Two-dimensional Seeding System

Chapter 27 The strongest writer in the world is logging in

The most unbearable thing is that one of the plots actually wrote that the villain forced the heroine in front of the protagonist.

He can only say one thing about this kind of book: Damn mental retardation!

This kind of book can actually be published and editors are blind! It's no wonder that the sales volume is only 220,000 volumes, and not everyone is a masochist. If he were a reader, he would definitely send a bunch of blades.

As a perfectionist, he came out of a post from a certain post, inheriting the concept of taking everything everywhere, no thunder and no depression, the thunder plot must be changed, and we must not leave any regrets!

Ye Feng silently set a goal for himself. He planned to revise the plot of "The Silver Wolf of Reincarnation" and then register a new writer's name to write a work. As for the original one, he didn't want to use it.

Opening a new book is not a whim. On the one hand, his interests can be used to adjust his life, and on the other hand, he can earn living expenses.

Of course, with his strength, he can go to a bank or a rich man's house to "borrow" some money or something, but he doesn't want to do it, because doing so would lose the fun.

Enjoying travel in different dimensions during missions, this is the life he yearns for.

At the same time, in the room opposite Ye Feng's door, Izumi Sagiri had already calmed down at this time, put the pillow in her arms aside, and then turned on the light.

She got up and put the items that were thrown everywhere on the ground back to their original positions, and then lightly walked to the door and glanced at the opposite room.

Seeing that Ye Feng was not peeking at her, he breathed a sigh of relief. He returned to the bed and picked up the digital screen to start drawing.

Usually whenever she paints, no matter how anxious or irritable she is, she can always calm down, but now when she picks up a pen, the embarrassing scene just now always comes to her mind.

At the same time, his cheeks flushed slightly, and his chest began to "plop".

Absentmindedly, she drew a few strokes at will, frowned to clear it, drew a few strokes and cleared it again, repeated several times and simply stopped drawing, and threw the digital screen aside.

"Brother, you idiot! You're going to bother me when you go out."

"But it's strange. Why does he know that I'm Mr. Erroblin. It seems that my brother has a lot of secrets from me."

"I'll ask him when I have time tomorrow."

Izumi Sagiri muttered, turned on her laptop and started surfing the Internet, and recalled her previous works to enjoy.

In the picture is a pink-haired girl with bunny ears. She is looking back and smiling, but she smiles reluctantly. Her clothes are damaged in many places and she seems to have experienced a war.

"Mr. Yefeng is also true. He killed such a cute girl unceremoniously."

She sighed regretfully and stopped looking at the paintings. She exchanged painting skills with other artists in the forum for a while. After she looked up and saw that the hour hand on the clock pointed to eleven o'clock, she yawned and immediately covered the quilt. fell asleep.

ps: What is Ye Feng's new pen name better?

Chapter 28 Ye Feng's Dark Cuisine?

The second day.

Ye Feng got up very early, because he was a student and was currently in the first year of high school at the "Adachi Ward Fourth High School", so he had to go to bed and get up early.

Originally, he could have slept later, but he had to prepare half a day's meals in advance.

At school, he didn't eat in the cafeteria, but ate bento made by himself. Not only that, Sagiri, who lives at home, is also a kitchen idiot. On weekdays, he is not only responsible for housework, but also for three meals a day.

He even maliciously thought that if one day he forgot to prepare the lunch in advance, would the other party be too hungry to run out and go to school to catch him back to cook.

As the male protagonist, he must be proficient in cooking. Since he inherited the memory of Masamune Izumi, Ye Feng naturally knows how to make bento.

He was humming an unknown song, holding a frying pan in one hand, and quickly knocking an egg with the other hand, separating the eggshell and the yolk with a very skilled technique, and throwing it into the pot.

And just after Ye Feng's scrambled eggs came out of the pot, the floor on the roof suddenly rang.

At the same time, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he raised his head and responded, "Alright, alright, don't rush me, breakfast will be served right away!"

This is the unique way of chatting between Izumi Sagiri and him, commonly known as floor language, and Ye Feng himself is floor language level ten.

In the years of contact, he is familiar with the meanings conveyed by the other person stepping on the floor. This language is not understood by anyone in this world except him.

For example, it is the same as two steps, but there are differences in severity. A light step has one meaning, and a heavy step has another meaning.

Just like just now, Izumi Sagiri stepped on the floor four times in total, meaning: Why hasn't breakfast been ready yet?

"Well, yes, it has perfectly inherited the cooking skills of the other party. Although the level is a little worse than before, it is completely impossible to notice if you taste it carefully."

Ye Feng picked up his chopsticks, picked up a small piece of the dish and sent it to his mouth to taste, squinting and giving himself a thumbs up.

In addition to the dishes that Izumi Masamune cooked in the past, he also specially cooked Chinese dishes, because he was more accustomed to eating this way.

