Xingcheng said it was small, not big, and it was a little turbulent. People with a little bit of ease know it. In just a few hours, the incident of Chen Fengchuang's entrance spread throughout Xingcheng. Although there was also the factor of Xiong's news, it could not stop everyone's discussion.

There is another secret news that only circulated in secret, that night, a small car with no license plates went to Zoujia Village, and then turned to the lakeside. It was not until a long time before it disappeared into the night sky. Some people said it was Director Xu's car, and some people said it was not.

In short, the matter came to an end. The parties involved did not take the initiative to mention it, and only some idle people used it for some topic of discussion. The discussion inside and outside the circle broke out after a while.

...

The morning light is a new beginning.

"Hurry up, it's getting late!" Chen Feng stood in the hall and shouted loudly.

"Here, here!" Big head soon appeared in front of him. In September, he was still wearing a short shirt, revealing his thick limbs, and his round belly made him walk downstairs with some difficulty.

"For you, a specially customized soft rope woven bag, why don't I have to accompany you?" Chen Feng said, handing him a red and blue bag that looked like a basket.

"No need, don't worry, I will definitely come back on time this time." Datou said confidently.

"Okay, you warm up first, I'll leave." After Chen Feng said that, he went out for a run in his shoes.

Two days have passed, and a new week has arrived. During the two days, Chen Feng took advantage of his time to train him as planned, especially during the morning shopping period, Chen Feng asked him to come back.

The first time, Datou was obedient, but he was so tired after running a few steps. He broke the bag and sprinkled the vegetables all over the floor. As a result, he came back later than usual. The next day, Chen Feng ran with him and kept urging him. The vegetables were also brought back by Chen Feng, but they were still reluctant.

Today is the third day. Chen Feng specially ordered a bag that could tighten the hole yesterday and handed it to Datou. He himself was waiting on the lake embankment, calculating the time while running. He was not afraid that Datou would be late, but he would not come.

Fortunately, Datou is no longer the same as before. With Chen Feng, an old friend who has changed so much, he finally inspired his ambition that is deeply hidden in his fat body. Now Chen Feng does whatever he wants him to do, and even if he suffers, he grits his teeth and survives.

Yesterday Sunday, the senior high school students had only half a day off in the afternoon. Luo Shi was the same because of military training. After coming back to enjoy a big meal, he kept lying in the room to rest, while Chen Feng pulled Datou and played basketball for the afternoon.

Basketball exercises are the most physically exhausting. Chen Feng deliberately exercised himself and Datou, so he bought a basketball. After playing for the whole afternoon, Datou was so tired that he almost fainted. He couldn't even lift his hands at night, which made Luo Shi giggle.

Even so, Datou still obediently got up early and went out to buy vegetables. Today is Monday. After buying vegetables, he had to go to meet Chen Feng, and then eat breakfast with Chen Feng after exercise, and then go to school.

On the morning of autumn, the breeze was cold, and Datou was sweating like raindrops. The big sweatshirt was soaked on the front and back of his chest. He tightly held the bag full of ingredients with his left hand. The boiling blood all over his body made his whole body emit huge heat and fat burning. This breeze not only did not make him feel cold, but made him feel much more comfortable.

Fortunately, he changed his clothes. If he had worn thick clothes like yesterday, he would have felt very uncomfortable today.

Chen Feng looked better than him, but his clothes were soaked in sweat. He looked at Datou's figure getting closer and closer with some appreciation. He had enough time, at least five minutes faster than yesterday. It seemed that Datou worked very hard.

The two brothers rested by the lake for about five or six minutes, put the vegetables aside and started running again. In order to take care of the big head, they put it very slowly. After an hour, the two of them were already fished out of the water, with their hair, clothes, socks, and no dry place.

The first time, Chen Feng walked back home. Datou's physical strength was already over. He had to support him carefully. After entering the house, he ignored Datou. As usual, he cooked the millet porridge first, then took out clean clothes and took a shower.

Datou rested in the living room for more than ten minutes before slowly climbing upstairs. It was not until Chen Feng finished taking a shower and getting breakfast. He changed into a clean and tidy set of clothes. He became much more energetic. Seeing the rich breakfast, both of them had a big appetite.

This is how the morning time is arranged. Chen Feng fixed it, so he can predict that Datou's future life will definitely be terrible, but once he persists, his achievements will be immeasurable.

...

Studying life is boring, especially when your own abilities are completely crushed. This is especially true. Not only do you have to endure the reading and chanting, but you also have to deal with some sudden questions. Chen Feng feels that his patience is being washed away bit by bit.

The same is true today. The history teacher with glasses nagged the modern history of China on the podium, and was full of righteous indignation and scolded the treaty of losing power and insulting the country, which made Chen Feng, who was sitting behind, become irritable and has the urge to escape.

