Chapter 658: Members of the Night Bureau Whose Talent Points Have Gone Astray (Part 2)

In the small dark room, Fangran, who was silent after hearing Jota's answer, kept looking at him silently. Yota, who felt uncomfortable looking at him, shrank back behind the chair again.

"Um...did I say something weird..."

Fangran looked at this Yota who was more cowardly than him in all aspects and fields. It was a bit incredible that a guy with technological ability who could probably become the strongest hacker could stay at home and write novels all day long, but he still put it away because the other party asked him to This preconception seems to have nothing to do with the text.

"Then were you coding just now? Can I search it online?"

"Well... I can find it for now..."

Hearing what Fangran said, Yota's voice became a little more enthusiastic, and he stepped aside and pressed on the keyboard. He was not the leader in the industry, but just a little-known novel that Fangran had never heard of. The website popped up, and what appeared to be the backstage of his work appeared, but when he leaned over and looked, he saw...

[The King's Throne----Updated to Chapter 178----Fantasy Editor Team----Collection....]

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Fangran: "..."

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"Um...I said Jota..."

Looking at this physical screen that he had probably specially prepared for coding, Fangran suddenly felt a complicated emotion in his mouth. Jotta, who was watching him read the book he had written, his eyes gleaming, immediately answered!

"I am here!"

"Let me ask you a question, let's use an analogy... For example, in a classic adventure story, when the BOSS is about to fight back in the final decisive battle, the male protagonist suddenly looks back at the female protagonist in an environment where the air flow is roaring and the space is shattered. Why did you give me a warm chuckle?"

"Um...he wants to...show off his masculine charm...?"

"..., when faced with an extremely difficult opponent to defeat, a companion calls the protagonist out alone to talk all night long before the war begins, and finally says to the protagonist, 'Don't worry, I will find a way to solve it.' Why?"

"He...misjudged the opponent's combat strength?"

After hearing such an answer, Fangran was silent for a moment, turned her head silently and stared at him for a while, and then suddenly asked:

“How do you donate money from one’s card to a disaster area?”

“If I identify a certain person, I can use his name or photo to collect basic information such as mobile phone number and home address online. Then I can block his network operator and use a disguised base station to trick his device into connecting to the implant. As long as the virus takes control of his SIM card, I have many ways to obtain his online banking account or mobile business hall password, paralyze his mobile phone, or remotely control the transfer of money to another card to donate to the disaster area... But...but it's illegal for Fangran to do this, Sister Yesheng told me not to do this..."

"Yota, have you ever answered a question correctly in reading comprehension in junior high school Chinese?"

"Well...I never went to school..."

Fangran: "..."

alright, you win,

Now I finally know why I saw you poking at the keyboard with one finger when you came in...

Snapped...

Looking at this timid young man who could no longer be described as partial and who shrank back even though he had just said something powerful, Fangran slapped him on the face and looked at him with vicissitudes of life.

"Let me take the liberty of asking...have you signed the contract?"

Hearing Fangran ask this question, Jota's face looked slightly sad but he managed to hide it with embarrassment and smiled.

"Not yet...although I will apply every month..."

It's also...it's strange that I can sign a contract with ten collections of hundreds of thousands of words...

Fangran, who was completely speechless and didn't know where to complain, helplessly looked at this frail young man squatting on a chair, who seemed to have difficulty communicating with others due to social anxiety, with unkempt hair and big glasses, sitting on the side. The man on the bed sighed.

"It's really a shame that you can write hundreds of thousands of words without even signing a contract. After all, you are also a member of the night bureau. Let Brother Suqun find a way to discuss it with the people in this small company. Or are you short of money? No If you don’t have enough money, just buy it and sign whatever you want.”

"I...actually am one of the shareholders...

"puff!"

I go! You really bought it!

Then you are a shareholder. You have invested in the novel you wrote and haven’t signed a contract yet! ? Or is it this small 18th-tier website that I’ve never heard of? ?

