"What do you think so enchanting?"

Sun Ruiqi patted Yang Ling on the shoulder curiously, dragged the box to open the dormitory door, but the roommate had no reaction at all.

Yang Ling was startled by this action, and she shivered. She slowly turned her head and said with a sad look: "You almost scared me of my heart disease and didn't notice you coming in at all."

"I'm quite loud and I called you several times. By the way, you're watching it, and you didn't respond anyway."

"Don't you know? Zhang Chu has published a new book, which is said to be an expansion of the final paper of last semester. It's so awesome!"

Yang Ling is a little shocked now. If you just write something, as long as you have rich imagination and literary talent, it may be almost the same.

But this time, his roommate who was not satisfied with his head and no end actually wrote an academic book, and there were so many familiar professors who helped memorize and promote it!

If you can teach in Yan University’s election, those people have a very extraordinary status in the academic world. Zhang Chu’s book easily touched this group of people, and it must be of extraordinary significance.

Not to mention that Yang Ling has always been a loyal reader of Zhang Chu, but he has a good grasp of the measure. He is obviously suffering, but he did not rashly ask Zhang Chu to ask for the original manuscript in advance.

He actually knew very well that if he spoke, he would not be rejected, but he would rather wait until now to start reading books slowly than to let the friendship between the two be mixed with the rest.

The works that Sun Ruiqi likes to read are relatively literary and artistic, and Zhang Chu's books have not yet reached this level, but it does not hinder his understanding of Zhang Chu's status in the publishing industry.

"I have been spending the New Year in my hometown in the countryside. I just returned home yesterday and didn't pay too much attention to the news outside. What is his new book called?"

"No wonder you are not there when we chatted and sent red envelopes on New Year's Eve." Yang Ling suddenly realized that he picked up the physical book on his desk. He saw that the words "The Fifteenth Year of Wanli" were written on the concise and clear cover of the book!

As a top student in the Chinese Department of Yan University, Sun Ruiqi's grade point last semester was the highest in the entire dormitory. He received a first-class scholarship. When he saw the word Wanli, he immediately associated it with the Ming Dynasty, which became an instinctive reaction.

He didn't even have time to open the suitcase, so he stood beside Yang Ling's seat and thought, his bitter melon-like face seemed to squeeze together: "What happened this year? I don't have any relevant information in my mind."

Sun Ruiqi felt a little frustrated. He was the top scorer in liberal arts in Fudong City. He knew the historical timeline well. Now he was not as proud as a science student.

When Yang Ling heard this, he couldn't help but clapped his hands and laughed, "I'm another one who got hit, that guy Zhang Chu is too sinister!"

"How do you say it?" Sun Ruiqi's doubts were already at its limit. What kind of thing did that guy do?

"Because there was no major event in this year, I thought this year would definitely be ups and downs, and there were many major events that people could remember. But Zhang Chu is a person with bad taste, so he chose such a time that is not remembered by history."

Sun Ruiqi wanted to swear words now, "I'm dizzy... He's so crooked!"

As long as you are a normal person, you will think in that direction when you see the title of the book. The time you can be written into a book is just a year that is so ordinary that it cannot be more ordinary.

"Yes, online readers are very resentful now. He has caused public outrage. When I was buying books in a bookstore, I heard someone scolding him." Yang Ling added, "But this guy wrote really well and was fascinating. I really didn't expect that he had such a deep understanding of history."

"We'll go out for lunch later and go to the bookstore to buy a book and have a look." Sun Ruiqi suggested, and he wanted to see what tricks Zhang Chu could write.

Anyway, the school has not officially started, Yang Ling nodded and agreed, "Yes, otherwise, I would ask Zhang Chu. Seeing that he had arrived at the school, An Mi said he would come back tomorrow."

...

At this moment, Zhang Chu was dancing on the keyboard with both hands. The sound of typing on the keyboard was very crisp and pleasant. The feeling of typing on the keyboard at home is not as good as a special mechanical keyboard.

When people's attention was all on "The Fifteenth Year of Wanli", he was secretly writing "Soushen Ji" quickly.

This practice of building a plank road openly and secretly spreading Chen Cang has indeed reduced his attention. If a writer is too keen on various publicity activities, he will definitely become impetuous. Writing a book is the most impetuous thing!

He looked at the manuscripts he compiled and was about to finish writing the part "Suoshen Ji 1: The Messenger of Shennong", but Menglong Culture Media has not yet made time to help him find the serialized newspapers.

