"Damn, whose alien is this?"

When Jiang Shangpeng returned to the dormitory, he saw Ning Yi's notebook with a strong high-tech style all over his body.

"Ning Yi's."

Qi Chuang said: "He is a low-key rich man."

"Really or not?"

Jiang Shangpeng looked at Ning Yi, obviously not convinced him.

"The rich man dare not be a tycoon, so he has some pocket money."

Ning Yi said with a smile.

"A notebook worth 40,000 yuan is also called pocket money?"

Qiao Nanlin just searched for the price of this notebook and then complained: "If you call pocket money, my living expenses of several thousand yuan a month are simply a beggar."

"Wait, Ning Yi, if you are so rich, you will never have a girlfriend?"

Jiang Shangpeng still couldn't understand.

"Uh, they don't know if I have money."

Ning Yi can't say that he was actually nothing half a month ago.

"That's right, some girls nowadays are too realistic."

Jiang Shangpeng nodded in agreement deeply.

"No matter what, Ning Yi, do you use a computer now?"

Qiao Nanlin asked, "If you don't need it, I'll play the game first. I've never used such a good computer."

"You play, but the computer is clean and needs to be downloaded separately."

Ning Yi said indifferently.

"It's okay, I'll read the novel for a while."

Qiao Nanlin opened the alien and praised: "It is worthy of being a computer worth 40,000 yuan. The startup speed is 45 seconds, which is awesome!"

Ning Yi did not answer when he heard this, because just when Qiao Nanlin said "read a little novel", the God-Rao system issued a prompt again.

"Random task is being generated...the random task has been generated, please check it as soon as possible!"

After completing the last dog-legged task, Ning Yi has not received a random task for two days.

[How can a rich man not have his own unique reading philosophy]: Please find a novel in Qidian Novel and then add at least 100,000 popularity to it.

[Task Reward]: 10 experience points; a basic lottery.

[Punishment of failure]: Deduct the host's reputation value by 100,000 yuan.

"no……"

After reading the task introduction, Ning Yi couldn't help but complain: "I said, "I said, do you feel uncomfortable when you see that I have money in my card? You have to spend it before giving up?"

According to the system's requirements, Ning Yi needed to find a niche book among the tens of thousands of novels on Qidian Novel Network, and then add at least 100,000 to that book.

As for how to increase popularity?

Just spend money.

As an old bookworm, Ning Yi knew that Qidian had no idea how many novels were stored in the library every day, and how many novels were updated. The novels that book friends could see were either favored by the editor and given to the recommendation position, or they were among the top sales list.

According to the system's requirements, Ning Yi can only choose those niche books, that is, he will automatically exclude those books that can be listed in the recommended position.

Therefore, if Ning Yi wants to complete the task, he can only choose a niche book first and then spend money, so that the novel appears on the sales rankings, and then continues to be exposed on the list, which increases the popularity of the novel.

As for whom is going to spend money?

It can only be Ning Yi’s salary of 50 million!

Anyway, the money provided by the system can only be used for Ning Yi to consume it himself.

In the face of Ning Yi's complaints, the system did not respond at all.

"Forget it, I'd better take this time to find a novel that can meet the system requirements."

Ning Yi had long guessed that the system would not answer, so he directly clicked on the mobile phone and started looking for his niche books.

Ning Yi searched for several hours, including when the four of them were having dinner in the school cafeteria in their dormitory, Ning Yi kept looking for novels.

In fact, he has found a lot of novels, but those novels either do not meet the system's requirements and are directly passed by the system; or the system has passed it, but Ning Yi feels that no matter how much money he spends, those novels will not be liked by others.

...

Zhou Jingfei is 31 years old this year and is a rural primary school teacher.

"Jingfei, just listen to your mom, let's not be a teacher in that small mountain village, okay?"

As usual, after answering his mother's phone call, her mother persuaded Zhou Jingfei on the other end of the phone.

"But, mom, I can't bear to leave these children."

Zhou Jingfei looked at the joyful look of several pale and thin children jumping in the simple playground of the school, and said with a smile.

...

When he was in college, he accidentally participated in an event and learned that there were some left-behind children in many mountain villages, especially their educational situation was very worrying.

When Zhou Jingfei saw the eyes of those left-behind children in the school's propaganda newspaper, his heart beat violently-

I'm going to the mountains!

I want to teach them knowledge!

I want them to see the world outside the mountains!

With this idea, after graduating from university, Zhou Jingfei did not choose to stay in Shanghai, but came directly to a small village in a remote mountainous area.

He stayed here for eight years!

From the age of 23 to 31, Zhou Jingfei devoted almost the best eight years of his life to this mountain village primary school.

...

"Mom knows that you can't bear to leave those children, but son, you have to think about yourself too!"

The mother's voice on the phone was extremely sincere, "For this job, you have lost your girlfriend, what can you do in the future!"

Zhou Jingfei was slightly silent when he heard this, and felt very sad.

...

He and his girlfriend have been dating since high school, and they are even more inseparable from college. The two made a vow early and got married immediately after graduation.

However, after graduation, Zhou Jingfei came to the mountain village to teach, while his girlfriend stayed in the prosperous Shanghai.

Originally, my girlfriend was waiting for Zhou Jingfei, waiting for the man she recognized to be suddenly changed.

But, a year has passed...

Two years have passed...

Three years have passed...

After five years passed, Zhou Jingfei's girlfriend finally couldn't help it anymore and made her last call on Zhou Jingfei on a heavy rainy night.

On the phone, she begged Zhou Jingfei, hoping that the other party would return to Shanghai and to her side due to the relationship between them for seven years.

But Zhou Jingfei's answer is just like-

I can't bear to leave those children!

So, on that rainy night, Zhou Jingfei's tears flew with the rain.

...

"Okay, mom won't say it anymore, I know you like kids,"

The mother's voice choked on the phone, "But can you ask you something, can you stop spending your salary on those children? I heard that in order to make the children eat well and live well, you spend all your salary on buying meat and clothes for the children... But you don't even touch some oil and water... How can this be done!"

"Mom, it's okay. I'm still young. Can I continue to make money?"

Zhou Jingfei pretended to be indifferent and said, "And I am also writing novels online now. In addition to my salary, I can also earn some income every month."

"Don't lie to mom. I've asked all of you. The novel you wrote can't even earn 500 yuan a month."

My mother's voice on the phone became more and more uncomfortable, "But just for this little money, you have to write a book until one or two o'clock every night before going to bed."

"Mom, it's okay. My novel has not been discovered now. After that, the royalties will definitely continue to rise."

Zhou Jingfei sniffed and said, "Okay, mom, the children are going to go to class, I'll die first, bye."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Jingfei couldn't help but wipe the corners of his eyes, then rubbed his cheeks hard, and then smiled again, and walked into the dilapidated classroom.

"Have a stand, hello teacher!"

Suddenly, the children's clear voices of children were remembered in the classroom.

...
To be continued...