The previous content might really be what he had memorized in advance!
Now he is clearly at the end of his rope, feeling guilty and wanting to stop, but how could we let him stop at this moment?
It’s like grabbing at a life-saving straw.
Song Fang’s voice was loud, and the audience in the live room heard it clearly, not to mention host Anhong and Lin Yuan sitting in front of the puter.
The camera panned to Song Fang.
The bullet ments were immediately filled with curses.
Of course, there were also supporters among the curses, but their number had dwindled significantly pared to before.
After all, those who are stubborn are few.
Even the most blindly obedient sometimes have their judgment e online.
Lin Yuan said nothing further, continuing to write according to the document. Episode four of "Dream of the Red Chamber" was released, with the extravagant aristocratic life in the red chamber unfolding.
Unfortunate women meet unfortunate men, the monk in the gourd judges the gourd case.
Meanwhile.
Hailed by many as the classical goddess of the Red Chamber, with popularity rivaling Lin Daiyu, and crowned alongside as the top of the Twelve Beauties of Jinling, Xue Baochai makes her formal debut!
Oh.
Li Wan, also among the Twelve Beauties of Jinling, appears in this episode.
The story both follows through and provides foreshadowing, with a storm-like coding speed. Lin Yuan’s hands were clearly striking the keyboard, yet the feeling they conveyed was more like slapping Song Fang’s face.
Crackling sounds.
Without mercy.
During the next half an hour, while Song Fang’s breath trembled, Lin Yuan pleted episode six of "Dream of the Red Chamber" and finally stopped again.
It was none other than episode six.
The famous scene of Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden was just born from his pen.
And at this moment, everyone present became Granny Liu, left dumbfounded by the Chu Kuang’s magnificent Grand View Garden.
The director deliberately cut to an old man, who was number one on the literature list.
This old man was currently looking at the big screen, with a solemn expression, thoughtful, and even a hint of fascination.
Such a reaction was self-evident.
Even though this old man hadn’t uttered a word from start to finish, only silently watching every word Chu Kuang typed, fortunately, it was the Wei Continent’s popular type of wall-mounted screen—long, wide, and big—otherwise, it couldn’t acmodate so many words.
This was the live scene perspective.
The live broadcast perspective had specially allocated a screen to provide a real-time link to the novel, allowing the audience to peruse it, thanks to Blue Star’s cutting-edge technology satisfying such technical needs.
Keep in mind.
In just over an hour, Chu Kuang wrote more than 50,000 words!
This was the result of Lin Yuan intentionally controlling the pace, slowing down somewhat to at least ply with scientific standards, right?
"Shall we continue?"
Sipping tea again, Lin Yuan typed out the same line again.
This time, before Song Fang could jump up, host Anhong jumped in first: "Mr. Song, please follow the rules, do not shout loudly. Do you have any further ments or suggestions?"
"I suspect he’s reciting in advance!"
Cold sweat had pletely soaked through Song Fang’s body, his face akin to expired lipstick; his mental defenses pletely collapsed. Yet, he refused to admit defeat even as he shook while speaking!
Quivering like a sieve.
The scene filled with derisive laughter.
Reciting in advance?
Are you saying Chu Kuang memorized 50,000 words?
Why not say Chu Kuang is an Alien?
The latter at least seems more convincing.
This guy’s typing speed is absurd!
Not to say he’s the fastest on Blue Star, but definitely ranks in the top three!
"As for the advanced recitation point, we can never falsify it. We can only let Teacher Chu Kuang continue writing until you believe it, but he’s already written over 50,000 words. Mr. Song, how many words do you consider enough?"
Song Fang shut himself up, mumbling wordlessly.
"Speak!"
A man next to him, suspected to be a diehard Chu Kuang fan, couldn’t help but shout, glaring at Song Fang with fiery eyes and his voice slightly agitated. He only calmed down after being pointed at by Anhong on stage.
Yet, Song Fang still flinched, feeling like this guy could punch him anytime...
Damn it!
Who arranged the seats?
Made me sit next to a Chu Kuang’s brainless fan!?
At this moment.
Ling Kong suddenly stood up, seemingly speaking to himself: "Is it possible..."
"What?"
Anhong was stunned.
Ling Kong stared intently at the back on stage:
"If one knew Chu Kuang would one day slip up and had long since prepared for today’s drama, then this so-called miracle in front is no surprise, right?"
"Exactly!"
"pletely possible!"
"Given Chu Kuang’s current status, having such foresight shouldn’t be surprising, should it?"
Unwillingness.
Such unwillingness!
Rather than Ling Kong trying to convince others, it was more like he was trying to convince himself.
Convince himself that there’s something wrong with Chu Kuang!
Sigh.
Someone sighed.
Ling Kong, at this moment, looked somewhat pathetic.
The only supporter was Song Fang, who, as a lackey, disregarded order again and raised his voice, though now heavily distorted, assumptive of a shameless villain from a drama:
"pletely possible!"
At this moment, people finally realized drama indeed es from life; look at the vivid villain image portrayed by Song Fang.
It should end.
This farce.
Many had this thought, and now people were most eager about two things:
First, when will Chu Kuang reveal his face?
Second, when will the next part of "Dream of the Red Chamber" be released?
But to everyone’s surprise, Chu Kuang started typing again, a paragraph appeared on the giant screen: "Since you say I memorized over 50,000 words in advance, writing another 50,000 words will inevitably fail to awaken those feigning sleep. Why don’t you pose a topic then, whatever genre piques your interest?"
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