After all, "The Fifteenth Year of Wanli" is their focus now, especially when it is about to be launched, it is the busiest time.

Zhang Chu was not in a hurry, so it would be better if he was happy to write more manuscripts. If something delayed later, he would not have to stay up late to get the manuscript.

I woke up at around 8 o'clock this morning and now I have written almost 7,000 words in less than three hours. The efficiency is much faster than those I wrote before!

Focus on your work and don’t read WeChat, Weibo, web news, and videos on Bilibili. Many writers sit in front of computers for more than ten hours a day, but the time they really spend on writing may be less than four hours, which is particularly inefficient.

Most people are not the kind of perseverance, so a word-coded method called the Little Black Room is particularly popular in the writer circle. Once the word count requirement of 3,000 words is locked, if you do not write so many words, the entire screen will be locked by it. Only by completing the requirements can you leave the Little Black Room.

In this case of forced typing, as long as the plot is smooth and not reaching the turning point of the plot, ordinary writers will burst out with amazing speed just to leave early!

Zhang Chu stretched, and he also twisted his neck. He had strong self-control and did not use such a must-have code tool for lazy people.

Today is the first day of the release of "The Fifteenth Year of Wanli". The sales volume and other things have not been counted. Although he is a little worried about the various data, he really has no way to know it.

However, he saw the readers' complaints online, especially these people have not finished reading the whole book, but they have become a hot topic on the Internet because of the title and the beginning of the main text.

"When I saw this book, I was looking forward to Zhang Chu digging out some amazing big event. After looking through the beginning, he actually said that this year is ordinary. Since it is so ordinary, why do you want to write it? Are you feeling idle?"

"I don't understand what's worth writing about this year? After writing so many words, if I finally came to a conclusion, it was indeed a normal year, then I would definitely be so angry that I vomited blood and turned into black!"

"666, Xiao Zhang is so naughty, he actually makes such a joke."

"It's so crap. I'm looking at it with the mentality of watching epics. In the end, you told me that this year doesn't matter?"

"These academic tone is a bit too clear. I thought it was as serious as high school history books!"

"Is this the fifteenth year of Wanli used as the entry point? If the book is called the sixteenth year of Wanli, it seems that it will not have any impact."

"This book is not as simple as fighting, and requires patient and careful savoring. It talks about many ways of being an official in the officialdom and the principles of being a human being."

Faced with the complaints from these readers, Zhang Chu said that he was quite wronged. This way of writing was not created by himself. Why do you have to write about the fifteenth year of Wanli, rather than the fourteenth year or sixteenth year? Only by going to the earth to ask Mr. Huang Renyu!

But now that he has occupied the title of author, he can only bear these complaints and criticisms. It is impossible for him to just enjoy the benefits and reject the disadvantages.

Of course, almost all the netizens who complained about him at the first time were his true fans or hardcore fans. If he were ordinary passers-by, who would have finished reading the previous content of "The Fifteenth Year of Wanli" so early?

It is said that fans are naturally dark when they are deep. Zhang Chu's fans also like to gather together to complain about Zhang Chu. This kind of black idol behavior is true love!

Just as Zhang Chu was browsing the posts in his post, a WeChat message suddenly popped up on his phone, which was a message from Yang Ling.

"Have you arrived at school? Sun Ruiqi and I are going to go out for lunch. If you come, let's go together."

Zhang Chu no longer wants to eat alone. It is too lonely to eat alone. Whether it is Chinese, Western or buffet, hot pot is easily watched.

He quickly replied: "Of course we have to go together! What are you going to eat?"

"How about it without oil and worry? I ate so well at home this Spring Festival. I want to try it out at this restaurant." Yang Ling suggested.

This Chinese restaurant focuses on oil-free and healthy small shops. The taste will be very different when oil-free. It is said that all meals are oil-free and are steamed and cooked.

The taste is so bland that they usually stay away from it and don’t want to try it. Even after exercise, they don’t want to eat this so-called healthy food.

After seeing Yang Ling's suggestion, Zhang Chu complained: "If you want to try oil-free, you can eat for a few more days after school starts, and you can keep it without any oil."

After seeing the reply from the two people in the group, Sun Ruiqi couldn't help laughing, "I don't want to lose weight for the time being, let's change the other one!"

"How about eating Yunnan cuisine? The Yunshui Yao on the south gate is said to be quite good."

A group of foodies started chatting in a WeChat chat group, and they were not afraid of being far away for the sake of food.
Chapter completed!