It's just that this skill belongs to inheritance, I just don't know if it still exists after leaving this world.

He put down his chopsticks and arranged the dishes to look good. He subconsciously picked up a card and was about to write on it, but after thinking about it, he threw it away.

It seems that this thing is no longer needed, and the door has been torn down by him...

Ye Feng walked upstairs with a plate, but saw Hequan Shawu standing at the door, looking at the empty door frame with a tangled face. There were still wooden boards that had not completely fallen, and it seemed to be telling the cruel atrocities suffered last night. .

"Don't come in! Just put the plate on the ground as before."

She pursed her lips, glared at Ye Feng when she saw Ye Feng going upstairs, and then turned around to leave the other person behind.

At this time, Izumi Sagiri was wearing a loose white nightgown, covering all her petite body. Because she had just woken up, she had not yet had time to dress up, so her white hair was scattered, even her usual pink bow hair accessories. Not tied.

But even so, in Ye Feng's eyes, this beautiful scenery is still unobstructed. Through the loose pajamas, the slender waist and the small buttocks, everything can be seen.

The current Izumi Sagiri is only twelve years old, so her body has not yet fully developed, and she can be regarded as a loli, but it is precisely this weak temperament that can stimulate the desire to protect others.

Chapter 28 Ye Feng's Dark Cuisine?

The current Izumi Sagiri is only twelve years old, so her body has not yet fully developed, and she can be regarded as a loli, but it is precisely this weak temperament that can stimulate the desire to protect others.

However, it is such a petite body that strikes Ye Feng's cuteness, so cute that he rushes up to hold him in his arms and take good care of him.

What? You say the maximum death penalty starts in three years?

I'm sorry, Ye Feng thinks he can only protect himself in the high-level world, but in this low-level technology world, he is simply invincible! Who dares to sentence him to death? I am afraid that the old birthday star will get tired of eating arsenic.

Three years of blood earned, the death penalty is not a loss!

"Hey, our sister Sagiri is really pretty." Ye Feng suddenly laughed out loud.

Feeling Ye Feng's scorching gaze, Hequan Sagiri couldn't bear it anymore. She wanted to scold her as a pervert, but she didn't know that the other party said another compliment to her.

Suddenly, two red clouds flew up on his cheeks, and the word "perverted" that he was about to say was thrown somewhere.

"Quick... go to school, don't be late!"

After speaking, like a frightened little white rabbit, he sneaked into the house, jumped on the bed and covered himself with a quilt.

Ye Feng put breakfast at the door and smiled at Hequan Shawu in the room, "You have to eat it early, it will be cold later." After that, she went downstairs and started to eat breakfast.

Then he prepared his own lunch box. After changing into the school uniform, he sorted out the textbooks that he needed to carry. Before going out, he picked up the shoes on the shoe rack and shook them on the ground twice to put them on.

At the same time, Hequan Shawu on the second floor got out of bed, then walked quietly to the door with his feet on his feet, put his right hand on the door frame, and carefully stuck out half of his head to observe secretly, until he confirmed that Ye Feng was not there. Breakfast served on the floor.

Putting the plate on the table, she dragged the round cushion on the side, then knelt on it, picked up chopsticks and started to enjoy breakfast.

Only then did she realize that today's cuisine was a little different from usual, and it seemed to be more delicious. Not only that, she also added new dishes, which were somewhat the same as Chinese cuisine.

After tasting it for a while, he began to mutter: "Brother has changed a lot. I must ask him clearly when he comes back tonight."

"But speaking of it, today's new dishes are really delicious. When did my brother learn Chinese cooking?"

While eating breakfast, she did not forget to turn on the computer and log in to the forum, exchanged her painting experience with other painters, and commented on the paintings while chewing food.

At this moment, Ye Feng's voice came from downstairs: "Sister Sagiri, you have changed a lot today, and you must continue to work hard in the future!"

"Then, I'm going out."

He Quan Shawu's face showed an inexplicable look as soon as the voice fell. She silently ate her last bite of breakfast, then got up and went to the window. Through the glass, she saw Ye Feng downstairs smiling and waving to her.

"Brother... I'm getting more and more annoying..."

ps: Sister Sagiri is mine, you all draw your swords! (_)

Chapter 29 Kanban Mistress Chie Takasago

Naturally, Izumi Shawu's small movements could not be concealed from Ye Feng. Whenever Izumi Zhengzong went out, the other party would always stand by the window and watch him leave silently.

After saying goodbye to Heizumi Sagiri, Ye Feng walked towards the school he remembered, but someone stopped him when he passed a bookstore.

"A Feng, A Feng wait for me!"

He heard the sound and turned his head. This is a two-story building, which is particularly conspicuous among the high-rise buildings around it. There is a shop on the first floor. Looking up, the sign reads "Takasago Bookstore".

