Chapter 4 Tom's High School Grades Are Not Ideal

Early morning.

A purple red dawn appeared in the sky, like a blooming red rose, incredibly magnificent.

On the ground, on the budding flower buds, crystal clear dewdrops flickered, appearing full of vitality.

Bai Ye tossed and turned on the ship several times, unable to sleep.

He lowered his head to look.

The large pendulum placed vertically is too hard.

"Alas!"

Bai Ye sighed.

In his past life, he also underwent special training. Although he couldn't turn the wheels, he was by no means comparable to ordinary people.

But now, with the blessing of the template of our motherland, even if it is Ai, it may have to kneel on the ground and call it Ba Ba.

Even if it's used to smash iron walnuts, there's no problem.

It's just too strong and uncomfortable!

Start the ship.

After taking a cold shower in the bathroom, Bai Ye finally managed to calm down.

After washing up, Bai Ye had a simple breakfast and began to think about the next steps.

Looking for a woman again?

Forget it, after pushing the San Fernando Valley horizontally, his body can handle it, but his spirit can't handle it either!

Now that he has entered the time of great sages, he doesn't even want to touch women in the short term.

It's Cindy Crawford, who gritted his teeth and swallowed it hard just to upgrade his biological power field as soon as possible

Okay, that's a bit forced.

Cindy Crawford is still very fragrant.

In short, Bai Ye now wants to broaden the channels for earning points.

"Behavior that is close to the people of our country can earn points..." Bai Ye pondered for a moment, "What is the most core trait of a Chinese person?"

False Superman: Without affinity, alone, not loved by the masses; Serious expression, inner struggle, lacking leadership style; Afraid of green stones, weak in ability, defeated by Earthlings wearing bat suits.

True Superman: gentle and approachable, taking photos with fans, approachable, widely loved by the masses; Smile with confidence, inner determination, and showcasing personal charm; No fatal weakness, invincible, just afraid of cyberbullying.

"Fans!"

Bai Ye quickly grasped the key point.

Chinese people are essentially children who lack love, so they crave attention and the admiration and love of their fans.

If his true identity is discovered by others, causing him to lose fans, no one will love him, so as the strongest man on Earth, he is actually afraid of cyberbullying.

"The question is, how do we get fans?"

After much thought and contemplation.

Bai Ye took out his phone and started searching:

"Let me see, who has the most fans in the world?"

"Michael Jackson? 2 billion fans? This amount of hype is too much, there are only over 6 billion people worldwide!"

"Well, it seems that gaining fans through popular culture is also a path!"

Bai Ye touched his chin:

"Anyway, you can give it a try first."

He is not very good at singing and dancing, and movies and TV dramas have too long cycles.

I thought about it again.

"Novel!"

This is the most effective way to face the public at any time with low time cost.

A cup of tea, a pack of cigarettes, a computer code for a day.

In his past life, Bai Ye also tried writing online articles and spent a whole day... then gave up, it was so torturous.

Now, I can definitely become a copyist myself!

Before being hit and killed by Bai Ye, I had also seen that the popularity and craziness of online articles were not inferior to those of the entertainment industry.

"Whether it's successful or not, give it a try first."

Bai Ye came to the computer desk, opened the computer, found the website, and started registering an account under the pen name "Ancestor".

After everything is done.

Bai Ye began to activate the ability of his super brain LV2 and began to recall the classic online articles he had read.

At this moment, Bai Ye's brain is like a USB flash drive, and the memories hidden deep in the brain are quickly retrieved.

"It has to be said that this ability is almost at the same level of a bug as a biological force field. Unfortunately, Superman doesn't need it."

Bai Ye shook her head slightly.

Does Superman have a brain?

Of course there is!

But he never uses it.

Superman relies on his super brain and steel body to avoid fatigue, which means he doesn't have to sleep to ensure his brain runs 24 hours a day.

Then, his neural response speed, as can be inferred from his daily and small flash ratio, should be similar to that of a small flash.

Finally, his knowledge accumulation, the knowledge of over a dozen galaxies and countless civilizations obtained by Krypton, is all in his mind.

So, if someone fights Superman, the process should be like this - first use physical strength to ride a dragon on his face, if he can't fight, then search for information in his mind within a microsecond to see if there is a way to defeat his opponent and plan hundreds of plans. If not, then spend another microsecond to escape. However, in reality, Superman always uses his fists to go straight up.

"Pop pop pop!"

Bai Ye doesn't need to think about the plot at all, just paste and copy from his mind, and then [super speed] comes into play, typing quickly on the keyboard.

In an hour, Bai Ye produced 30000 words.

This is still the result of keyboard friction overheating, which forced Bai Ye to adjust the speed.

Otherwise, it's not impossible to write 100000 words per hour.

"Upload!"

Bai Ye twisted her neck, stood up to move her body, went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door, took out a can of beer, opened it with her fingers, took a big sip, and then returned to the computer desktop, waiting for the result.

Ten minutes, half an hour, one hour

"What the hell? This is a classic and refreshing article that has withstood the test of time. It's impossible that it won't generate fans!"

Bai Ye puzzled and said:

"Is it because this method doesn't work?"

Grass!

Waste of labor and capital time!

If I had known it wouldn't work, I would have used this time to find supermodels and female celebrities to play.

Bai Ye kicked the computer desk in frustration.

I just want to turn off the computer and go out and play around with a few ladies before we talk.

"Huh?"

Bai Ye suddenly saw that the page had turned into an irregular online website.

I should have kicked that kick. I accidentally moved the mouse and keyboard.

"Hmm..."

After pondering for a moment, Bai Ye decided to go and investigate first before making any further decisions.

Well, this is a critical perspective.

If this website is too irregular, then he will report it casually to prevent these dirty things from contaminating children's minds.

After watching for a while

"What, these things are written too poorly, without any ups and downs, without genuine emotions, they are all unique. It is the details that determine success or failure. What about the details here?"

Bai Ye shook his head repeatedly.

"It seems that I have to broaden your horizons!"

Bai Yezhi arrived, rolled up his sleeves, and re registered a pen name for "no umbrella after rain" on this website.

The next step is to create a work.

At this point, Bai Ye hesitated again, with many classic works in his mind. What should he write?

Direct copying of Dalala is also not good, and some localization modifications need to be carried out.

Bai Ye lit a cigarette, pondered for a long time, and finally started writing:

"Tom's high school grades are not ideal..."