He looked at Ding Wei, a little embarrassed, and he hesitated for a long time and was speechless.
Bu Ming is a very honest boy. He usually blushes when he speaks more than a few words. The female classmates in the class like to tease him because of this. Seeing his ears turn red, they find him particularly cute.
But because he is a rare boy, in general, he is quite caring.
But at this moment, this boy who had always been shy turned red when he looked at Ding Wei, hesitating and speechless...
When Chen Siyu saw this scene, she couldn't help but feel a little excited. She winked at Bai Shanshan and didn't even notice that the eldest lady had puffed up her cheeks.
——There is already a thank you, and now here comes this boy.
Humph, isn't Bai Shanshan's current tonnage enough?
…
But then I thought about it, if Bu Ming is so timid, Wei Wei must not like him.
On the contrary, if Xie Yan knew about it, he would definitely feel sulky - the so-called enemy of the enemy is a friend. Although it is inappropriate to use it here, Bai Shanshan feels that it can describe her mood quite well.
She was no longer angry, but looked at the two of them with interest.
…
The two of them wanted a lot, but when Ding Wei saw Bu Ming's expression, she knew that that was not what he meant.
She then took the initiative and asked:
"Is there a problem?"
Seeing her speaking, Bu Ming finally relaxed a little and whispered:
"Ding Wei, I...I also wrote a story. You only wrote the beginning. Can you please help me read it?"
This is rare.
But this is also very possible. After all, Ding Wei remembers that when she was in junior high school and high school, there were students in her class who wrote stories in their own notebooks and then circulated them among several classes.
Although those stories will become the dark history of those involved many years later, many people should have the desire to tell stories well to others.
She then nodded: "Okay, how many words did you write?"
Bu Ming pushed up his glasses nervously: "I...I have written almost 200,000 words. Can I send it to your email?"
Two hundred thousand words?
Ding Wei couldn't help but admire him.
It is not an easy task to write 200,000 words in a single machine. Without interaction with others, and without the support and speech of others, it is easy for a person to give up on himself after writing, and then start to perfunctory...
Ding Wei nodded seriously: "Okay, I will try to reply to you within three days."
Bu Ming also became happy.
Only now did he have the mood to tell Ding Wei the background of this story: "Actually, it was inspired by your book "The Starry Sky of the Great Era". It is about a descendant of an ancient martial arts family. After he sacrificed his life to save others,
The story of an accidental birth in a test tube in the interstellar era.”
He was a little nervous: "I'm afraid that I won't be able to write well, so I spent a long time setting it up. I've already drawn the map and the star map of the universe."
This was all conceived slowly by himself in the library. If we talk about energy, it really cost more than one or two points.
It is precisely because he has put in so much effort that he is becoming more and more uneasy now. Every time he rewatches "The Starry Sky of the Great Era", he will feel new inspiration, but he also feels that he is deeply inferior to the proportion of the position.
The emotions were so intertwined that it took until now to finally tell Ding Wei about it under today's opportunity.
Now that I have received the promise, I feel relaxed.
"Then I'll go back and write a little more, and I'll get enough for you to read two hundred thousand."