And the one who stopped him was a girl wearing the same style of school uniform, who was standing at the door waving to him, so Ye Feng smiled and walked over.

This is a beautiful girl with long gorgeous and smooth black hair and plump twin peaks. Unlike the petite Izumi Sagiri, the former is mostly cute, while the latter is full of youthful breath.

Tomoe Takasago, the signature clerk of Takasago Bookstore, can also be said to be a kanban girl. She usually wakes up later than him, so she can't meet one.

But today was an accident. She happened to bump into Ye Feng when she was going out, so she stopped her.

"Ah Feng, let's go together."

"What a coincidence, you usually wake up late." Ye Feng and Takasago Chihui walked side by side to the school.

Since the two were very close, a faint fragrance drifted into his nose at this time, and he couldn't help feeling a little relaxed when he looked at each other's tall and straight twin peaks and beautiful face.

"I can't help it. I was urged by my mother to get up, so I had to get up early."

Chie Takasago shook her head helplessly, shrugged her shoulders, waved her hand, and then said, "By the way, Ah Feng watched Mr. Erromanga's live broadcast last night, what does the other party look like?"

"You mean Mr. Erromanga? She wore a mask during the live broadcast, and no one saw her true face."

Ye Fengkou said dutifully, although he knew that Teacher Erromanga was Izumi Masagiri, but he didn't want others to know for the time being.

"Oh, that's a pity, but I like Mr. Elmi's painting style more than her painting skills."

"Mr. Elmi?" Ye Feng wondered, he didn't remember such a person.

"You don't know about Mr. Elmi, who is as famous as Mr. Erromanga?"

Hearing Ye Feng's disapproving tone, the next moment Takasago Chihui said with bulging cheeks: "Mr. Elmi is the illustrator who is responsible for the novels of Mr. Yamada Goblin, who can control a variety of painting styles, and is active in both illustration and comics. , known as the almighty painter!"

Seeing Zhihui Takasago's cute and angry look, Ye Feng smiled and said, "Okay, I get it, she's your favorite artist, right?"

"Hmph, that goes without saying."

"But Ah Feng, your work "Reincarnated Silver Wolf" is really not going to write a sequel? Although the sales volume is only 220,000 volumes, if you continue to write it, it will increase a lot of popularity."

When he mentioned "Reincarnated Silver Wolf", Ye Feng began to feel depressed. How could the other party mention this failed work? He remembered the story in the book where the heroine was raped by the villain, and said unhappily: "Don't mention this broken book. , is simply a shame for our generation of writers!"

"I plan to revise the plot to make the story more perfect so that readers can enjoy it physically and mentally, instead of wanting to beat people."

Chapter 29 Kanban Mistress Chie Takasago

"I plan to revise the plot to make the story more perfect so that readers can enjoy it physically and mentally, instead of wanting to beat people."

After listening to this, Tomoe Takasago covered her mouth and chuckled: "How can a writer criticize his own work, but that means Ah Feng, do you plan to change the style of writing?"

"It's right to think so. Many readers have complained to me that the battle essays written by Teacher Yefeng are too boring and depressing."

"Take the "Fantasy Demon Sword Biography" written by Seiji Qianshou Village, whose style is similar to yours, for example, it's much more interesting for you to write."

After speaking, Chie Takasago took out a light novel from her backpack and read it in front of Ye Feng, and Ye Feng saw the cover, which was the third volume of "Fantasy Demon Sword".

"Does he even bring light novels to school? No wonder he's an idiot with terrible academic performance." Ye Feng couldn't help shaking his head.

"It's up to you." Takasago Zhihui raised her head and glared at Ye Feng, then handed the light novel to the other side, and then pointed to the content with her right index finger and said, "Look at it for yourself, there is a character written by you here. Rabbits are exactly the same, but they were not killed by someone unceremoniously."

Ye Feng took a look at "Fantasy Demon Sword", and the content and concept of it are indeed roughly the same as what he wrote. It is better to say that the other party is completely imitating his writing.

One of the similar characters is not called Red Rabbit but Pink Rabbit, and he didn't sacrifice it. On the contrary, in the final battle, he overpowered the male protagonist and suddenly broke out to kill the villain.

Ye Feng was a little speechless, what kind of development is this? The emotional male protagonist is just soy sauce, and it all depends on the female protagonist to play the output.

But despite this, the whole story is still wonderfully written and full of fun. It is not unreasonable that such a light novel has sold 14 million volumes.

Compared with "Fantasy Demon Sword Legend", his "Reincarnated Silver Wolf" is simply scum.

No, it should be better than scum. This kind of garbage should be flushed down the toilet!

"There's no other way. I used to be too closed-minded, so I plan to make a comeback recently and face my readers with a new image."

Ye Feng shrugged helplessly and said, "A new writer's name and a new work are being conceived. You will be able to see it soon. By then, there will be a **** storm!"

"Oh? Then I'll wait and see."