Wang Zinc hates dirty things.

He can't control others, but he always ensures that things related to himself are neat and clean as much as possible.

He likes to live and study regularly and plan, get up on time in the morning and go to bed on time in the evening.

I listen carefully in class, go to the library to study hard in my spare time, and drink 2,000 ml of warm water every day, and change my clothes, pants, and even towels every day.

When you return to the dormitory, the first thing you do is to clean and check the cleanliness of various blind spots.

Even though it was late autumn and the water in the bathroom made people frown coldly, Wang Zin still wiped the desk with a soaked rag every day.

November 3rd is another new week.

The weather gets colder and the wind is like a maniac. You can always find tricky angles, drill into the cracks of people's clothes, and greedily suck the temperature.

Wang Zinc got up at six o'clock on time, climbed down the ladder, patted Xun Liang's bed, and then patted Jiang Miao's bed: "I've cleaned it in the morning, get up."

Morning brushing is a key point for students in the School of Finance to obtain sports scores.

Every morning from 6:30 to 7:30 is the time for morning jogging.

Everyone has to take the student card and run around the school’s asphalt road for a full 2,000 meters, swipe the card and sign in at five card swipe points, and complete the morning jog within the specified time.

Running 12 times in a semester will only be considered as meeting the standard.

“Um…”

The heavy and depressed moans came from the bed, which was a scene where humans were fighting bravely with the quilt.

After Wang Zinc finished washing from the bathroom, only Jiang Miao successfully broke free from the embrace of the quilt, and Xun Liang was still addicted to the warm bewitching of the quilt.

"It actually got up?" Wang Zinc looked at Jiang Miao in surprise.

"Cough..." Jiang Miao cleared his throat, "Senior sister asked me to run together this morning yesterday."

"Oh." Wang Zin's face suddenly became cold and turned around and walked out of the dormitory door.

Jiang Miao, who was behind, followed with a smile, but Wang Zin said he didn't want to pay attention to him.

After going downstairs, Wang Zin saw Su Huaizhu standing at the door with a clever smile on his face, waved his hand to Jiang Miao, and then helped the little sheep to Jiang Miao's side.

"Do you ride or me?" Su Huaixiang blinked at Jiang Miao.

Jiang Miao's injured knee had already recovered. He simply rode on the little lamb and took his senior sister away.

Wang Zinc walked behind, looking at the scene calmly, but occasionally he would subconsciously look around.

Walking out of the cultivation area, Wang Zinc brushed a shared bicycle, rode to the school, took the student card and swiped it at the card point, and slowly started the morning jog.

At half past six, I swiped my card at the last location, finished my morning jog, went back to Xiuye ​​District for breakfast, and bought one more for Xun Liang to bring.

When I returned to the dormitory, it was almost seven o'clock in the morning.

They had no classes on Monday morning, Wang Zin called Xun Liang, and saw that he was still sleeping, so he wrote a note and placed it on Xun Liang's desk with breakfast.

Then he packed his schoolbag, took a water cup, and then carried the quilt off the bed.

He went downstairs with his schoolbag carrying a quilt, and Wang Zinc put the quilt on the drying pole on the lawn next to the dormitory building, and then prepared to go to the library.

After finding a location in the library, put the water cup, spread the book, and straightened the back. Wang Zinc began to read the book seriously.

I occasionally take a sip of water in the middle, pick up a pen and mark the key points on the pages, and do the questions on the draft. Time flies very quickly.

It was almost ten o'clock in the morning, Wang Zinc picked up the water cup again and wanted to drink water, but found that the water cup was empty.

Then he subconsciously glanced at his side.

The seats are empty.

After two or three seconds of stunned , Wang Zin came to his senses , got up and poured water to the water drinker .

He originally thought he could adapt slowly.

But it is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. This is indeed a famous saying.

Half a month has passed, but the traces left by some people still cannot be erased.

Always disturbing him.

This made him feel a little uncomfortable with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

He was obviously used to following someone around him, but he was driven away.

Now I have to spend more time getting used to studying alone.

This has led to his learning efficiency declining recently.

Just as Wang Zin was thinking about these things on the way to pour water, the two people passing by were orthogonal and head-to-ear.

"I see the weather forecast that it will rain at noon."

"Ah? I just saw that the weather was fine?"

"Look at it again, it's already dark."

"Fuck! My clothes have not been collected yet."

After the person next to him said this, Wang Zin subconsciously looked at the sky outside the window and found that it was indeed gloomy.

So he frowned and started packing his schoolbag after returning to his seat.

Although he hates that something outside the plan happens, there is no need to worry about the quilt hanging downstairs.

Before the rain could rain, Wang Zinc carried his schoolbag and rushed back.

He rushed back to the downstairs of the dormitory and hurriedly picked up the quilt, and Wang Zin walked towards the dormitory.

...

After running with my senior in the morning in the morning, Jiang Miao had a sweet breakfast with her senior and took her to the teaching building to class.

It was already past eight o'clock when I returned to the dormitory.

Xun Liang had breakfast and went back to bed to sleep. According to the usual trend, this guy would not get up until noon.

Chen Haotang was busy delivering takeaways, while Wang Zin was busy spending time in the library.

Rounding is like he is the only one in the dormitory.

So Jiang Miao started to write with peace of mind and did not go to bed with his laptop.

But Jiang Miao only coded for more than half an hour and couldn't help but turn on his phone and ran to the author's group to Shuiqun.

After all, today is a special day.

November 3!

Although it is not a special festival, at 10 o'clock on the 3rd of each month, it is the day when Qidian Chinese website settles the royalties for the previous month.

In the past, Jiang Miao could only look up to the big guys in the group. Whenever he saw the big guys pay thousands or tens of thousands of dollars in royalties, he could only drool in his envy.

But I only have two or three thousand yuan per month royalty.

Even most of the time, he couldn't even get the 600 yuan of full attendance award, and he didn't have much subscription at all, so the monthly royalty is only a few hundred yuan.

It was not until the results of the book were improved slightly.

But because he was still in high school at that time, he couldn't guarantee updates every day.

Even if the final order has reached 1,500, the monthly income is actually only about 2,000.

But this time, the situation is completely different!

Just a few days ago, the average subscription of "My Girlfriend is a Million Fan Up Master" has officially exceeded 4,000.

The total subscription volume in October exceeded 400,000, which was converted into royalties, and directly exceeded the 10,000 mark.

In addition to the rewards from Quanshi and readers last month, especially the blessing of his father-in-law's Silver Alliance, many bigwigs said that he would probably receive more than 20,000 royalties this month.

20,000 yuan.

What is this concept?

Jiang Miao now gives him 2,000 yuan in living expenses every month.

20,000 yuan is just ten months of living expenses!

He doesn't need so much money to eat normally. Even if the food is better in a month, it will only cost about 1,000 yuan.

So the 20,000 yuan royalty, let alone ten months of food expenses, is enough for two years.

But this is just his monthly royalties.

For freshmen who have just entered college, although this income is far from comparable to the business tycoons in the Rebirth article, it is really an exaggeration.

As long as his book does not make any mistakes, updates it well, and the plot is guaranteed to be highlighted. After a year, his writer level can quickly grow from small v1 to v5.

Although v5 is actually quite common, the actual number is indeed rare compared to the huge number of online writers.

The threshold is actually very simple, it is divided by the author's annual income.

v2 is 10,000 yuan.

v3 is 20,000 yuan.
To be continued...