April 17th, noon.

It was the day when Yang Yifei, who was famous all over the world, fought a decisive battle with readers.

The location is selected at the Qidian Headquarters.

Why choose such a heartbreaking place?

No one knows.

Perhaps this decisive battle was already full of heartbreak.

The clouds are cheap, the wind is coquettish, and the fog is thick.

Many authors of Qidian found that groups of strange people came from the fog, but had no intention of reading books.

The authors were afraid of the magic weapons in their hands - recommendation tickets, monthly tickets, and coin orders, and dared not ask about it, so they all waited and watched quietly.

The fog is getting thicker and thicker, and dark clouds are covering the city in the sky, and the scene is like a storm is coming and wind is filling the building. The atmosphere is depressing and dull.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the fog became thicker. In the thick fog where you could hardly reach out, there were countless people standing there.

No one speaks or moves.

After a long time, a tall figure finally appeared in the thick fog and stood three feet in front of the group of people.

The authors held their breath and focused. They knew that an earth-shaking showdown was about to begin.

A low voice came from the thick fog: "You're on the shelves."

Yang Yifei sighed softly and said, "I'm on the shelves."

"You shouldn't have been on the shelves."

"But I've already been on the shelves. After all, I want to have a meal!"

Another slightly young voice said angrily: "As soon as you put it on the shelves, what should you do if you don't have the power to subscribe to the unemployed party?"

Yang Yifei was silent, pondered for a while before speaking: "I have nothing to say."

"Hmph, since you have nothing to say, don't blame us for watching the pirated version."

Yang Yifei said sadly and angrily: "Even if you are poor, there will be no problem spending a few cents to order."

No one spoke, but Yang Yifei clearly sensed that some people had quietly retreated.

Yang Yifei calmed down and said lightly: "Why do you have to deceive yourself? Among you, there may be student parties and unemployed parties with poor financial conditions, but more are people who are used to free sex. If you want to read the pirated version, go! But please don't come to my genuine book review area to spray books. Once you find out, there will be no mercy."

"Hmph." A cold snorted sounded in the thick fog.

The low voice sounded again: "The free agent has left. Now, it's time to resolve the grudge between us."

Yang Yifei took a deep breath, his eyes condensed, and slowly pulled out the peerless artifact that he had accompanied him to fight the heavens for many years - Zhuoweichia Mechanical Keyboard.

Not bad, it's a mechanical keyboard.

Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng once said: Only online writers and e-sports players use mechanical keyboards in the world, and no one else can talk about it.

The generation of sword god Ximen Chuxue also said: If I encounter a mechanical keyboard, I will not be sure of winning.

Yang Yifei gently stroked the mechanical keyboard in his hand, as if he was stroking his lover's delicate body. "Zhuoweichia mechanical keyboard, worth 1099, durable and comfortable to touch."

That deep voice said, "Good keyboard."

Yang Yifei said: "It's a good keyboard."

The man and many genuine readers behind him also took out their weapons, "Qidian coins can be subscribed and rewarded, which is enough to support most authors."

Yang Yifei praised: "Good coins."

The man said, "It was a good coin."

The field returned to silence again, and an inexplicable aura spread. The thick fog was rushed by this aura and began to surge wildly.

No one took action rashly, they were all waiting for the moment when the other party showed their flaws.

Suddenly, a whirlwind blew by, and Yang Yifei noticed that the other party seemed to blink.

Yang Yifei's eyes lit up. Now, the mechanical keyboard has floated in front of him, and Yang Yifei's hands are jumping wildly on the keyboard.

"The Secret Mystery·Breaking Update·Chapter 3...Go..."

The genuine readers in the thick fog were furious, "I want to send us apart from three chapters? Go to death... eat my monthly ticket storm..."

The battle instantly entered a white heat. For a moment, the Qidian headquarters shook the sky and the earth, and the sand and stones flew.

The author's face turned pale, such a terrible genuine reader.

Yang Yifei's face was ferocious, and he reached out to pull his hand on his head, and a handful of hair appeared in his hand. His hairline rose a little instantly. He planned to fight his best.

"The Secret Mystery·The Detonation and Explosion·Chapter 4..."

"Hmph, it's interesting, but it's not enough. Please take me to reward the tide..."

"puff"

Yang Yifei squirted a mouthful of blood to the sky, knelt on one knee, and the blood fell on the keyboard, like a bright red rose in bloom. This is the flower of life.

"You forced me. If you can take this move, I, Yang Yifei, will die without regrets. The secret mystery, vomiting blood, and the fifth chapter, kill..."

"You are a respectable opponent, and we deserve this trick. Brothers, join the attack, automatic subscription, and open..."

"open……"

"Boom..."

A shout of shouting all day long, then a shocking sound... The other authors only felt a white light in front of them, almost blinding their eyes.

Everything returned to peace, just like this duel, which never existed.

People are speechless because they have dispersed.

The keyboard is speechless because the owner is tired and paralyzed.

The wind is speechless, the wind...of course, speechless.

(over)

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Cough, well, that's it. It's going to be on the shelves. It's very urgent. I received a notice from the editor today and will be on the shelves at noon tomorrow. The May Day that Dafei originally applied for is on the shelves, but now it's all gone.

Now it is on the shelves, which means there is no strong push, but it is a naked run. In the editor's words, the results of this book are not as good as the top and more than the bottom. Because of this, Dafei needs the support of readers.

I sincerely wish you genuine everyone. You may not give me rewards or monthly tickets, but please subscribe. This is Dafei’s humble request.

Whether it is Dafei or Dapeng, since he started writing books, he has never recorded eunuchs, and the number of words in a book has never been less than two million, so there is no need to worry that Dafei will be eunuchs because of his poor grades.

Please.
Chapter completed!