Fangran had an incomprehensible look on his face, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He didn't know how to complain about how collapsed he was, so he held his forehead and sighed without realizing it:

"Then you can just use your authority. Besides, let's not talk about the communication difficulties you have been having in a dark room all day. After all, why do you, a computer genius, want to write novels? What can you do that is not better than this... .”

"Ah haha...this..."

Hearing Fangran's helplessness, Jota laughed softly as if he felt a little strange. In the dim room, he looked at the screen in front of him. On it was a manuscript that he had only written a few hundred words. The light illuminated him slightly. Behind the disheveled hair and large spectacle frames, there is a face that seems lost in thought.

"I...that...isn't very good at communicating with people. I'm afraid of meeting strangers. Before Sister Yesheng found me, I was always alone. I didn't go to school and didn't have many friends."

When he said this, he hugged his knees in embarrassment, felt embarrassed, and smiled shyly.

"Unlike a program where the rules are clear and simple and can be understood as long as you learn them, I can't understand other people's thoughts and I don't know whether their smile at me is good or bad. I can't even understand whether the atmosphere between people is tense or not, so... ..”

“I particularly envy the people in the novels. They are strong and handsome, have close friends and lovers, go through exciting trips outside, meet all kinds of people and see all kinds of scenery. , it’s like looking at one world after another that I haven’t seen before..."

Fangran saw him looking at her and scratching her disheveled hair that hadn't been taken care of for an unknown amount of time. She smiled at herself with no trace of sadness, and then she squatted on the chair with anticipation gleaming in her eyes. Keep your body shaking.

"So one day I suddenly wanted to write a story by myself and create a world by myself, because it would be like traveling in that world by myself, and if I could write a wonderful and interesting story..."

"Maybe I can understand people's hearts and atmosphere better, and I can be as powerful as everyone in the bureau, even though it seems like I have failed..."

After saying this, he suddenly realized that because someone was telling him about the novel he wrote, he was so excited that he said a lot of embarrassing things, and he smiled and scratched his head in embarrassment like a girl.

"Actually... maybe I just like novels too much..."

When he heard these words, Fang Ran was actually stunned for a moment, looking at this frail young man with messy and unkempt hair and big, shabby glasses, squatting on a chair welded to the ground with his knees in his arms. There is a safety belt with a combination lock on his waist.

Suddenly I remembered the taciturn young man who waved goodbye to me on the ice sea. He was in school but had no friends.

He once asked Ling out of boredom why all the participants liked to stay in high places, and when he was silently complaining that it was really not just to show off, he heard Ling's very flat answer.

-'Probably because it's easier to find similar people'-

Perhaps the young man huddled in this dark room in front of him is also the same. He wants to fill the loneliness of being alone and overcome his own weaknesses and fears in this way.

Loneliness is a fatal disease.

Fangran looked at him in confusion, then scratched his head, walked to him and sighed completely giving up.

Alas, the expression on your face is so understandable...

"By the way, do you have a tablet here? A mobile phone will do, but give me something I can use to see what you wrote."

"Ah... yes... yes! But..."

Seeing him suddenly say this, Yotal was stunned and nodded quickly, taking out something that might be a tablet from the table, but then hesitantly asked:

"Fangran, do you really want to read my novel?"

"Ah... I entered the ward again today and went out a long way. I finally got home and was taken to the Magic City before my butt was warm. Then I got half lost. To be honest, I was tired. I'm dying and I don't want to move anymore."

Jotta listened attentively without realizing it, and then saw Fangran taking the tablet and lying on his bed, pulling up a pillow and leaning on it. He looked like a familiar person who had already regarded this place as home, without turning his eyes. He waved his hand to himself.

"Okay, okay, just write your own thing and don't worry about me."

"Oh...oh...ok..."

Jotta turned around in a daze and thought, 'Leave without me? ', then looking at the progress in front of him, he completely lost the intention to continue the one-finger meditation. His fingers subconsciously typed on the keyboard at a speed that was hard to see, brought up the monitoring of Fangran's tablet, and took another sneak peek. ,

I found that Fangran was stuffing potato chips into his mouth while looking at the tablet in his hand without turning his eyes, really flipping through the pages.

Um...but where did the potato chips come from...

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