After that party, "The Mouse Loves Rice" quickly became a widely sung song on campus. In the dormitory building and in the piano room, the song "I love you, I love you, just like the mouse loves rice" can be heard everywhere. This song quickly won the love of students with its fresh style and funny and straightforward lyrics. Lu Wei's name is also known to more and more students who like to sing.

"Brother, do you have the score of "Rat Love Rice"? I'll print it with me."

"I don't know where to go. I heard that it was written by a new student named Lu Wei. This song is so talented."

"That's right, I have to ask him for a copy. After practicing it, I sing it to my little Lili. I'm not touching her and taking the initiative." A man showed a lewd look.

"Damn, you're just doing this."

During this period, more and more people came to Lu Wei to ask for song scores every day, and Lu Wei was almost annoyed by one or two. Some girls even carried the guitar directly and asked Lu Wei to teach it step by step. As long as Lu Wei nodded his head and held it in his arms, it would be impossible to teach it.

On Saturday morning, 306 people were conducting a weekly routine group sleep in activities.

"I can't live this day!" Lu Wei tried hard to reply to the letter while saying angrily. This was written by some music lovers in the school, and most of them were women. Lu Wei wouldn't reply, but he would be rude. If he wrote more than a dozen letters a day, he felt sore, so it was no wonder he complained.

"If you have the fourth brother, don't buy good deeds after getting cheap. You kid are so happy now. Now, so many beauties are surrounding you every day. If it were me, I would have surrendered long ago. Oh, beauties, come and conquer me~~~" The third brother lay on the bed, shaking his big head as if he were intoxicated.

"Damn, you guy with a sperm, don't be so disgusting, okay? Be careful not to find a wife, just empty your little figure first." Lao Wu cursed with a smile.

"We have to worry about our figure, and you don't even look at it." The third brother patted his rib-like body and lit up his poor muscles. "Please call me seven times a night," the third brother said narcissistically.

"Vomit!", there was a dry retching sound in the dormitory, and then a scream and scolding.

"San Lao, you disgusted me, I'll throw you out from the third floor!" The boss threatened with his hometown dialect.

"That's right, if I wasted Master Kong, I would never finish it with you." Lao Qi Zhao Feng also continued.

"Forget it, I won't bother with you ordinary people, I will continue to study Huang Yi." The third brother Jia Ming pulled out a yellow book from the head of the bed and started to study hard.

"Zhang Qiu, what is Huang Yi?" asked Lao Ba Mali.

"Oh, you ask this, do you know Zhou Yi?" Lao Qi Zhang Qiu replied seriously.

"Zhou Yi? You know, isn't that a book about fortune telling? What does it have to do with Huang Yi?" Ma Li still didn't understand.

"Did you see the book cover of the book in the third brother's hand?" Zhang Qiu further inspired.

"See it."

“What color?”

“Yellow”

"That's right. The so-called Huang Yi is the "Zhou Yi" with a yellow cover, which is a simple version." Zhang Qiu explained seriously.

"Oh, that's the case. Third brother, why are you studying that kind of thing? We are students, and the school is not allowed to engage in feudal superstition."

"Oh my God, God, Buddha Lord, forgive these ignorant people. You two idiots, Huang Yi is a writer, a very famous writer, do you know? The novel he wrote is so good. I discovered it in the past two days, and it is very interesting." Jia Ming'er waved the book in his hand and said loudly. Lu Wei glanced at the book in Jia Ming'er's hand, "Super Brain". He read it himself and wrote a story about a supercomputer. This kind of fantasy novel was still a very novel literary form in 1998, but the books Lu Wei read at the beginning of his previous life were more than the books with bizarre storylines.

"Well, Qidian's predecessor was the Fantasy Literature Association, which was established in November 2001. The Internet is not developed now, and online literature has not poses any threat to the status of traditional literature. Nowadays, students on campus are mostly works of traditional martial arts such as Jin Daxia, while girls are all Qiong Yao, Xi Juan, and Zhang Ailing is elegantly watching. Like Jia Ming, they are among the earliest readers who come into contact with fantasy literature."

When Lu Wei thought of this, his eyes lit up again, "Yes, besides writing songs, aren't the countless starting works in his belly also ready-made wealth? Those plots, settings, and grabbing a lot of them in his belly. Which one is now shocking. But I immediately realized that this matter has to be put on. Regardless of whether he has time to move out the works that are millions of words at any time, take the present for example, Lu Wei does not even have the most basic writing conditions - computers. There is no way, Lu Wei's home

Not rich yet. My father is an ordinary teacher and my mother is a rural woman. She only earns about a thousand yuan a month, which is already good in the countryside. Lu Wei’s monthly living expenses are only a pitiful 300 yuan. Apart from food and consumption, there is basically nothing left every month. Lu Wei really hates that he did not ask Wuchang for precious antiques or jewelry when he was reborn. It is not difficult for him. Thinking of this, Lu Wei couldn’t help but remember when Wuchang promised him two other conditions to be realized.

