Life is as usual,

Occasionally, Chen Motong would come to harass himself during morning self-study, but Lu Mingfei was still "unstoppable". He seemed to have become accustomed to Chen Motong's disturbances before he knew it.

"I was watching fireworks in Taipei last second."

Today, today, today, sixty days before the college entrance examination,

Lu Mingfei heard his deskmate humming a song when he was over get out of class.

"Last second I was watching fireworks in Taipei, next second you were drinking mojito in Shanghai

You feel me like I feel you, another me in the world

Last second I rained heavily in Berlin

The next second you are in Bangkok

You feel me as I feel you

Another me in the world.”

"What kind of song is this?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Tsk, rusty, haven't you heard of it, another me in this world.

It sounds very nice." Su Xiaoxuan, who was dressed very expensively.

Taipei, Shanghai, Berlin, Bangkok, listen to these place names, Lu Mingfei feels disgusting.

Why, it's all the places where rich people go.

This is naked capital brainwashing.

Why, there is no name for an ordinary small county town,

Lu Mingfei despises the yearning for money that has emerged in this world and the contempt for working people.

While listening to his deskmate's humming, he wrote a sarcastic article:

In this world, I am in the cornfield

Last second I peeled corn in the county town, next second you drank mojito in Shanghai

You feel me like I feel you, another me in the world

Last second I rained heavily in the county town

The next second you drive a Ferrari in the city

You feel me as I feel you

Another me in the world.

Fake love everywhere in life

Weaving lies is actually coins

How many of us will wait for the rain to stop

No true feelings

Who listens to my feelings in the cornfield

The world is like waves and I am like sand

And you were left behind

My world is earth-shaking

You haven't changed

Hahahaha I hate you

Time is waiting for me to get through the sun and rain

And you're under the house

My mind is complicated

You can't decode

......

After writing with a big stroke, Lu Mingfei waved his hand and delivered the article to his deskmate's name, saying:

"Teacher Su, you have been brainwashed by capital,

Let’s see how our small farmers who carry bricks on our simple construction site arranged the composition.”

Afterwards, he walked out of the classroom with a shocked look on his deskmate. He was very proud, he was too proud.

It felt like a rich man was wearing a trouser vest to go to a five-star hotel for dinner and met a delicate female internet celebrity.

The female internet celebrity took photos of rich people with disdain and posted them online, and finally found that she was the richest man in Forbes in the first 100th.

Contempt, contempt, silent and intentional contempt

Lu Mingfei feels that he is talented and has extraordinary writing style, and the most important thing is his character.

The character is not a prime minister. It is a minister. It comes from the common people.

To be honest, Lu Mingfei thinks:

There are not many people like him who are truly insightful in this world, so he is proud.

Walking out of the classroom, out of school alone, looking at this world of fame and fortune, he felt more and more "lonely".

It would be a waste of talent for people like me to not write anything, and Mingfei just thought about it.

People like me will appreciate it if they write something casually.

Yes, Lu Mingfei thought of a way to the peak of life, that is:

Write a novel.

Lu Mingfei's fantasy is very beautiful:

When I write online articles, I believe that it won’t take long to become a great master of starting points, become a platinum writer, marry a rich and beautiful woman, and reach the peak of my life. I’m a little excited to think about it. The most important thing is ideals. Yes, Lu Mingfei has ideals.

When I think of live broadcasts every day,

After saying hello to everyone, Mo Yan will send a rocket, and then he will smile and say:

Haha, thank you Moyan for being the Rocket I sent.

He was angry, I was broadcasting live in a dignified way, why did I become your Moyan's son? This is an insult to my personality and a trampling on my dignity.

The most important thing is,

When Lu Mingfei told Lao Tang on the Interstellar Channel about this depressing thing,

Old Tang sent a message:

Mingfei, cherish it. How many people want to be trampled on like this? No one who has money looks down on him.

You have to cherish it.

Lu Mingfei watched this sentence and laughed loudly. He turned off the channel disdainfully and relaxed alone.

His idea now is very simple, that is, to write novels.

Register as a starting writer,

Start typing and write about 2,000 words a day.

I believe that in no time, Lu Mingfei will marry a rich and beautiful woman and reach the peak of his life.

......

Before I knew it, it was already the third day, why did I still not sign the contract?

Why are readers scolding me:

What's the writing?

It can be seen that the author should not have graduated from high school yet, otherwise he would not be able to write such a silly plot.

This type of Doupo novel is outdated. Now writers write such subjects like the Boxer Rebellion joining the Qing Dynasty in his later years, and it is over.

Lu Mingfei looked at these three comments and felt so uncomfortable that he was completely in a bad mood.

Is it easy for me to write 6,000 words?

What's wrong with not graduating from high school? Who stipulates that you can't write novels without graduating from high school? Isn't Tiancan Tudou Dan also an online article written by the age of 18 or 19?

There are also fandoms who will never go out of time.

He angrily retorted the three comments. Even so, Lu Mingfei did not delete the three comments because there were only three in total, and one was deleted less than one.

Afterwards, he secretly made a small trumpet and published a high-level speech: I think this senior high school student wrote very well, but you don’t know how to appreciate it.

He was so fucked after a few hours:

I suspect you are the author's trumpet, otherwise how could you know that he was in his senior year?
To be continued...