The effect of the Energy Potion was incredibly intense, Lin Yuan’s fingers on the keyboard seemed like a blur, even an eagle would exclaim in admiration at this speed.
The sound of the green mechanical keyboard was extraordinarily crisp and bright.
Antarctica, who was sleeping nearby, was woken up by the noise. He stood up, opened the door, and shook his head as he left Lin Yuan’s room.
Meanwhile, on the internet, the netizens who had finished reading the three novels were anxiously waiting.
"How long has it been?"
"When will Chu Kuang’s work be released?"
"He claimed to tackle ten at once, doesn’t he have any drafts at all?"
"Logically, he must have some drafts to dare boast like that. He can’t be writing all ten novels on the spot, right?"
"Typing speed or bursts of inspiration both require time."
"Let’s call it a day for now."
"Probably won’t see anything today."
"Even if he has drafts, seeing the strong level of his competitors, he might want to revise, polish, or even rewrite them."
Despite saying they would disperse, netizens kept an eye on Chu Kuang’s blog account, afraid of missing any new updates.
The works of the three renowned science fiction authors had been read.
Ultimately, what everyone was most curious about was what kind of novel Chu Kuang would write; others were merely appetizers.
Writers in the science fiction circle were also constantly keeping an eye on Chu Kuang.
Three hours had passed.
It was just nine o’clock in the evening.
Netizens had almost lost their patience.
The old rascal who used to write at blazing speed seemed particularly cautious this time.
Science fiction writers also thought Chu Kuang wouldn’t act today, but nobody felt it was inappropriate since writing does require time.
As long as Chu Kuang doesn’t delay too long, there’s nothing inappropriate about it.
Just as everyone thought Chu Kuang wouldn’t release anything today, he suddenly appeared!
"New work ’Village Teacher’!"
"New work ’Hear the Way’!"
"New work ’With Her Eyes’!"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Chu Kuang released three updates at once!
The first update tagged Qin Continent science fiction writer Zhan Yun.
The second update tagged Chu Continent science fiction writer Lingmu.
The third update tagged Yan Continent science fiction writer Zhang Ao.
Below the three updates, there were the respective links to his three new works.
The moment the updates appeared, they were noticed, and netizens were thrilled!
"I knew the old rascal not appearing for so long was too unscientific. Sure enough, he came with new works!"
"Are these drafts or newly written?"
"The old rascal is like that; no one knows how much he drafts, how much he writes freshly, or maybe both. Anyway, you just know that he, as a coding warrior, can always deliver works at the fastest speed!"
"Don’t collapse right away."
"Since the old rascal released them, I think he is confident, but that doesn’t stop me from cheering for the other three (sly grin)."
Without any hesitation.
Netizens from all continents clicked on the few science fiction new books Chu Kuang posted on his blog.
In the science fiction writer circle.
"All three Literary Duel works released at once?"
"This guy’s speed is really astonishing."
"What’s the use of speed alone? The Literary Duel is about quality!"
"Let’s watch separately."
"I’ll start with that ’Village Teacher’."
"I’ll read ’Hear the Way’."
"Then I’ll choose ’With Her Eyes’."
"By the names, they don’t seem very sci-fi, should be going on ’The Heartbroken’ route, a soft sci-fi."
Zhan Yun was leisurely sipping coffee when he suddenly saw himself tagged by Chu Kuang. Immediately, he felt a burst of tension!
Feeling overly anxious, Zhan Yun couldn’t resist slurping a large sip of coffee, getting burnt and screaming bizarrely.
Zhan Yun wished he could punch himself; the Literary Duel had just started, and he was already scared?
He took a deep breath.
Zhan Yun put down the coffee.
Ignoring the two other works, with his expression restored to seriousness and calmness, he finally clicked on ’Village Teacher’.
[He knew this last class had to be taught earlier.
Another wave of severe pain struck from his liver, almost causing him to faint.
He almost couldn’t get out of bed, barely managed to move to the window.
Moonlight reflected on the window paper, silvery bright, making the small window look like a door leading to another world, where everything must be silvery bright, like a diorama made of silver and snow that doesn’t freeze...]
Zhan Yun bit his lip.
The content of the first Chapter wasn’t complicated.
It opened by narrating a man who came from a rural area and, out of gratitude for his teacher’s devotion and care, abandoned a well-paid job and resolutely left the city to become a village teacher.
His name was Li Baoku.
Half a year ago, the villagers came to the school, wanting to take away the beams from the already dilapidated school building to repair the Temple of the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord at the village entrance.
He refused and retorted to the villagers:
Without a roof, where will the kids stay in the future?
The villagers dodged the issue, saying the children could sleep in the classroom.
At that time, he was furious, that classroom leaked from all sides, how can anyone stay there in winter?
In a stalemate, he picked up a pole and fought fiercely with the villagers, ending up with two broken ribs, carried by kind-hearted people over thirty miles of mountain roads to the town hospital.