"Oh, it's a pity that I know nothing about the financial stock market and I'm not interested in lottery, and I'm even more confused about business. What I've learned seems to be difficult to make money.

Lu Wei was thinking there, when Ye Cunwei knocked on the door with a big guitar on his back. As soon as he entered the door, he smelled a mixed aroma of instant noodles and smelly feet.

"Damn, you can really sleep. This smell hasn't smothered you to death. Just open the windows and ventilate them." Ye Cunwei said, covering his nose.

Seeing that it was the senior brother who came, everyone asked enthusiastically, but no one wanted to move. They only had two lazinesses when they woke up five days ago, and no one wanted to waste this precious opportunity.

Ye Cunwei didn't care, so he walked directly to Lu Wei's bed and sat down, saying, "Lu Wei, this is the song I have written these two days, how do you see it?"

Since Lu Wei sang the song "Rat Loves Rice" in that party, Ye Cunwei was shocked by Lu Wei. He came to study song creation with Lu Wei for no reason, which made Lu Wei very upset, but Ye Cunwei is a senior brother, and Lu Wei couldn't dissatisfied his face too much, and poured cold water on others' enthusiasm.

"Oh, senior brother, you sit down. Are there new songs? Let's take a look, "The Heart is Slow Water", yes, what a cold name. The melody is still neat, but it's a shortcoming of novelty. There's a problem with the chord connection in this place..." Lu Wei said patiently for more than ten minutes, and Ye Cunwei kept nodding. However, in Lu Wei's opinion, these things he created still lack the vitality of original works and cannot escape the vicious circle of pop music. Moreover, the melody comes from the pop songs that have been sung, and there is no newness, so it can only be used as a self-entertainment.

Ye Cunwei was listening to Lu Wei's talk there, and another person came to the dormitory. He was tall and had muscles, but Han Ping, the sports committee of Class 3 of Class 96, and when he entered the door, he shouted: "Ye Zi, I'm discussing music with Lu Wei here again. It's not me that I'm talking about you, the things you wrote are really not very good, so I'd better sing BEYOND honestly."

Han Ping is also a guitar lover, but he doesn't play well. He prefers football and video games. He is a cheerful and enthusiastic person. Everyone in 306 likes this senior brother very much. When he saw him come in, he stood up from the quilt and greeted him.

"Hello Brother Han."

"Brother Han is so free to come to our dormitory."

"Why didn't you play football?"

Han Ping smiled cheerfully, "You lazy guys, want to stay in bed for a day, it's past nine o'clock."

"Haha, it's Saturday." Several people laughed dryly in embarrassment.

"I'm too lazy to play football today, I'll take you to a good place." Han Ping said mysteriously.

"Where are you going, Brother Han." After hearing Han Ping's words, Li Guang rushed over from 305. Since this guy saw Han Ping's wild shot, he has admired this senior brother very much. He goes with him every day and goes there. After a while, he gets very familiar with Han Ping.

"Go to the computer room and take you to play computer games." Han Ping said mysteriously.

"Computer House?"

"Computer Game?"

A few guys crawling in the quilt were hooked up and attracted interest. Most of them came from the countryside and had never seen any computers look like. Although the school had a computer classroom, it took the second grade to start computer classes. When they heard that they could see the computer and play games, they all got up from the quilt and put on their clothes.

Lu Wei knew that the computer house that Han Ping mentioned was a computer school that was opened on a street not far from the school. The boss was a woman, in her thirties, very economically and forward-looking. Before this network was popular, even computer classes were only opened in some colleges and universities, she established a private computer school. It was called a computer school, but it was actually a computer house. The fees were so high that it was 3 yuan per hour. At that time, in order to save money, Lu Wei and others often spent nights to play, 10 yuan a night, and could play from 9 pm to 7 pm. Those who have been playing in 1998 know that arcades gradually declined and were replaced by such emerging things.

At this time, the computer room was not able to access the Internet, so I just formed a simple local area network. There were very few games to play, including Red Alert 98 (now Red Alert 3 has been launched, and there are only 6 G installation packages, which is scary.), StarCraft, Delta Force, Need for Speed ​​2, Resident Evil, Taiwan Mahjong. Lu Wei still remembers the funny and interesting lines in Taiwan Mahjong: "Does anyone want to eat buns?" Later, I could play with real people on QQ, and there were so many fun props, but Lu Wei couldn't find the feeling he used to.
Chapter completed!