Chapter 114: Still Needs Some Vulgar Stimulation (Please Order First)

"How many things have you hidden?" Lin Heng had been asking this question all day and he didn't let it go even early on Sunday morning.

Even though Li Yan had already started discussing how to write songs with him on Saturday and confirmed that his current understanding of music theory was similar to Lin Heng's, just barely adequate, Lin Heng was still not going to let him go.

"I really studied for a long time. I really can't believe that you can go from knowing nothing to your current level in such a short time."

Li Yan looked at her roommates for help, but unexpectedly, her roommates expressed their firm support for Lin Heng.

"The main thing is that you showed before that you really didn't understand, it didn't seem like you were acting."

Here it comes, the killer weapon that Lin Heng suddenly discovered last night - sincerity.

"Besides, I don't believe, nor do I want to accept, that you will play me, Yan."

Ah, Li Yan's scalp tingled and she tried hard to put on a calm, detached and nonchalant expression.

"Then there is only one possibility, I really am a genius."

"Awesome!" Zhu Qinglun led the applause.

Why do these people look so relieved?

"If you had said that earlier," Lin Heng also smiled, "I would have let it go."

"Li Yan, compared to secretly practicing hard or pretending not to know something, it's easier for me to accept that you are a fast learner." Liang Tiancheng also spoke up, "This makes me want to defeat you even more."

"It's hard to accept learning too fast..." Li Ruofei smiled bitterly, "If Li Yan was this good from the beginning, it would be fine. It's an encouragement to become so good all of a sudden. I'm still quite hurt."

"Don't think like that, Ruofei-kun. The more awesome this dormitory is, the more motivated we will be." Zhu Qinglun looked at Chen Fan, "Just like Chen Feifan who was depressed for a long time during the monthly exam but got full marks in math."

Chen Fan double-clicked the mouse on the computer.

"Okay, okay," Li Yan interrupted the topic, "If you keep praising me like this, how can I pretend to be cool in the future?"

Everyone laughed and suddenly heard a strange noise.

Chen Fan started a new game, King of Fighters.

"Play?"

Short and to the point, straight to the point activities were arranged for Sunday.

"Li Yan, have you ever played this game?"

"I haven't played it before." Li Yan nodded seriously, "I really haven't played it before."

"Let's see how many times you can beat me." Chen Fan raised the corner of his mouth.

This kid is actually very proud.

Unfortunately, Li Yan had just made this operation the night before when he got the data for free.

Electronic games are classified as sports. Even other puzzle games and sports games are more or less related to sports. Don’t you see that the most classic puzzle game “chess” is also classified as a sport?
Last week, I joined the track and field team to practice long-distance running, which raised my fourth-level running skill to 39 points, and also raised my third-level sports skill a little, to 17 points.

So... the game has been successfully radiated to 34% of the progress, which is 34 points.

Above average, for some.

Chen Fan likes playing games, but his level is just average. There are many kinds of geniuses in this dormitory, but there is really no gaming genius—if you don’t count IQ games.

So after Li Yan got familiar with the operation in the first round, he defeated Chen Fan with a smooth combo in the second round.

"..." Chen Fan did not try the third time. Everyone could see that Chen Fan was just using random moves in the second round, while Li Yan was confident and slowly used his skills to target him.

He won, but there was nothing to be excited about. For him, whose clear goal was to be the "strongest" in various ways, his excitement threshold was naturally very high.

In a field that just surpasses the average level, beating up those who are just playing around doesn't even give you the feeling of showing off.

He had to compete with Pavarotti in tenor, not in splits.

The roommates were all eager to try, and after they were all beaten by Li Yan, an internal melee began.

I really don't feel defeated at all...

Li Yan quietly left, returned to the bed and began to think wildly.

The goal is clear, and the person is not going to give up. His good mind also reminds him not to rush in practice.

But willpower 31 is really just 31, which will make your mind a little unstable and full of distracting thoughts.

The goal of "becoming the strongest" is a bit ambitious. People cannot live without dreams, but dreams cannot be used to make a living.

The excitement threshold is too high. No matter what I do, I am not excited. Grand ideals have always been just pressure. If there is no positive feedback, this willpower will soon be crushed in another direction.

How about upgrading your energy? Your willpower can reach 50 at once. Wouldn't that mean you can remain strong despite all the hardships?

Hesitation will lead to failure. Li Yan took a deep breath and finally faced the problem:

Energy is mental endurance and strength, while physical strength is physical and fleshy. The two should be at the same level.

[Level 25 skill energy is upgraded to level skill, and the score is adjusted to in proportion]

Radiation will come naturally:

[Concentration +8, Willpower +19, Level 50 skill, points]

The second-level skill Mind, which has a direct impact on energy, especially willpower, is also 50%, and will not hinder this major step-by-step improvement.

