Chapter 11 Li Luo's Fried Noodles
Sitting in front of the computer in the study room of Ying Chanxi's home, Li Luo looked a little helpless.
When I was planning to try to return to my old career, I didn’t expect this. I forgot that signing a contract with a minor requires the consent of a guardian.
Although since the high school entrance examination, Li Luo has gone to the store to help every morning, which has greatly improved his rebellious image in the eyes of his parents.
But considering that the time for change was still short, Li Luo was not in a hurry and confessed early that he was trying to write online articles.
After all, tomorrow morning, the high school entrance examination results will be out.
After his parents read the transcript, Li Luo felt that the probability of obtaining consent would be higher.
As for why I wanted to write a novel about urban entertainment...it's naturally because when I wrote novels in my previous life, I only wrote about this subject.
Li Luo thought about using the memory palace to find a popular online article and copy it to make money.
But after trying it for a while, Li Luo knew that he was careless.
As we all know, when reading online articles, they are basically read at a glance.
Sometimes even just by looking at the title, I know what the author is talking about in this chapter, and I skip it directly.
This leads to... Li Luo recalled the popular works he had seen. Trying to expend brain power and energy to recall them is really asking for trouble.
As for the memory palace, the deeper the impression Li Luo had and the more carefully he looked at things, the less brain power was consumed in recalling them.
As for Nanfeng's novels, which are often millions of words in length, he once devoured them at a glance. Even if he recalled a few thousand words every day, Li Luo's brain would shut down as if it was going to explode.
But the good news is that Li Luo's own level is not bad.
Although it is impossible to completely copy word for word, there are many key plots and routine designs that Li Luo, a former industry insider, can still grasp.
Especially in 2014, there are not many outstanding works in the urban entertainment genre.
Those who can achieve great results are either from a Chinese entertainment background or from the current hot Korean entertainment industry.
There are not many clues about the entertainment novel with an imaginary background and parallel world at this time.
Among the urban themes, the most popular genres at the moment are urban fantasy, or cool stories like The King of Soldiers Descends from the Mountain, A Master of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and those about officialdom.
But Li Luo remembers very clearly that in the second half of this year, a cultural and entertainment magic book will be released, and in the following years, it will become popular on the entire Internet.
So Li Luo didn't think much about anything else and typed the title of his book on the computer screen - "I'm Really Not a Star".
The idea of making big money is out of the question.
As long as I could have a little more pocket money every month when I was in high school, my life would be quite comfortable.
With such a simple idea, Li Luo successfully received invitations to sign contracts from several editors, and was even actively added as a QQ friend by an editor.
[Qianzhou]: So... what is your current age?
Qianzhou, who was far away in Changning City, looked at the computer screen in front of him with the expression of an old man looking at his mobile phone. He was very suspicious that the guy opposite was deceiving him.
【Reignited】: I am 15 years old this year. If I have a birthday in the second half of the year, I will be 16 years old.
[Qianzhou]: Are you sure you're not kidding?
[Reignited]: It’s absolutely true, editor, if you wait for me for a few more days, I should be able to convince my mother.
[Qianzhou]: Have you written novels before?
【Rekindle】: No.
[Qianzhou]: Did you write the beginning of this article yourself?
【Reignited】: I wrote it myself.
Qianzhou looked at the chat records on QQ and fell into deep thought for a moment.
The plot content and writing rhythm of "I'm Really Not a Star" are constantly swirling in my mind.
Finally, he thought, is it possible that there is such a thing as a genius in this world?
A 15-year-old child can actually write about the worldly feelings and work style of the protagonist in the book?
If you say this is written by a greasy 35-year-old middle-aged man, he will believe it!
[Qianzhou]: If this is true, then you should have a good chat with your mother.
[Qianzhou]: Anyway, regardless of whether I agree or not, you should tell me when the time comes.
[Qianzhou]: If your mother has any questions, you can come to me.
【Reignited】：Okay, thank you editor.
After dealing with the editing, Li Luo continued to type on the keyboard.
The memory palace operates at high speed, providing him with various materials and plot elements, and the content of the novel pours out like running water.
After going home and having a few mouthfuls of food in the evening, he immediately returned to the study room of Ying Chanxi's house to continue working.
Until almost 8:30 pm.
There was a sound of opening the door at the door of the house.
Ying Chanxi came to the study from the door with her schoolbag on her back and slippers on her back, and saw Li Luo watching cartoons attentively.
"You won't play computer at my house all day again, right?" Ying Chanxi put down his schoolbag on the sofa, then walked into the study and said helplessly, "It was hard to study before, so it's best to take advantage of the summer vacation. , let’s preview the high school textbooks first.”
Li Luo pressed the pause button, turned to look at Ying Chanxi, who had just returned from the summer vacation class at the Affiliated No. 1 Middle School, and smiled: “Dear Miss Ying Chanxi. "Excuse me, what is the purpose of the country's summer vacation?"
"Hmm..." Ying Chanxi was asked, hesitated for a long time, and finally said, "To give students a holiday?"
"This That's right." Li Luo snapped his fingers, stood up from the chair, pushed Ying Chanxi's shoulders and sat on the sofa in the living room.
Then he walked behind the sofa, squeezed Ying Chanxi's shoulders, and said while squeezing: "As the so-called balance between work and rest, after the hard work in the last semester of the third grade of junior high school, the summer vacation is the time for students to relax. Period."
"How about the strength?"
"Harder or lighter?" "Well..." Ying Chanxi closed his eyes and enjoyed Li Luo's service for a while. "Just right, but..."
Just when Ying Chanxi wanted to refute Li Luo, her stomach made the first growling sound.
Li Luo raised his eyebrows and immediately laughed: "Look, this is because you didn't relax and have a good rest. You are making me hungry."
