Chapter 130: The Magic Mirror
The night moon hung high, its clear and cold light flowing like Water, and the pearl-like stars dotted the sky, making the Milky Way appear exceptionally beautiful.
Moonlight spilled across Li Xingkong's face, revealing his deeply furrowed brow.
"I'm so hungry. I should have known better than to write novels."
He clutched his stomach, uttering what sounded like a dream.
Ultimately, the excessive hunger woke him up.
He woke up, looked around blankly, sighed, tied the rope around his rumbling stomach, lay down, and went back to sleep.
Unfortunately, the rope could no longer hold back his gnawing hunger; he hadn't eaten for a day.
"What should I do?"
Li Xingkong gritted his teeth, struggled in place for a long time, and finally, he went to retrieve a hidden pack of instant noodles.
"This is my food for tomorrow. If I eat it all today, there will be none left for tomorrow..."
"Gugu gu..." His stomach rumbled again.
"Never mind!" Li Xingkong gritted his teeth: "I'll eat half and save the other half for tomorrow! Tomorrow, after I finish coding the updated chapters, I'll go to the trash heap to look for bottles, take them to the recycling center to sell, and I should still be able to buy a White steamed bun and make do for another day."
Speaking of White steamed buns, Li Xingkong's mouth watered. That sweet taste... it had been so long since he had eaten a White steamed bun!
When Li Xingkong opened the instant noodle bag, he immediately froze.
Damn, there was no seasoning packet inside.
"Never mind, I'm too hungry! I'll eat it even without the seasoning packet!"
He hid half of the noodle cake, saving it for tomorrow's food.
Once the instant noodles were ready, he took a bite. The taste was indeed a bit bland. What should he do?
Li Xingkong thought for a moment, then stirred the bowl with his dirty fingers.
He tasted it again, and the flavor was indeed much better.
Li Xingkong smiled broadly as he ate and drank all the instant noodles, soup and Water included.
Seeing a faint layer of oil still on the bowl, he thought about it. He couldn't waste the seasoning, so he licked the bowl sparkling clean, cleaner than if it had been washed with dish soap.
"Now this is what I call a 'Clean Plate Campaign'!" Li Xingkong was happy with his frugality.
After slightly filling his stomach, Li Xingkong lay down and continued to sleep.
A moment later, he heard a squeaking sound. He rose in confusion and pursued the source of the sound.
When he saw where the sound was coming from, his eyes widened. Damn, rats were stealing his food for tomorrow.
"Damn it, you dare to steal my daily food? Then I'll eat you first!"
Li Xingkong's anger rose, and he lunged at the rats.
Unfortunately, he had the will, but not the ability; the rats had already fled.
He looked at the mere quarter of a noodle cake remaining, wanting to cry without tears!
He gritted his teeth, hid the noodle cake in his pocket, and continued to sleep.
Li Xingkong slept very sweetly that night, because he had luxuriously eaten an extra half of tomorrow's rations today!
Suddenly!
Li Xingkong felt a cold sensation on his face. He opened his eyes and suddenly realized that raindrops were falling from the sky.
The roof above his head was exposed; the thatch had been blown away by the wind and couldn't block the rain.
In the brief moment he was stunned, the rain instantly became a downpour.
He had no choice but to huddle in the innermost corner of the house, avoiding the sudden midnight storm.
The biting cold wind made him shiver, but he had to ensure he fell asleep early, because —
"Tomorrow I still need to keep a clear head to code for my esteemed readers!"
In the morning, the sky was clear as glass, and amidst the chirping of orioles, Li Xingkong gradually opened his eyes.
"Good, good, I didn't catch a cold. Otherwise, feeling unwell would be secondary; delaying the time to write for my esteemed readers would be a much greater sin."
Li Xingkong got up, and the first thing he did was turn on his computer, then go to wash up.
While brushing his teeth, a dead otaku's face suddenly appeared in the mirror, his eyes bloodshot, heavy eye bags, and large dark circles. This was nothing, but the person in the mirror was actually talking to him... Damn, Li Xingkong was shocked. Could it be... his mirror had become the legendary Magic Mirror?
"Magic Mirror, oh Magic Mirror, tell me, who is the most handsome person in this World?" Li Xingkong asked tentatively.
"Li Xingkong!" It replied.
Li Xingkong's face immediately fell.
This is a fake Magic Mirror!
You think you can fool me with this level?
He smashed that mirror right then and there.
Damn it, do you think I don't know? Those who subscribe to "A Doctor in a Certain U.S. Comic" are all more handsome than I, Li Xingkong!
Hmph!
Sitting in front of his computer, Li Xingkong began to code. He was very excited.
After more than two months of hard work, it was finally going to be put on the shelves at noon today.
As long as he received the 600 yuan full attendance award next month, he could buy two packs of instant noodles every day. He would eat one pack and throw away one pack!
Rich!
Willful!
After coding ten chapters, it was noon. He released them and watched his esteemed readers subscribe frantically. Li Xingkong smiled.
"To have such a group of handsome and generous readers who are willing to subscribe and give me money for instant noodles, I am truly happy!" Li Xingkong exclaimed.
"What a failure, why am I not a girl? Otherwise, I could please these handsome and generous esteemed readers!"
PS1: Many thanks to the two Big Boss, Lan Bai of "Underground City Player" and Li Siyang of "Shinobi World Correction Tape," for promoting my chapter... hehe.jpg.
My imagination is barren, my writing is trash, my prose is incoherent, and my stories are stupid, but I am shameless!
Let's put it this way, it's only because I'm not a girl; otherwise, I would offer myself to the two Big Boss.
PS2: Many previous paragraphs were deleted. If you find any chapters that are incoherent or logically chaotic, please remind me, and I will revise them immediately. Now, Qidian doesn't notify me when they revise text, and my articles are often deleted without my knowledge.
PS3: I am the only one in our village who writes novels, so everyone must support me, because I am... the hope of the entire village!!!
PS4: This book is first published on Qidian Chinese Network. Please try to subscribe on Qidian. Also, when you give rewards or subscribe, can you please use the web page or an Android phone to recharge? Otherwise, if you spend one yuan, the author only gets... well, about 3 jiao, and if you're a non-Qidian user, it's probably only a little over one jiao. Everyone, think about it, what does it mean for the author to only receive one jiao out of one yuan?
PS5: Whether the author becomes a corporate slave or a coder depends on whether everyone gives face. There are over 20,000 collections, I only ask for 1000 first subscriptions. If there are 1500 first subscriptions, then I will try to write 10,000 words a day for everyone.
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PS7: Thanks to Editor Yuanzheng for his support, thank you!