"Someone has a double or triple opening, look at the author's name."
Fortunately, it was not five people who disappeared, Song Xi breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'm so exhausted from writing a book, why do I still open it in double or triple format?" I'm new here and I'm curious about everything.
No one is surprised, everyone who comes here is like this.
"Su Cheng once said that if anyone writes something that makes him happy, he will be released." Sun Yue replied, and continued patiently:
"We don't know his preferences, so we have to write one or two more books to try to cover more subjects and have a higher hit rate."
"Read it carefully, you will start writing from tomorrow." After finishing speaking, Sun Yue returned to her seat.
Song Xi opened a book and scanned the introduction.
Almost all novel genres are covered.
Fantasy, romance, urban, doujin, two-dimensional, beauty, supernatural, stories about male protagonists, stories about female protagonists, stories about domineering presidents...
Song Xi read each book carefully.
Some are captivating at first glance, some can’t stand it after reading half of it, some are written in a relaxed and cheerful way, some are full of positive energy, and some are written like crazy at first glance...
Song Xi was fascinated by one of the books without realizing it. It wasn't until Sun Yue called everyone to eat that she realized how many hours had passed.
Everyone went to get a drink and a snack.
While Song Xi was eating, he asked who wrote the book, and a girl with a round face raised her hand.
She happily leaned over and asked, "Can I ask you how you wrote it? What is the plot direction behind it?"
The girl's name was Ah Rong. She ate her food in a few seconds, took a sip of her drink, and wiped her mouth.
"I just write blindly. I just write whatever comes to my mind. If I can't finish it, I just write it. After all, I have to eat."
"If you ask me about the plot direction later on, I don't even know. I'm sorry."
"Do you know that I am now far from the original setting?"
"I don't know what to write after dinner. I just think about it randomly while I'm eating, grab a thread and write."
"Sometimes there are a lot of threads, so I just pick one and write it. I don't know where to write it, really."
Ah Rong's sparkling eyes speak of innocence.
"Ever since I started scribbling, I have become more energetic." Arong showed a happy smile.
Looking at the unattractive Ah Rong, Song Xi softly uttered one word.
"ox".
After eating, some walked around, some returned to their seats to continue, some chatted, and everyone was doing things that suited them.
Song Xi returned to her seat, thinking that tomorrow she would submit the first chapter or two of her first novel, and she felt a little excited.
She also secretly hoped that Wang Yan could find this place as soon as possible. How about finding an opportunity to hide in a deserted place and send a message?
Having made up her mind, Song Xi clicked on the document and typed in the title of the novel:
"The Heroine's Happy Enmity Record"
Song Xi wanted to tell the story of a cute little swordsman who dreamed of being in the world of martial arts and became a heroine who became famous in the world of martial arts.
The north wind blew all night.
The next day, the snow stopped and the sky became sunny.
Song Xi opened the door of the ruined temple.
All I saw was that the sky and the earth were vast, all white as far as the eye could see, without a single trace of color.
Blood rose up from under the snow and stained the snow above, showing a strange red color.
"Clang" sound
The long sword was inserted into the scabbard behind his back.
Tighten the hat on your head.
Song Xi walked out on the red snow, facing the rising sun, with her cloak flying behind her.
From the entrance of the ruined temple, two lines of petite footprints extend between heaven and earth.
...
Song Xi read the beginning and nodded, she was very satisfied.
The corners of his mouth curved.
Then the arc slowly disappears.
What do you write next? What do you do after you finish being cool?
Song Xi turned his head and wanted to see what others wrote.
This is not an exam, what else do you want to copy? The imaginary roar of the dean of flying pigs came from my mind.
Is it about her childhood?
Or should I write the latter part first, and then intersperse the writing about my childhood?
What should I write next?
Where did her enemies come from?
Why the grudge?
How did she learn martial arts?
Why does she want to be a heroine?
Are you forced or like Guo Furong?
In the process of becoming a heroine, besides enemies, are there any friends?
Who are your friends?
Why did they become friends?
In addition to friends, should we arrange for one or two people who admire her to be outstanding?
He's handsome, has a lot of money, and he only cares about her.
Do you want to give her some tips?
Look at the word count again.
148.
It's still a long way from 4,000 words.
...
A bunch of questions came together like a mess.
Damn, it’s so difficult.
As a heroine, shouldn't I be able to solve all these problems with one sword?
It's such a troublesome thing, why can't I feel the pleasure and grudges of being a heroine at all?
It’s better to read other people’s novels.
It’s too difficult to write it yourself.
Song Xi suddenly burst into tears.
No more writing.
...
That's not possible, at least we have to hold on until Wang Yan and the others come.
What can I do? Just write.
"Ever since I started scribbling, I feel more energetic."
Ah Rong's words drowned out all the turmoil and gave Song Xi a glimmer of clarity.
Never mind it, we’ll talk about it later.
Song Xi continued to code.
summer.
Cuiwei Mountain.
A manor with white walls and black tiles.
Following the baby's cry, the butler ran towards a carriage parked outside the village.
"Jiange, hurry up."
He ordered.
"Drive~", the carriage rolled forward, raising some dust.
69 words.
Very good, 217 words.
That day, in order to build his martial arts dream, Song Xi wrote, deleted, and thought hard for a while. When he finally took a break, he successfully coded 1,283 words.
When she was exhausted, felt hollowed out, and was ready to fall asleep with a sad face, Sun Yue patted her shoulder.
"Your writing is very good. I only wrote more than 500 words on the first day."
"Besides, I think your writing skills are very good, so I like you."
Song Xi's frustrated heart suddenly felt that she had found a close friend, and she wished she could have sex with her on the spot.
Early the next morning, Su Cheng came over.
After looking around at everyone, his eyes finally stopped on Song Xi.
"Song Xi didn't complete the task yesterday. Come with me over there." He tilted his head.
"Isn't it starting today?" Song Xi asked, and the others also raised their heads in confusion.
"I said starting from yesterday means starting from yesterday. Do you have any objections?" Su Cheng's careless look appeared again.
I understand, this is purely revenge for that beating.
"Mr. Su, Song Xi's writing is very good." Sun Yue said helpfully.
"Who wants to see a girl killing without thinking?"
"Every dog is tired of watching this kind of subject matter. It was a subject matter many years ago, and now it is still being used for speculation." Su Cheng said sarcastically.
Song Xi felt that a dog had peed on his blood, and he stood up ready to beat him again.
"You can say that my writing is not good, but you can't insult my dream." She jumped in front of him in one step.
Su Cheng quickly took a few steps back and looked at Song Xi warily.
"Either follow me obediently, or Lao Lin will bear what you deserve for you." Su Cheng threatened.
"He is still tied up, I can give him some other medicine."