Ying Chanxi blushed, covered her stomach and said with a straight face, "I'm not hungry."
"Want some fried noodles?" Li Luo stopped what he was doing, walked into the kitchen and looked at the refrigerator. The ingredients in it, and then asked.
“It’s already so late, it’s not a good idea to bother your dad anymore.” Ying Chanxi shook his head quickly, “I’ll just eat a piece of bread to cushion my stomach.”
“You are You're questioning my cooking skills." Li Luo took out the ingredients from the refrigerator and blinked at Ying Chanxi, "It's just fried noodles, do you need my dad to do it?"
"You can make it yourself?" Ying Chanxi opened his eyes slightly and asked in surprise, "Is it possible?"
"You are provoking a man's bottom line." Li Luo sneered and slammed the door of the refrigerator, "In the living room Just wait.”
After saying that, he closed the sliding door of the kitchen.
Ying Chanxi blinked, still a little unresponsive.
But after a while, the sharp sound of the kitchen knife chopping on the chopping board came from the kitchen.
Then the enticing sound of fried noodles being stir-fried in the iron pot rang out.
In less than ten minutes, two bowls of hot and fragrant fried noodles were brought out of the kitchen by Li Luo.
Ying Chanxi sat down at the dining table and looked at the steaming bowl of fried noodles in front of her, and was speechless for a moment.
"Eat." Li Luo handed her the chopsticks and sat across from Yingchan River. He didn't show any politeness to her and just ate a big mouthful. While eating, he said vaguely, "Taste me. How's your craftsmanship? It's definitely no worse than my dad's."
"Yes." Ying Chanxi picked up the chopsticks, subconsciously raised his head, glanced at Li Luo, and then turned around.
There is no one else in the empty living room, and the bedroom belonging to Dad has been dark for more than half a month.
The lights in the study were illuminated by Li Luo, and the kitchen was also on.
There is no family by his side, but...
Despondent and a little relieved, Ying Chanxi's eyes returned to Li Luo, then he lowered his head and took a small bite of fried noodles.
Really delicious.
“It’s even more delicious than uncle’s.” Ying Chanxi rested his feet on the bars of the chair, enjoying the delicious supper in an obedient and quiet manner, and praised Li Luo in a low voice.
"You have some sense." Li Luo laughed proudly, and then reminded in a low voice, "But don't say this to my dad."
"Haha~" Ying Chanxi was amused by him "Are you afraid that your uncle will not be convinced if he finds out?"
"Afraid that he will know that he is not as strong as his son, and his heart may be broken."
"I even praised you for a few words and I still gasped. Ying Chanxi rolled her eyes at him, "But when did you learn to cook noodles? I've never seen you cook before." , had already cleaned the bowls, then stood up and stretched, "I'll fry the noodles, you wash the dishes, I'm going to play on the computer."
"Got it." Ying Chanxi nodded in agreement, and then He reminded, "You can only play until ten o'clock."
"OK OK."
After eating the fried noodles, Ying Chanxi got up and put away the dishes, went into the kitchen to wash up, and then went Had a bath.
Originally, after taking a bath, he wanted to continue studying for a while, but Ying Chanxi thought of what Li Luo said before, and after some hesitation, he temporarily put aside this idea and walked into the study instead.
Moving a stool and sitting next to Li Luo, Ying Chanxi looked at the animation playing on the computer screen, and then asked: "Tomorrow, the 28th, the high school entrance examination results will be available at 10 a.m., don't you know now? Nervous? ”
"Why are you nervous?" Li Luo asked back, "Just wait for me in the No. 1 Middle School."
Seeing that he looked very determined at the end, Ying Chanxi became more suspicious: "You don't You started asking Zhao Rongjun to review you very early in the meeting, right? Are you really sure that you will be admitted to the No. 1 Middle School? "
"Why did I lie to you?"
Ting Li Luo still said this at this juncture, and Ying Chanxi, who originally had no expectations for him, felt his heart beat faster for no reason.
Is it possible... that when we reach high school, there is still hope for me and Li Luo to stay in the same school?
Thinking of this, Ying Chanxi suddenly became nervous and began to look forward to the results of the high school entrance examination tomorrow.
"Why don't you come and play games?" Li Luo turned off the animation, opened the web page, and searched for 4399 mini-games, "Forest Ice and Fire Man, can you still play?"
"You are a little bit You're looking down on me." Ying Chanxi moved his stool and leaned closer to Li Luo. Their arms came together, "I just don't usually play, it's not that I don't know how to play."
"Today. Why didn’t you continue studying? You came to play with me on the computer.”
“Didn’t someone say that you should balance work with rest?”
"As expected of Yucai's number one scholar, he learns quickly."
The two quarreled with each other and soon got into the game.
As a result, Ying Chanxi's hands shook several times during the process, and the ice girl he controlled evaporated directly into a sea of magma and fire.
"Can you do it?" Li Luo looked at her suspiciously.
“Don’t argue.” Ying Chanxi puffed up his mouth, “It’s all your fault for saying that you can get into the No. 1 High School Affiliated High School. All I can think about now is your high school entrance examination results, and I’m so nervous.”
"Why are you nervous about my grades?"
"If you pass the exam, we will be in the same school again." Ying Chanxi opened his eyes and looked at Li Luo seriously. He said, "If you work harder in high school, maybe you can be admitted to Qianjiang University with me?"
"You think highly of me." Li Luo smiled and said, "Qianjiang University, Even for students from the No. 1 Middle School, only the top fifty in the school have the opportunity to touch the threshold, right?”
“People have to have dreams,” Ying Chanxi’s eyes sparkled. Li Luo stared at Li Luo and said, "If you can really get into the No. 1 High School, I think Qianjiang University won't be a problem."
"I feel like you are more confident than me."< br>
(End of this chapter)