He had already finished reading the novels brought by his deskmate Lin, and he also read the new books he had posted. While doing nothing, a thought flashed through his mind, should he write novels while he had time?

The reason I suddenly had this idea was because I saw a thick and large physical version of online novels in the back row of male classmates. If there was no change in his body, he would have lived a life like them.

He was a fan of novels and read a lot of online novels. He remembered himself as such. After graduating from college, he stayed in a village in the city and became a writer, and published two or three novels online. If he hadn't met that person later and became a national agent, his fate would have been completely different.

As soon as he thought, he became interested. His body, which was originally lying down, was recuperating various information in his mind.

If you want to write a novel, what type of novel should you write?

Half of 2008 has passed, Tomato is already preparing for "Panlong", Dancing "Devil" is in full bloom, and Potato's "Warcraft" is also serialized, fantasy, fantasy, and fairy tales are all very popular. Should I steal a work that they later became popular?

But after thinking about it carefully, he immediately found that even if there were popular works in his memory, he could not write them. A novel cost more than one million words, even if he had read it, he could not remember it. He could not copy it or steal it. There were only a few plots, which was useless.

Since that's the case, then I'll innovate myself, as for what type of...

He had a headache.

Now that he has plenty of time and has nothing to do, he is the most suitable to write novels. In addition to being able to pass the time, he can also earn some living expenses. Besides, he has nothing to be good at. With the memory of the agent, he may not be a agent anymore. He is just an eighteen-year-old boy, and he is still in school and doesn’t have much to do.

After thinking about two classes, he gradually became clear about his mind and a very interesting idea came to his mind. He decided to write Korean entertainment, that's right, Korean entertainment. That "he" is half a Hakka and Korean element, and he has drooled a lot about Korean girls, and has read many Korean entertainment novels, not to mention some variety shows, TV series, movies, etc.

It's only 2008, and Girls' Generation has not become popular yet. The first ep of Wondergirls has not been released yet, not to mention the many girl groups that later. In his memory, the current Korean entertainment novels are very rare even on the largest Chinese website.

Some Korean variety shows are not as popular as they did later, and there are many options. If he writes down some things he knows at this time, wouldn’t it be interesting?

He can write "nobody" by wondersirls in 2009.

He can write about Girls' Generation sweeping the world.

He can write T-ara, f(x), apink, etc.

He wrote Yoo Jae-suk, wrote "Running Man", wrote "I Am a Singer", wrote "My Knot", wrote "No-Challenge Song Festival", etc.

There are too many things that can be written, and once readers find that the part they write is slowly becoming a reality, will they be shocked to fall off? What kind of scene will it be? What kind of sensation will it cause?

Thinking of this, Chen Feng smiled.

He decided to write about Korean entertainment. The general development history of the entire Korean entertainment industry in the next seven years is in his mind, and it would be a waste not to write about it.

Since the type is determined, the next step is to create specific creations.

It seemed as if he had found something fun. He was full of interest and enthusiasm. He was full of energy all morning and still brought a pencil from Lin. The only notebook he bought was on the desktop. He was silent.

He was conceiving that a successful Korean entertainment book would at least have a story that could touch people.

Thoughts were floating, and the noisy environment in the classroom was gone in his eyes. He seemed to have returned to a passionate and competitive foreign land. Several scenes gradually took shape in his heart. This was not any of the works he had written, nor any of the works he had written by other authors, but he had just conceived.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the pencil that turned his fingertips back to the right position instantly. He wrote the name of the story in his notebook - "Save the Goddess of Korean Entertainment".

The protagonist Jiang Liu was originally an orphan. With his own efforts, he took root in a third-tier southern city and opened a small clinic. He was busy every day. His usual entertainment was to watch Korean variety shows, listen to music, watch TV, etc., and he would do support work for his favorite girl group online if he had nothing to do.

Until the goddess I liked heard the news of my marriage, I was in a depressed mood. I thought that I had never seen the goddess in reality. He resolutely ignored the objection of his friends and closed the clinic. After inquiring about the goddess' itinerary, he booked a plane ticket to Xiangjiang.

Unexpectedly, a meteorite fell from the sky, and his soul penetrated the Xiangjiang River in 1996. He became the eldest grandson of the Qin Sect. With nearly twenty years of memory, he successfully infiltrated the Korean entertainment industry with the pseudonym Qin Yuzhe and vowed to save his goddess.

...

This is Chen Feng's initial structure of this story. The beginning of the time-travel rebirth type has not really become popular yet. It is a bit bloody, but it is right at the right time.

The pencil in his hand was silenced on the paper. Chen Feng tilted his head, occasionally pausing for a moment, or considering a few sentences to conceive the next plot. He did not write the outline as soon as possible because some necessary things need to be well set up.

For example, the protagonist's sexuality,

For example, the family background after rebirth,

For example, arrangements on the timeline.
Chapter completed!