Olvera looked at Ringer with suspicion, no matter what she thought, it was a bit too simple.
Ringer held out three fingers: "First of all, I never said that persistence will definitely lead to success. In fact, if it were that simple, our world would be full of successful people; secondly, although persistence may not necessarily lead to success,
, but for literary creation, it is indeed the simplest path, at least visible to the naked eye and clear at a glance. Talented people can give full play to their talents through persistence, while people without talent can gain more or less after accumulated training over time.
Some insights will help you go further."
When he said this, Olvera couldn't help but interjected: "I think I have talent."
Lin Ge glanced at her indifferently, and the girl closed her mouth calmly and said no more.
Then Ringer said the last point: "Finally, whether you believe it or not, the only thing you can do now is to persevere. Otherwise, what do you want to rely on to realize your talent? Is it up to you?
The theoretical knowledge learned from books? Theory is meaningless if it is not turned into practice. You should understand this, right?"
Olivia nodded wilfully, feeling less confident after what he said.
Seeing this, Ringer thought about it, and then made a more substantial suggestion: "If you don't know where to start, just revise the novel in your arms first. It's just the first draft anyway, so it should be easier to revise it."
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"Hey, is it just the first draft!?"
"...Do you regard it as the final draft?"
"Yeah, I think it's perfect. There's nothing that needs to be modified. I want to show it to Sister Saint Charlia and Alice."
"Please revise it for me now, and then show it to them after you've done it."
Ringer couldn't even imagine how serious the situation would become if the first person she invited to watch the masterpiece was not herself, but Alice. If she only had the most basic ability to appreciate literature, then
Alice is simply a pseudo-illiterate who doesn't take things too seriously. She might praise Olvera's works without restraint, causing her to build up false self-confidence. From then on, she will go further and further down the wrong path of literary creation...
Whenever he thinks of what she did at St. Lowood National School, the young man shudders.
"Okay." Oveira agreed reluctantly.
Phew.
Lin Ge secretly breathed a sigh of relief: He finally solved these three problem girls. He pointed out the problems of the ones that were not problematic and solved them. This is really a life-threatening job, how can he worry about their moods?
It is enough to rack one's brains by considering the sentences under the premise. Although the final result is perfect, if the same thing happens next time, it is better to let Alice solve it by herself.
He just wanted to go back to his room and have a good rest, so he planned to leave on the pretext that he had something to do. Olvera, who was frowning and thinking about how to change the article, did not stay, but nodded perfunctorily, saying I understand, you
Let's go.
Ringer turned around and left, neat and easy. But when he just opened the door, he suddenly remembered something, stopped, turned back to Olvera and said: "By the way, Olvera, there is something I want to remind you." "What's the matter?" Olvera immediately raised her head and looked at him warily: "If it's still about a novel, it's not necessary, because I have already thought of how to modify it, and I don't need your suggestions for the time being!" p>
That's certainly good, but it would be better if your eyes didn't wander so much when you say this.
Ringer did not expose the confidence she tried so hard to disguise, but shook her head and said: "That's not the case."
"What's that?"
"There is a small garden next to the windmill tower in Ieta. If I remember correctly, you should have planted all the violets in it?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing, it's just that you need to recall how long it has been since you watered them, and then think about what will happen to the plants if they are short of water for a long time. I think even the environment on an empty island is different from
No matter how suitable the climate is for the growth of plants, I'm afraid they can't make them violate this natural law, right?"
"You're talking nonsense! I clearly asked several stone spirit guards to help me take care of the garden!"
"But all the stone spirits on the island were transferred to paving roads by the landlady."
"Eh?"
Olvera immediately fell into a daze. Before she could react, Ringer quietly slipped away. Before leaving, he thoughtfully closed the door for her to prevent the princess's voice from reaching the corridor. Facts have proved that what he did was extremely dangerous.
It was prescient, because only a few seconds after he left, a regretful and angry cry came from the room: "Wow!
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"Linger, you idiot!"
"This kind of thing should be said from the beginning!"
……
Not to mention that due to Ringer's negligence, a certain princess of Bayman hurriedly put down her manuscript and rushed to water her small garden with a silver watering can. The nervous look of her trotting along made her nervous.
The bartender who was bartending drinks behind the counter didn't know why, and thought something terrible had happened to her; she didn't say that after finally solving the depression of several troubled girls, Lin Ge was about to go back to the room to rest when he passed by his sister's pharmacy workshop again.
, how did he hear the sneaky beeping sound coming from inside, and with great willpower, he restrained his desire to find out... At the same time as these things were happening, a certain girl was about to welcome her own death.
An important moment.
This is in a forest not far from the Fairy Sleep Inn. Due to terrain and soil restrictions, the trees here are relatively sparse. They are basically dominated by thick and straight autumn chestnuts and horse stone pine. The canopy is high and dense.
It looks like a huge umbrella holding up to the sky. Under the umbrella are spacious open spaces separated by shrubs, ferns and sparse primrose bushes.
White-gold beams of light squeezed through the gaps between the branches and leaves of the giant umbrella. In the deep and unknown sunlight, there were floating tiny needles dancing in the wind and the gray feathers dropped by arboreal birds when they started. The ground was covered with thick
A layer of fallen leaves, leaves of three colors: emerald green, fiery red and withered yellow, are woven together into a soft and colorful carpet. When you step on it, you can't even make a sound, all the noise is absorbed by the fallen leaves.<
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A smaller but more delicate white parasol with roses and rose patterns embroidered on the edge bloomed in the shade of the tree canopy. In addition to the parasol, there was also a single-legged hand-woven tablecloth with a snow-white lace pattern.
A round table, two comfortable reclining chairs, a set of precious ceramic tea sets including a teapot, teacups, teaspoons, trays, and sugar bowls, as well as caramel pudding, milk cookies, almond pancakes, roasted goat's milk, etc.
Three-tier dessert tray for delicious snacks.
You can tell by looking at this posture. It is obvious that a private afternoon tea party is being held here. The reason why I say private is because there are only two participants in the tea party, and they are related by grandparents, that is, Neville and Letty
West Asia - at least, until a certain uninvited guest arrived, it was indeed just these two people.
However, St. Xalia broke into the place where the tea party was held, just like the little girl in the fairy tale who rashly broke into the rabbit hole. Although her footsteps did not make the slightest noise on the thick fallen leaf carpet, but
The vampires do not rely on sound to perceive the world, so her arrival quickly attracted the attention of the tea party host.
"Miss Saint Xalia." The silver-eyed countess looked at the guest who was not on the invitation with interest. She did not blame the girl for coming uninvited, but nodded politely: "Hello.
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Saint Xalia hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to respond with the same courtesy, saying softly: "Hello."
Leticia next to her yawned. She didn't know why, but she suddenly had a premonition that the two of them would soon start a conversation that she was not interested in.
Adults are like this, they always like to talk about some incomprehensible topics.