sad. The article will end, whether the master or the opposite sex is just a stepping stone on the road to success for the protagonist, as long as he is the strongest, he suddenly gave birth to Reluctant, really superfluous feelings.

Today's rainy weather is too stuffy, and people who are stressed feel uncomfortable.Lin Yi turned on the music player, got up and opened the window to get some air.

It was still raining gray outside the window. The raindrops were not too heavy, but they were loud.The noisy sound of rain hitting the glass of the window, Lin Yi stretched out his hand, feeling a little bit of coolness hit his hand.