One Punch Man King Engine: Fanwai 2 · Shelf testimonials

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In the eyes of otaku, the world of "One Punch Man" is both exciting and boring.

King agreed with this, so he actively expanded his otaku activities. In addition to playing games, he originally created a game script - The Book of Sages!

Now, he has extended his otaku interest to writing. Of course, with his writing style, he cannot control the physical publishing of literature, so he deliberately chooses online literature, which is fiction.

He registered an author number on Qiqi Novel.com, a subsidiary of China Literature Group, named Beibi, and published a novel called "One Punch Man: The Engine of the King". Based on One Punch Man, combined with King's memory of weird people, the characters and abilities of Saitama and King were combined to create a new protagonist - Roy (Roy). Roy also means king.

His book publishing process was smooth sailing, and he signed a contract with 30,000 words. Now, after more than three months of hard code word updates, he finally reached 300,000 words. His editor in charge Ruo Yeju informed him that it would be on the shelves tomorrow. This news made him In good spirits, I wrote "Remarks on the Shelf" as usual.

"First of all, I would like to thank China Literature Group for giving me a stage to show, my editor-in-charge, Ruo Ye Ju, for his care and guidance, my readers for their strong support for me, my country, my parents, and CCTVNBA... …”

King wrote thousands of words of testimonials. After reading it for himself, he nodded with satisfaction. He logged into Qidian Novel.com to upload "Testimonials on Shelves", and then published two chapters of the novel regularly.

He fell asleep expectantly.

Early morning came, and after the alarm went off, King couldn't wait to lift the quilt, and went to the computer with his eyes closed. As well as eating breakfast for work.

Open Qidian Novel.com, log on to the author's account, and go to the subscription column. His eyes widened and his eyebrows danced. He was on the shelves for 24 hours, and the average price was 12457. More than 10,000 yuan. Well, the new novel **** birth.

"DiDi!"

At this moment, a new message popped up in the background of the author, and he clicked to read it:

"Dear author, according to our investigation, your work is seriously involved in pornography, and we will soon follow the national policy to seal up your work "One Punch Man: The King's Engine (Bah, what a bad book title)". Process."

King almost spit out a mouthful of old blood. It's okay if you seal my book, and complaining about my delicate title is unbearable or unbearable!

The emperor's anger, a thousand miles away!

"Ah!"

King was furious, woke up suddenly, sat up straight from the bed, sweating profusely, took off the quilt and took a look, um, it's time to change his underwear.

"Wow, it turned out to be a nightmare!"

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and hurriedly got out of bed to check the availability of his novels. The author opened the backstage, and his eyes widened, all determined... 13.

Pfft!

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he silently went to bed and continued to sleep. Well, it's better to live in a dream.

Unfortunately, people have to face the reality after all. After dawdling in bed for a long time, he reluctantly got up.

No matter how hard the blow is, life must go on.

He goes to the toilet, washes up, eats breakfast, multi-line operations, all in one go. After all, he is the strongest man, so he has some strength.

He thoughtfully wrote a chapter and published it again. Because it was the first time on the shelves, he decided to update ten chapters, so he invested in the hard code and finished three chapters before noon.

"Well, go out to have lunch to comfort yourself, and change the environment code by the way."

After one morning, he was in a good mood. He went out with his laptop in a good mood, and ate at the Geji fast food restaurant as always. He sat in the corner where he often came, quiet and comfortable, and could write with confidence.

He has a bad habit of typing. He likes to read in a low voice while typing, typing a line and reciting a line, which is easy to be regarded as a neurotic.

"Boss, King has already come out. After waiting for half a month, King went out to eat for the first time. This **** cultivator is obviously so powerful and still not satisfied. Why doesn't he go up to the sky and shoulder by side with the sun... "

After King came in to eat Geki, a man in a coat and a felt hat followed, sat down seven or eight places away from King, and spoke to the miniature walkie-talkie installed on the collar.

"Shut up, your nickname is a tracker, not a radio." There was a furious roar from the walkie-talkie. If it wasn't for him wearing headphones, I'm afraid the whole geeky would have heard the anger.

"Yes, boss." The man nicknamed Tracker replied in a low voice, then shut up and silently observed King's every move.

"This Mala Tang is going to kill me." In a noodle restaurant next to Gaki, a well-dressed successful man in a suit and leather shoes was eating Mala Tang with hatred. It was the boss in the mouth of Tracker.

Opposite him is a pretty and charming lady, nicknamed the camera, responsible for observing and recording the target situation and responsible to the boss.

She glanced at the sparse crowd around her, and smiled~IndoMTL.com~ like a couple, and said, "If you don't like spicy food, you can replace it with beef noodles. You don't need to be so angry, it will affect the work mood in the meeting. ."

The boss eats Mala Tang with a sullen head and flirts with the camera from time to time.

After a while, the camera suddenly touched his ears, and after listening for a while, Fang said affectionately: "Husband, the family called just now, and the chicken I gave you to mend was ready to be slaughtered."

The eldest brother's eyes brightened and he gave a wicked smile, "Okay, I like you to eat chicken for me, but..." He said seriously, "I need to prepare the seasoning for chicken soup, I will call my family and tell me. They screamed." Immediately, he got up and took out his mobile phone and went out to make a call.

"Attention to the tracker, attention to the tracker, the handcuffs, fishing nets, electric shock rods and explosion-proof round shields of the dead group are about to come in. Pay attention to King's situation and report immediately if you find anything wrong."

The tracker lowered his head and pretended to drink Coke, took the opportunity to answer in a low voice on the walkie-talkie near his collar, "Tracker received." Then he raised his head and swept his gaze towards King, intentionally or unintentionally.

In the next half hour, four burly men with big toad mirrors, peaked caps, masks, or bubblegum came in and sat down around King tacitly, vaguely Completed the siege on King.

The tracker saw that the dead group was already seated. King had no abnormality and was still enjoying his last lunch. He immediately reported in a low voice, "Boss, the dead group is in place."

In the noodle shop, the camera smiled slightly and said softly to the boss, "Husband, the chicken is already in the pot. When are we going home, I can tell them when to fire."

The eldest nodded and asked indifferently: "This chicken is relatively old and needs to be simmered for a long time on a low heat. Let the family not be in a hurry and be patient."