"Didn't you tell me before that I had read so many books, but I could only quote other people's words and never thought of writing a book of my own?" There was something unspeakable in Olvera's tone.
Proud: "Although I was angry at first, but then I went back and thought about it, what you said makes sense. If I didn't write something to prove what I learned, wouldn't all the books I read in the past be?
Is it in vain? So I started trying to write a book. Unexpectedly, it was very simple. What you see now——"
She raised the manuscript in her hand: "I wrote it in the past few days. I counted it silently in my mind when I wrote it. I wrote a total of 23,121 words. How about it?
Isn’t it awesome?”
She proudly proved to Ringer that she was not the nerd who could only repeat the sentences in the book rigidly as he thought, but had her own thinking, her own understanding, and even her own creative ideas. Otherwise, how could she
How can you write without stopping and write so many words in just half a month?
Lin Ge rubbed his eyebrows, suddenly feeling helpless.
It seems that Alice guessed wrong. Olvera has been staying in the room for the past half month. She is not in a depressed mood at all, but is creating her first work. Think about it, don't look at Princess Bemang's appearance.
She is soft and weak, and usually has no opinions, but because of her experience of being imprisoned in a dark castle, watching her relatives and friends separated, and her family and country destroyed, she is the toughest at heart. When Fei'er told that story, she was also
The only person who never showed any confusion or sadness from beginning to end, but always maintained a firm attitude, determined that no sacrifice can be established without the person involved knowing anything about it, and those who have done something wrong must also
Get punished.
Perhaps because of this, she can do what others cannot do and lead everyone to escape from danger.
Although the trip was in vain, Lin Ge was not very angry, but felt that it was a good thing that she had a strong personality, which at least saved him the trouble of talking. So he was ready to find an excuse to leave and come to his senses.
But he found that Olvera was holding a stack of manuscripts, covering the area below her nose, only revealing a pair of golden eyes, staring at him eagerly. He was suddenly stunned: "What's wrong with you, Olvera?" "It's nothing, but," Beimang's princess paused deliberately: "I listened to you and wrote a book."
"Uh." She seemed to be hinting at something, but Ringer didn't understand: "So?"
Do you want me to praise you?
"So, don't you want to read the content of this book?" Olvera blinked: "Of course, I don't ask you to read it. Anyway, if you don't read it, there are many people who read it. I can show it to Saint
Sister Shalia, give it to Ietta, give it to Metien, give it to Alice... well, forget it for Alice. Anyway, I can show it to many people! So don't feel that you are very important, anyway, anyway
I just casually invited you to be the first reader, it’s not important at all..."
Isn’t the first reader important?
Moreover, judging from your expression, you obviously want me to agree, right?
The princess deliberately moved her gaze to the side, her eyes wandering, sometimes looking at the bookshelf, sometimes looking at the ceiling. In short, she refused to look at Linger, but this made it seem that she cared about Linger's answer. The young man was a little a little bit
He rubbed his eyebrows with a headache. Although he avoided one trouble, another trouble still came to his door. What was even worse was that he seemed to have no reason to refuse.
"Show me." He could only say.
"Okay~"
Olivia didn't seem to hear the helplessness in his words, and happily agreed, her eyes bent into the shape of a crescent moon, and then she stuffed all the manuscripts into Lin Ge's hands and urged: "Look, look, quickly.
Look!"
You are too anxious. Could it be that you learned from Alice again?
Although that woman is not here, she is everywhere.
Ringer opened the manuscript and read it carefully. The room fell into silence for a while, and he could only hear the occasional clatter of the young man flipping the paper, and the warm breathing of Ovela who was so close to him - her eyes seemed to
He can also speak, and is fixed on Ringer's face, conveying to him an emotion called expectation.
Time flowed by quietly like this. About half an hour later, Ringer finally read through the manuscript and understood its content and structure, so he handed it back to Olvera. Princess Bemang couldn't wait to take it after she took it.
He asked: "How is it?"
Is it great? Is it very competent? Is the writing style amazing and the plot touching? Olvera is very self-aware. I don’t ask Ringer to compare her with the famous writers in the history of literature, but at least she should
Can it reach a professional level? Her years of reading are not in vain!
"How should I put it?" Lin Ge considered the sentence for a moment: "What I need to explain to you is that I am not a student of the literature department, let alone a professional in this field. I do not have the ability and quality of literary criticism, so next I will
The evaluation is from the perspective of a pure reader. I hope you can understand, Oveira."
"Of course I understand." Olvera's eyes sparkled, and she seemed to have a premonition from this passage that Ringer would give a high evaluation: "So you can say it with confidence, I will never
I’ll blame you!”
Since she said so.
Ringer raised his eyebrows and summed up his feelings after reading it in six simple words: "The prose is well written."
"Eh?" Olvera was stunned, thinking that she might have heard wrong: "What did you say?"
"I said the prose was well written." Ringer patiently repeated his previous evaluation. To be honest, this evaluation was not a negative one, especially coming from the taciturn Ringer. As we all know, his evaluation of everything
, has always been just simple good and bad, so the word "not bad" has already poured into him a lot of true feelings, and its weight cannot be ignored.
Although, this is not the evaluation Olivia wants.
"What I write is not prose!" Ovela said angrily: "This is a novel, a novel! I have described all the things I have experienced since I was born, including my parents' teachings, childhood experiences and interactions with teachers.
It was written into this novel, didn’t you see it, Ringer!?”
I'm so disappointed. I thought you could understand it, but I didn't expect that you don't even have the most basic cultural literacy. Are human college students only at this level? Not as good as Alice!
But Ringer said something unexpected to her: "I know."
"Ah?"
"I know this is fiction."
His cultural literacy is not as bad as Olvera imagined, to the point where he can't even distinguish between the two literary genres of prose and novels.
"But," this was even more difficult for Olvera to understand. She said in a daze: "Didn't you just say that my prose... is good?"
"Yes, but this is not a contradiction."
Lin Ge's tone was calm. He felt that although his reply was tactful, the meaning he wanted to express was already obvious. Unexpectedly, Olvera still couldn't hear it. In this case, he could only make it clear: "I know you are writing a novel.