Chapter 1297

"After class, please come to my office from the top three of this urban ambiguous essay solicitation activity."

On the podium, an associate professor in his forties turned off the projector, took pictures of books, and motioned the award-winning students to go to the office and receive his instruction in person.

The students brushed their eyes and looked at the three people sitting in the first row. Their eyes were full of envy, jealousy, or even hatred. It's not surprising. You know, the people who won the top three this time can get a lot of benefits. In addition to the personal guidance of the associate professor, they even had the opportunity to learn from the ambiguous gods in the city, which is what the students dream of.

Since the establishment of WangWen University, this industry has become more and more formal and unified. In the past, not to mention the ambiguous little gods in the city, even those mysterious gods can be seen in some forums, but now, an ordinary newcomer wants to get the guidance of the little gods. I don't know how much effort it takes.

However, in one corner of the classroom, a student always stared out of the window, as if what had just happened had nothing to do with him. It was not until the classroom became empty that the student turned around and looked at the blackboard, on which a big number, 108, was written

"108108, a title has been changed 108 times. I don't even have the qualification to participate in the competition." Qifan felt his nose and was a little sad and funny. No wonder the whole class looked at him with a strange look when they reported the results just now. However, to be precise, it was not "he" who created the results, but a student who called Qifan. As for "he", it was a touch of soul, an urban ambiguous God who once dominated the lists of all websites, Just because of a conspiracy, he was killed and finally attached to the student named fan.

"Hey, why haven't you left yet? The office is being disinfected. We need to say something in the classroom. Hurry out." Just as he was buffering, when his identity changed, the associate professor and three students went back and forth. At the end, one of them disdained to say: "without that talent, go home early to repeat his studies and take an examination of a full-time university. Learning a technology is a serious thing. Not everyone can write online articles well."

I can imagine how young and frivolous he was when he broke through all the difficulties and finally swept the list of major platforms from a new writer of a small website to become the urban ambiguous God of the whole online literary world. Even if someone later secretly played tricks and united with various gods such as Xuanhuan sect and Xianxia sect to catch himself, he never blinked. Now I hear this, Everyone laughed instead of getting angry and left the classroom with an inexplicable look in their eyes.

It is the so-called peace of mind when it comes. Since God has given himself another chance, we should take it well. Besides, since we have occupied this body, we should also fight for it.

After leaving the classroom, everyone was still a little confused about the road. In addition, this university is the largest WangWen University in the whole central area. The road is more complex and there are rockery and pools everywhere, so it walked very slowly. It can be regarded as recalling the route while walking.

Passers by, seeing him like this, were all pointing out secretly. Some people said he was completely stupid, and ridiculed that he was thinking about the 109th title. He ignored these. After 20 minutes of exploration, he finally found the dormitory.

"Hey, Qifan, you're back. Come and have a look at this news. It's a pity that Lao Zhuang, the City God, committed suicide. That's my idol." When Qifan was poking around at the gate of the dormitory to confirm the number of the dormitory, suddenly a fat man holding a tablet computer waved to him with a pity on his face.

Seeing the fat man, Qifan's memory suddenly recovered a lot. He learned that the fat man was the only friend of the body in the school. No wonder one was the most famous street fighter in the school and the other was the most obscene fat man in the school. Both of them were the most hated people. In the eyes of outsiders, this was the same smell.

Hearing Lao Zhuang's name, he raised his eyebrows, took the newspaper and looked at it. There were three pictures. One was falling on the edge of the flower bed downstairs, with a bloody face, one was covered with a white sheet, and the last one was spontaneously organized by countless fans, lighting a heart-shaped love candle to pray for him.

"Anyone can sell himself, except loyal readers and the pen in his hand." With a lonely face, put down the tablet, and then reach for the lunch box.

The fat man with a sad face could not help but give a thumbs up when he heard fan's casual words. However, when he thought of what happened today, he was afraid that fan couldn't get through that barrier in his heart, Comforted: "In fact, writing a Book sometimes depends on luck. I think you just don't have a pleasant style of writing. Think about decades ago, who could want to suppress fantasy, step on immortals, destroy history, and the urban ambiguity with no two scenery at the moment, which would become such a small mass of writing today. Therefore, you don't have to think too much. Maybe you can have a sudden inspiration in a few days, Let's go and have dinner. "

Although Qifan was gifted and unrestrained in his previous life, there were few real friends. Now he feels the concern of the dead fat man, which makes Qifan warm in mind. He forgets all his previous unhappiness, picks up the lunch box and hooks up with the fat man, laughing and walking towards the canteen.

For Qifan's suddenly cheerful character, the dead fat man is still very happy. Isn't it? The whole school doesn't dislike him. Such a friend can't be easily lost. At present, he will pay to invite Qifan to dinner. Qifan just wanted to say no. as a result, there are still a few dollars left in his pocket.

In his previous life, there was a lot of money. Although urban ambiguity did not dominate the publishing category, today's online articles have long been unmatched a hundred years ago. His annual copyright fee was more than 100 million, not to mention the cost of advertising endorsement, but now his whole body adds up to less than 10 yuan, which really makes him sigh, but he has always been cheerful, Since the fat man treats, it's not polite. Instead, he smiles and wants to kill the fat man.

Although this WangWen university is the Jiangcheng branch of the starting point WangWen University, both the area and campus hardware measures are very good. There are 16 canteens alone, including four major cuisines and all kinds of Western food. Fat and Qifan usually eat in canteen No. 16. Today we celebrate, so we decided to try the high-end canteen No. 1.