Rebirth of the Wicked Writer

When mic remembered the original host's pen name [My Lady Queen], after a moment of silence, he said out of sincere feelings: "Lemon tea? It seems that the host is still a literary youth."

"Huh?" Shangguan Wanqing leaned her whole body on the reclining chair, her back slowly sank into the soft backrest, squinting her eyes to sort out her writing thoughts, she didn't care much about what the mic said, so she was very careless She said: "Oh, I just think that the lemon tea ordered by Zuo Xiaoxiao in the morning tastes good."

The mic covered his face and said that there is no way to communicate normally with this new host. The previous host was just a seemingly noble and glamorous sullen petty bourgeoisie, all kinds of molesting and vicious tongues were stress-free, and the current host is just a cold and cold big ice cube , Even normal language communication seems to cross races.

The mic said, [My Lady Queen] I miss you q皮q...

Taking off her slippers, she bent her knees and folded them up. Her white and tender feet lightly stepped on the cushion, and her chin rested on the hard and distinct kneecap. She was originally the tallest girl among the girls and curled herself up into a ball, looking so petite. .

"That's right." Shangguan Wanqing gently raised her chin, and it didn't take long before she returned to her original routine, her eyes couldn't see the effect of emotional blessing, "Just now you said someone was following me?"

When it comes to business mics, he is more rigorous: "Well, according to the survey, there are two groups, the first is the host Feng Xingyao when he was a child, and the other is two young men, who should be around 20 years old. If things still follow the original track Development, this should be sent by the original owner's father. It's just Feng Xingyao..."

Shangguan Wanqing closed her eyes and nodded. Those two young men should be sent by the original owner's father to find the original owner. After all, the original owner is just a child who has no enmity with anyone, and there is nothing in the original owner's growth trajectory. The kidnapping and extortion incident, so Shangguan Wanqing was not worried about her personal safety, but what made her strange was why Feng Xingyao followed her?

Forget it, Feng Xingyao didn't have the motive to cause harm to herself, and she didn't need to waste the almost rusty brain cells of the original owner. In her eyes, as long as the problem was not life-threatening, it was not a big problem.

"Thank you!"

The mic, who had never received such a serious thank you, was flattered to reply: "This... this is what I should do."

"You don't owe me, there is nothing you should or shouldn't do." People always take other people's kindness to themselves for granted, and accept it without asking why, but Shangguan Wanqing is not the same.

After sorting out her thoughts, Shangguan Wanqing put her hands on the keyboard. The mic wanted to say something, but seeing Shangguan Wanqing's serious appearance, she couldn't help but disturb her aloud, so she just paid attention silently.

Shangguan Wanqing's typing speed is not considered fast, probably only about [-] per hour, but she herself is not in a hurry, and it took about four hours before she stretched lazily, and rubbed a little bit resentfully. Sour eyes.

In fact, writing novels is not an unfamiliar occupation for Shangguan Wanqing. For Feng Xingyao, junior high school is the age when every girl's love affair begins. Talking about Korean dramas, reading books all day long, fantasizing that she is the heroine in the novel, so she studies hard, like the heroine who is poor but has good grades in the book, this is a similar encounter for young girls.

Because of this influence, Feng Xingyao also tried to send a few articles to the magazine, but all of them were returned without exception. Then she moved to the army of Internet writers with low entry barriers, and finally chose to publish articles, because the writing style It’s not bad, and it’s a hot topic, so I barely mixed it with a big pink. When I was down, I also relied on it to make a living. It’s just that the calm reality of the writing has lost its original imaginative style and was gradually abandoned by readers.

Unexpectedly, now that I have changed my identity, I have to pick up my pen again...

It is not unreasonable for her to choose a magazine. She has lost her original imagination. What she writes will be infinitely close to reality, and she will consider logic more. Ultimately suicidal, the forgetting of the previous life successfully proved this thesis, and suspense is not only her specialty, the magazine has a wide audience and is also highly accepted by people.

First, however, the magazine must accept the manuscript.

Thinking of this, Shangguan Wanqing pressed the Enter key and sent the manuscript to the two magazines at the same time. Shangguan Wanqing only coded to the part where the two found clues and were discovered by the police, and the basic structure has been given here That's it, so I only sent so much, the next thing to do is to wait for the result.

And when she sent it, a voice sounded in her mind at the same time, which was indescribably weird.

【Ding!Writer career officially activated! 】

"How is this going?

mic: "As you can see, the writer system is officially activated the moment your pseudonym is generated and issued. Do you want to check the writer's properties panel?"

"Yes." A series of data appeared in my mind at the same time as I responded.

