It was late autumn and the weather was slightly cool. Xia Ge wanted to hide in the room and eat potato chips, drink the fat house happy water, refresh variety shows, and watch novels and movies.

But yesterday I promised my dad to ask for a signature of three spoonfuls of sugar. I had to go out and the man promised that he must fulfill it.

Xia Ge dressed himself up tightly. He wore a sweatshirt, a baseball cap, and a mask.

Those who don't know thought he was a star.

It was just because it was cooler outside, and Xia Ge was also worried that something happened to [Victor's Medal].

Even if you participate in any embarrassing competition, you shouldn't be able to tell who you are.

On the way to the hotel, Xia Ge was walking carefully like a spy. He had to stop and observe whether there were any competitions after walking, because today was a weekend, and many businesses would do various activities on the weekend.

For example, inviting strange men and women to the stage, it is a big challenge. Some strange men and women kiss each other, and it is possible that two men hug each other and kiss each other.

Who can bear this?

Fortunately, the weather was calm along the way and there were no emergencies. I arrived at the Dongyue Hotel safely before a moment.

There were many cars parked at the entrance of the hotel, and the underground parking lot was full, and the road was crowded. Everyone should rush to have a meal.

After entering the hall, I saw a few people queuing up. At the front was a large physical book advertisement with a signing for sugar plus three spoonfuls of sugar.

"It should be here. Why did you sign in advance? Isn't it two o'clock?" Xia Ge thought to himself. He came so early, and there were people in front, but there weren't many people standing first.

"Does the people who come today wear this fashionable clothes?"

Looking at the countless young people in the hall, they were dressed in fancy clothes, and they didn't look like otaku who likes to read novels at all.

He also saw a few big-colored and purple clothes wearing. The pants were all ripped. This was late autumn, and these people were not afraid of the cold.

When she was lined up at the front, Xia Ge found something was wrong.

Why are the people in front of you writing their names and phone numbers?

It was his turn, and Xia Ge was about to hand over the book. He had never seen the reality of sugar and three spoons, and thought this person was the author.

Unexpectedly, the person sitting first handed over a piece of paper and said, "Name and phone number. A simple introduction followed the form to fill in."

He hugged his book in a daze, took the paper and looked at it.

"Register list for the first street dance competition auditions?" Xia Ge was confused.

Didn’t I come to ask for the author’s signature? The posters are obviously correct, can anyone tell me what’s going on?

I saw the people in line who didn't take the books, and thought they were coming to the front to get the new books on the table, but now I realize that it's not the case.

"You are the registration point for the street dance competition!!" Xia Ge said in a trembling voice.

"That's right, we were here early in the morning. We just removed the poster. There is still half an hour to finish. Let's do it with sugar and three spoonfuls. His fans cannot stop him when they come." The staff explained patiently.

Xia Ge really wanted to escape, but he didn't want to participate in the competition! He hid all the way, but he didn't expect to encounter a competition at the last moment.

He let go in front of the camera, but in reality he is still a little shy.

I really want to put down the registration form, but I feel an impulse in my heart.

The winner's medal is triggered passively, and the heartfelt desire to participate in all competitions.

His head was blank, and Xia Ge didn't know how to leave the team.

It seems like I have written my name, ID number, and phone number by myself, right?

After leaving the venue, my mentality became normal and I no longer felt like I was eager to compete.

"Fortunately, as long as you don't get close to the competition, you can completely restrain the urge to participate in the competition." Xia Ge breathed a sigh of relief. This is not a mandatory need to participate. You don't have to be careful in the future.

After relaxing, Xia Ge stood aside. Soon the fans with sugar and three spoonfuls gathered together, and Xia Ge ran over.

Today’s main purpose is to sign, nothing else matters!

Sugar plus three spoonfuls of sugar sat next to a pile of new books under the escort of security, Xia Ge looked at it.

He is at least 1.8 meters tall and has a burly figure that doesn’t look like the internet writer in Xia Ge’s mind.

Moreover, signing for sale will be more boring than expected, so the author buried his head in signing and occasionally said thank you.

On the side of the hall, there were many computers placed. Xia Ge saw many people typing there from a distance.

He asked the short-haired boy in front of him curiously, "Brother, what's going on over there?"

"Aren't you a book fan? Didn't you write the flyer? Today, in addition to signing, there is also a small event. The top 10 of the events have cash rewards of 10,000 to 1,000 yuan. The first place can also have dinner with sugar and three spoons in the evening." said the short-haired boy.

"Event, what kind of activity? It won't be another competition, right?" Xia Ge asked vigilantly.

"Yes, I know what our Sanshao nickname is."

"Tenix monster, the speed of writing novels is 8,000 yuan! This event is for book friends to code a paragraph of text by themselves, with no limit on the content. In short, it must be smooth and logical. According to the speed ranking, there will be rewards for the top ten." The short-haired boy said proudly.

This can be available!

It just so happens that I am short of money now, and the typing competition is not tailor-made for myself?

Xia Ge signed the autograph first, but didn't say anything to the author.

But it doesn't matter. Now the competition is first. No one wants to compete with him for 10,000 yuan! Unless you add three spoons of sugar to your own.

This event was originally prepared for fans, but in fact, most of the people participating in the competition just play.

There is no tentacle monster that can be five or six thousand in an hour, and the fastest one to write is only about three thousand in an hour.

It was Xia Ge's turn soon, and the staff took him to a computer and said, "It takes ten minutes to write logically smooth words. If you shout, I will press the timer when you start."

Xia Ge nodded.

This activity is not prepared sufficiently, and the counting of word count and time is carried out manually.

Xia Ge opened the document and said, "Let's start!"

Need logical and smooth text, Xia Ge started to write without hesitation in the latest chapter of the Lord of Mystery.

The speed is 8,000 words per hour, and Xia Ge's performance exceeded 1,500 words in ten minutes, half a chapter.

After reading it, the staff said in surprise: "Are you writing a novel?"

When others heard this, they were all surprised to catch up. You should know that what others wrote was messy daily life, such as what they did when they got up in the morning and what they did, and a lot of records.

Only Xia Ge plays fast and is logically smooth.

More importantly, the content is very readable and looks like a very wonderful novel.

Now the fastest ten minutes is only more than 850 words. Xia Ge has almost doubled.

Countless people watch Xia Ge like monsters.

Generally, typists can type 70 words per minute for beginners, and normal people are only at this level; intermediates can reach 90 words; advanceds can reach 120 words; professional entrants can reach about 200 words.

But professional entry staff follow the manuscript, if you think about writing yourself, it is not as simple as reading the script.

According to Xia Ge's speed, it has reached 150 words per minute, completely beating everyone present.

Under the shock and admiration of everyone, Xia Ge's name was written on the small blackboard, currently ranked first at 150 words per minute and second at 86 words per minute.

"Sir, leave your phone number and name, and the award ceremony will be held at around five o'clock. The bonus will be awarded. In addition, if you are the first place, you will have dinner with sugar and three spoons in the evening." The staff said politely.

Xia Ge saw that it was only less than 2:30, and it was only more than two hours.

There is nothing to do now, Xia Ge left a phone call to see his dad. There is a small lounge where they work, which contains coffee, juice and other drinks.
Chapter completed!