Chapter 4 Intermission 2 (1/2)

Chapter 4 Inter Bujue disconnected, opened the cabin, sat up and exhaled

It was noon now, and sunlight was shi+ning beautifully outside

Feng Bujue lived alone in a rented roo His parents understood that they had no chance to take their POV in this novel; they had received the corily and passed away a few years ago, leaving our MC lonely here Because I, the author, didn’t want to be bothered thinking about two other naht at the beginning of the story Tsk tsk, this is e call, ”When you help people, you shouldn’t disclose your nalared at the clock, and he found out that he had just played the game for 15 minutes In non-sleep mode, the ratio between the time in Thriller Paradise and the real tiame for thirty minutes Besides, in sleep mode, the nervous connection was deeper, and thus, the ratio of ti that reads, ”There is no time in dreams” If the players had played for the entire duration of their sluhty hours non-stop Of course, this ht hours continuously; they would surely have a headache when they get up the nextThe manual said that players shouldn’t play for over four hours in sleepBujue had read this, he ot up froet some rest, but he and his friend had set up a date as they would play the gaether

Today was the first day that Dream Inc had released the Closed Beta Version The server had opened since 8:00 a Bujue had to wait for hiet used to the garade his levels as it could create a gap between the Bujue have nothing to do in theto do

I’ve told you that he was a detective novel author, bet some of you still re to worry about even when he doesn’t do anything?

Apparently, nope

Feng Bujue was not famous, but just somewhat known His works were not bad, and each was qualified enough to be published There was a publisher that orking with hih He was one of those authors that weren’t rich but wouldn’t be starved

He got two pages in a weeklydetective story Every month, he had to submit the draft of the next h, he still had time to re-write it The deadline was always by the end of the month since the royalties would be settled at the end of the same month

However, with this income, he could barely survive in S City Thus, he had also written some series of detective novels, which would be published in the form of real books After he had finished one book, he would have sos, which could be considered as his s to do in theBujue described his life and the inspiration for his works as follows: ‘profuse inspiration, timely delivery, lavish delicacies, fine cakes, dry ideas, no words, plain soup, noodles then’ Apparently, he was in his ‘dry ideas’ stage, where he couldn’t give birth to any words

This dude was very adaptive When he couldn’t write, what he forced himself to write was just crap Thus, he just played for now, and he called it ‘collecting inspiration’

Consequently, waiting for that dude Feng Bujue to submit his draft on time was practically a myth

Whenever half of the azine’s editor would hold the dagger while riding on the horse to knock on his door And, his landlady, one hand holding the Lutetiu his spare key, would open the door and slash hi Bujue ell-prepared, arranging the forht for three hundred rounds with him Then, under the sky that would be covered with black clouds, he would spit out only one sentence: ‘I don't have ht, I just blow up the story Anyway, he was satisfied with his life

Noe’re going to talk about his friend Birds of a feather flock together So, how could it be iht? (1)

Yeah, he was indeed Mr Right

This guy was na Bujue’s closest friend In local sayings, they were bosoarten until they had graduated fro Tan Zhi had enrolled to aBujue became a lazy ass in this society