Host: Shangguan Wanqing

Occupation: Writer〖Bound〗

Pen name: Lemon Tea

Grade: g

Fan value: 0 (detailed)

Member value: 0〖Non-VIP〗

Author coins: 0

【attribute】

Hand speed: g

brain hole: f

Writing style: a

【Skill】

无

[Store] (Level e is required)

[Event] (requires VIP)

After reading it, Shangguan Wanqing did not turn off the interface list, but used the computer with two purposes, put the "Blooded Hourglass" document into a new folder that required a password, checked it again, and shut down Then I stood up and moved my stiff muscles and bones.

After confirming that the computer was turned off, he walked out of the study unhurriedly, and then responded in a neutral manner: "Can you explain the functions of these things to me?"

mic: "What doesn't the host understand?"

Shangguan Wanqing came to the refrigerator, and the hand that opened the refrigerator door hesitated for a while, but she still opened it and took out a bottle of milk in a glass jar, and closed the refrigerator door: "Where does the level start?"

"The level is divided into ten levels, g is the initial level, then f, e, d, c, b, a, s, ss, sss, when the highest level sss is reached, the mission is completed, and we can satisfy any wish of the host. "

Open the cap of the milk bottle and take a sip: "Then how can I upgrade?"

"Fan value, this is the count of the fans owned by the host. When the number specified by the system is reached, the level will automatically change, and the thoughtful system will also give some small gifts."

Back in the room, put the milk on the table, raised eyebrows: "It looks good."

The mic smiled and said nothing, it was only on the surface, but it did not say it wisely, but continued: "Membership value, in fact, it is useless not to buy vip, I will tell you when the host is interested, and the author's currency As the name suggests, it is a currency that can buy things.”

Shangguan Wanqing fell on the bed and put her hands on her head, she nodded to indicate to continue.

"Next is the attributes. Hand speed is the speed of coding, brain hole is imagination, and writing style is writing style. They also correspond to ten levels. Every time you enter a level, the hand speed will increase by [-], and the brain hole will increase the writing style. It will be better, and it will have a great impact on the host." The mic continued to explain, "The upgrade of attributes and skills are inseparable, and skills can be obtained through shops or missions."

Shangguan Wanqing interrupted the mic's explanation, raised her eyebrows and asked: "I don't need to explain the two items of stores and activities, why didn't I see the task you mentioned."

The mic replied simply: "This is not displayed."

"Hiding?" Shangguan Wanqing murmured to herself, and then asked again: "Then... do I have any tasks now? Is there a time limit? Will I be punished if I don't complete them?"

The mic didn't expect Shangguan Wanqing to spit out so many questions in a short time, but as an artificial intelligence, it quickly digested and replied in the next second: "There is a main task that has not been completed, and this task must be completed within three days , but not all tasks have a time limit, and not all tasks have penalties, but this task will be obliterated if it is not completed within three days!"

Shangguan Wanqing's eyes froze. She really felt that she had heard it wrong, and she heard the word obliteration again. It seems that life is no more than Yunyun in the eyes of the so-called main god in the system's mouth. She also knows that this is not something the system can control, it is already As an adult, she can't make any petty temper at will, so there is only a faint wry smile on the corner of her mouth.

"What's the task?" She closed her eyes lightly. Sitting in front of the computer for so long made her eyes sore and at the same time heavy as lead, and her head was dizzy. It is unbearable due to the high intensity. Of course, it does not rule out the sense of fatigue caused by the system's forced compliance and the body has not really recovered, and then suddenly tired and the body is overloaded.

【main mission】

Published works (unfinished)

"I want to use a three-inch pen to write a seven-foot-cone", please show your first work in front of everyone, please don't be careless!

Completion reward: One of the three high-level skills will be given as a gift, and the author's currency is 200. Are you sure you don't work hard with such a generous reward?

Failure penalty: Erase, don't thank me too much.

"Heh!" Shangguan Wanqing sneered, but she didn't intend to open her eyes. This joke's style of writing coupled with the meaning of killing people, such contempt for life made Shangguan Wanqing unavoidably disgusted.

Although Shangguan Wanqing had a lot of complaints about the main god, she did not transfer her negative emotions to the system, "Why am I so tired all of a sudden? My head is a little swollen."

After speaking, he patted his mind lightly with the palm of his hand, hoping to find a moment of clarity.

The mic said awkwardly: "Because Wanqing's physical fitness is not good, she first worked on the computer for more than 4 hours without a break, and then suddenly forced to load something with a high storage capacity such as the [Author Attributes Panel], so some It's overloaded."

But some scruples mic did not say that the memory of the [author attribute panel] is too large, and Shangguan Wanqing's body is too weak to really be able to bear it. In the early hours of the morning, the headquarters system will undergo a free transformation. According to the progress of the previous life, it is generally second Every day, you will have a fever and feel uncomfortable.

And because of this incident, mic was left out by the original owner for a long time, and the new host has a really cold temper. If he knew, it would be okay?

So he kept silent...