To Li Yan's surprise, unlike some skills where you can feel the effect after increasing by two or three points, he didn't feel anything when "willpower" increased by 19 points. Logic: Willpower is only reflected in adversity. The originally unstable Tao heart stabilized and the adversity disappeared. This is a positive result brought about by the increase of willpower.

In any case, the distracting thoughts in my mind have indeed been cleared, so I can continue to improve without distraction!
Suddenly the phone rang in the dormitory.

All the roommates looked at Li Yan, and Li Yan walked to the phone consciously and answered it with a little nervousness.

"Look for dormitory 403. There's a letter at the door with a messy name. There's only this phone number. Whoever you want can come over."

The voice of the security guard, could it be... the royalties?!

Li Yan responded and hung up the phone cheerfully. Facing the suspicious looks from his roommates, he smiled carefreely:
"I know what you're thinking, it's not her."

"What do you mean she's not hers? Who?" Lin Heng looked at everyone else with a confused look on his face.

Oh my god, I actually fell into such a childish trap. Li Yan waved her hand, said nothing, and ran out of the dormitory.

"Student card."

Li Yan handed it over obediently.

The security guard looked at him several times and pushed a thick stack of envelopes to the window with a complicated expression.

This... so much?

"Please sign for it." The security guard's mouth opened and closed, clearly showing his endless curiosity.

The sender column on these envelopes is filled with the addresses of major magazines and newspaper publishers. What could this mean?
I would accept one or two letters as payment, but so many letters for a kid in the first grade of junior high school? There are not even two with the same name?

The amount that Guo Qiwen has piled up here in a month is not this high.

Li Yan made a rough count and found that there were thirteen envelopes and twenty-three paper manuscripts submitted. This hit rate was quite high.

Logic: Only two weeks have passed, and magazines and newspapers that are farther away, of higher level, and have more manuscripts may not have reviewed the manuscripts yet, or some letters may still be on the way.

Well, in a nutshell, it can be even more powerful.

Li Yan hesitated for a moment, but decided to find a place where no one was around to open the envelope and take a look.

For this group of roommates, it is not a question of showing off their wealth or not. The royalties are only a few hundred yuan at most, which is nothing.

But writing is a sensitive matter, especially discussions on current affairs. He is not a commentator, and it is not a good thing to be known as a junior high school student making comments.

Writing requires freedom, but this freedom can easily disappear when the specific content of your writing is known to others.

Since I answered the call first, I will just follow God's will.

I opened the envelopes one by one, and found that most of them were payment receipts from local newspapers and magazines in New Taipei City, otherwise they wouldn't have arrived so quickly.

The more senior ones were paid more than a hundred yuan in royalties, while the smaller newspapers and magazines gave twenty or thirty yuan. Roughly speaking, the total royalties should be more than six hundred yuan.

“Is this thing really published?”

In a commentary submitted to the New Taipei Evening News, Li Yan seriously expressed his dissatisfaction with New Taipei's sewage management, which was then extended to various criticisms of urban governance.

I just wanted to have fun, but the writing was too radical. Although I managed my emotions, I did use too much drug.

Are you giving all this to me?

Perhaps it satisfied the appetite of some people who like to criticize current affairs? But he also wrote a heartfelt article on strengthening the country in the Southern Daily.

Talk about disaster relief, the Olympics, etc., talk about national confidence, talk about the image of a great power...

In fact, these two articles are not contradictory in themselves. As the saying goes, the deeper the love, the more severe the criticism. But now that they are publicly written by the same person, I am afraid that they will be accused of being "two-faced".

Public intellectuals, Wumao, little pinks... there is never a shortage of labels when it comes to expressing opinions.

Adding the identity of a first-grade junior high school student to this, Li Yan didn't dare to think about it.

Besides, he also has to write mystery novels that may kill people, "indecent" love novels, and online articles that are not orthodox at all.

He doesn't want himself to be limited to any one writing identity.

I have more than a hundred pen names. ——Lu Xun

"We'll make it public when the time is right. You can't use the school as your address."

Some articles are too mature, some are too radical, and the differences between different writing styles are enormous. If he is really exposed, I am afraid that before his reputation as "the star of literature descended to the earth" is established, he has fallen into a vortex of self-proof.

Rather than believing that Li Yan is so versatile that he can handle different writing styles with ease, we should be more willing to believe that there are several assassins behind him.

"You can pretend later..."

He sighed softly. It was interesting to have more than a dozen pen names to maintain all of a sudden. After writing the next article, he would have to consider which pen name would be more suitable.

It's obviously all mine, but I treat her like she's been favored.

But no matter what, the white money is really refreshing.

I had just been suffering from lack of excitement and motivation, but after I upgraded my energy, the motivation came immediately.

No matter how grand the ideal is, people still need a little vulgar stimulation.

　Please make your first order!

　　People still need a little mediocrity... Not vulgar, I just like white silver!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)