Beep!
Early in the morning, Zhang Zian heard a soft sound. He opened his eyes a little and saw the laptop on the desk starting up. Pi hugged its legs and curled up in the swivel chair. It opened its mouth and yawned. The Windows startup screen was reflected in the pince-nez.
Since Pi started writing online novels, it had woken up very early every morning, even earlier than Zhang Zian. It was eager to check the website's data as soon as it woke up.
Zhang Zian put on his clothes and sat up. He quietly got out of bed and walked behind Pi.
Pi looked back at him and squeezed out a smile. Its face was filled with nervousness and expectation.
It entered its username and password and entered the works management area. The moment it saw the number of favorites, it was discouraged. Its nervousness and expectation all turned into disappointment.
Pi had written more than 20,000 words, but there were only nine favorites, zero recommendation votes, and more than 20 clicks. Most importantly, there was still no sign of signing a contract.
Zhang Zian patted its shoulder and told it not to worry, to calm down, and not to think too much.
Pi reluctantly nodded, opened a Word document, and typed: It's okay. When I finish writing, if no one reads it, at least I can read it to everyone.
Zhang Zian also nodded with a smile, but he didn't think so. How could it be okay? He saw the writing process of Pi. Every day, it sat in front of the computer from morning to night. If he didn't go upstairs to remind it, it wouldn't even stand up and move. It would just sit there and stare at the screen. From time to time, it would flip through the untitled book, find what happened in the book, and then make a story out of it. It was 70% true and 30% false.
He always believed that effort should be rewarded. If Pi was writing for fun, it would be fine. But it was not. It was writing very seriously, and it wanted to show the story of the pet shop and everyone to more people.
Zhang Zian bent over and typed: Pi, I went to check. The number of books in each category of Qidian is different. You write urban novels, which have the most books. The editor may not have had time to see it. Don't be discouraged. Keep it up!
Pi nodded again and typed: I will keep it up.
It didn't just say that. It jumped down from the swivel chair, staggered into the bathroom, took off its glasses, and splashed cold water on its face. It instantly woke up from its sleepiness.
Zhang Zian had prepared special towels for each of the elfins in the bathroom. The towels were of different colors and patterns. Other than Richard, no one else used them indiscriminately. Xinghai's towel was dark blue, Fina's was gold, Old Time Tea's was brown, Snowy Lionet's was white, Richard's was gray, and Famous's was yellow. Pi's towel was embroidered with cartoon numbers.
Pi dried its face with its own towel, returned to the swivel chair, and sat upright. It typed in Word with increasingly skilled finger movements — Chapter 15: The Observer of Fate.
Although he was a little sleepy, Zhang Zian didn't lie down since he was already up. He was thinking about Pi's novel anyway, so even if he lay down, he wouldn't be able to sleep.
Zhang Zian saw that Pi was engrossed in writing its novel, so he didn't disturb it. Instead, he opened the bedroom door and walked out. Xinghai also got up and followed him out.
"Xinghai, are we going to play hide-and-seek?" He closed the bedroom door and asked softly.
"Meow! Zian, do you want to play?" Xinghai stopped.
"In a while. I need to clean up first." Zhang Zian smiled. "Xinghai, go play first."
For a moment, he wanted to ask Xinghai about the future of Pi's novel, but he thought about it and swallowed it back. If he knew clearly what would happen in the future, what was the point of living? As Forrest Gump once said, life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're going to taste.
Xinghai seemed to have guessed what he was thinking. "Meow! Zian, Pi doesn't need Xinghai's help. It needs everyone's help!"
Everyone's help?
Zhang Zian thought Xinghai was talking about Fina, Old Time Tea, and Richard.
Xinghai seemed to have changed the topic. "Meow! Zian, do you think your life is interesting?"
"It's alright. I think it's quite interesting," Zhang Zian admitted.
"Compared to before I returned to Binhai City?"
"It's much more interesting than before!"
Before returning to Binhai City, Zhang Zian was just an ordinary nine-to-five office worker. His life was ordinary and uneventful. After returning to Binhai City, he was mistaken as a martial arts master and was respected by people. He went abroad to participate in cat shows and participated in the filming of movies. This was something he could never have imagined before.
"Meow! Pi is writing about your life, and it's been artistically processed."
Xinghai talked in a big circle, and Zhang Zian finally understood what it wanted to say. His life was interesting, so the novels written according to his life would not be so boring that no one would read them. Moreover, there were Xinghai, Fina, Old Time Tea, Richard, Snowy Lionet, Famous, and Pi in his life. It was just that the readers had not met them yet.
"Okay, thank you, Xinghai." Zhang Zian smiled.
Xinghai turned around and was about to go downstairs, as if it had just remembered something. It said, "Meow! Zian, Pi's Strength of Faith is dissipating."
Zhang Zian's heart sank. He knew this when Pi first appeared as an elfin, but he thought it was caused by the separation of Pi and the nameless book. Since Pi had retrieved the nameless book, the Strength of Faith should have stabilized, right? Could it be that he guessed wrong?
Zhang Zian told Xinghai what he thought.
"Meow! Pi is Pi, and the nameless book is the nameless book. Zian, Pi doesn't have much time left. It needs to gather the Strength of Faith as soon as possible. "After saying this, Xinghai quickly ran downstairs to play with Wendy and the American Shorthair, who had just woken up.
Xinghai's words sounded inexplicably familiar, like "China Team doesn't have much time left." Whenever this sentence appeared, the China Team basically ended in tragedy.
It turned out that the nameless book and Pi were two sets of belief systems with different origins. In other words, the nameless book and Pi probably came from two different thought experiments. They just happened to complement each other, but the Strength of Faith could not be exchanged.
He remembered what the Navigation Elfin had said before. If the Strength of Faith was not enough to maintain the elfin's form, the elfin would disappear. Although the Strength of Faith of Old Time Tea was also losing, it was losing very slowly. Since Xinghai had specifically warned him, it seemed that Pi's Strength of Faith had reached a critical point. Pi was an elite elfin, and its strength was originally the lowest among the elfins. If it did not make any changes, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Thinking of this, Zhang Zian suddenly had a strange idea. If the dissipation of the Strength of Faith would cause the elfin to disappear, then what would happen if the Strength of Faith continued to gather?
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