My heroines are alive

Chapter 88 The Divine Work "Legend of Zhen Deshuai"

That's right, it was Zhen Shuai, the one who worked with Lin Jue in the People's Hospital before, and then worked in a mental hospital for a while.

In the end, he was a former colleague who resigned because he envied Lin Jue for having a good-looking girlfriend.

After seeing the man's face clearly, Lin Jue took the initiative to say hello: "Hey, Zhen Shuai, are you going for a walk here at night?"

Today's Zhen Shuai is still wearing a famous brand, but his expensive and expensive brand-name clothes are a little wrinkled, and the brand-name shoes are also covered with dirt, making him look somewhat down and out.

When hearing Lin Jue's words, Zhen Shuai, who was standing at the door, took a deep breath, then reached out and gestured towards Lin Jue.

"What do you mean? Your gesture is to play mahjong?"

"Play some mahjong, open the door, I need you if I need something."

Only then did Zhen Shuai point to the door lock, but his tone was still very irritable, making it obvious that he was in an extremely bad mood.

Although the relationship between Lin Jue and this kid can't be said to be very good, they are still colleagues. Before, he would have opened the door for Zhen Shuai.

But now there are still Bai sisters at home, it seems not good to let such an unknown guy into the house.

So Lin Jue walked over and asked through the door: "What's the matter, please make it clear first, I have female relatives in my family."

"Is it that beautiful girlfriend of yours again?"

Zhen Shuai obviously gritted his teeth when he heard the word "female family".

"Don't be so jealous of me, don't you also have a beautiful girlfriend."

"Don't mention it, we broke up already."

"Break up? Why did you break up?"

"I resigned from the Dongshi Mental Hospital some time ago. The woman wouldn't let me resign. If she said resign, she would break up. If I got the points, I would share them. It's like whoever is afraid of others."

Obviously, apart from Zhen Shuai thinking that he is handsome, he also has a tough temper.

Whoever hinders me from pursuing my dreams should not exist in my life.

Of course, the most important reason why he didn't miss his ex-girlfriend at all was that he felt that the woman was far worse than Lin Jue's girlfriend.

If Lin Jue's girlfriend looks like the Seven Fairies, then Zhen Shuai's ex-girlfriend looks like Nie Xiaoqian, her grandmother.

It is precisely because of this that Zhen Shuai cut his heart with a single knife and put on the wings of his dreams.

However, he just ran into a huge trouble after chasing his dream for a few days.

Hearing that Zhen Shuai resigned from the mental hospital, Lin Jue asked suspiciously: "You resigned to pursue your dream? What dream?"

"Of course it's a writing dream."

"You? Writing?"

"Yes, I have wanted to be a writer since I was a child, and write countless magnificence and splendor through writing."

"But you clearly told me before that your dream is to be a star, and you are surrounded by countless beautiful fans every day."

"That was my second dream."

After being exposed by Lin Jue, Zhen Shuai scratched his head in embarrassment, but he immediately said: "By the way, you wrote it on the Qidian Chinese website, right?"

"That's right, the starting point is the oldest and largest online literature website. There is no major problem except that there are more readers who read pirated versions."

"Then what do you think of the editor at the starting point?"

"As for the editors, I think they should be regarded as the most professional group on the whole network."

"That's targeting! No, it's jealousy!"

Immediately, Zhen Shuai roared angrily, and waved his hands violently, as if trying to punch some kind of injustice away.

Hearing this, Lin Jue was even more confused, and asked back: "Who is targeting you, who is jealous of you?"

"You don't need to ask, the editors of Qidian must be jealous of me! They are jealous of my talent and don't want me, the future top author, to become famous!"

".Have you submitted a manuscript to the editor?"

"Of course, a person like you can be an author of online articles, why can't I?"

"This...is not easy to say."

"My Chinese score in the college entrance examination is 130 five points, you seem to be only in the 90s?"

"That's true, but this has little to do with Chinese scores."

"What nonsense, do you understand?"

Zhen Shuai rolled his eyes when he heard the words, and said in the tone of talking to an idiot: "Writing is the skill of the pen, isn't Chinese the embodiment of the skill of the pen? Why doesn't it matter much?"

"Okay, okay, it has a lot to do with it. Then what?"

"Then I spent a day and a night writing the first three chapters of a huge novel, but I didn't submit it! The editor asked me to read a few more online articles before writing! I was so pissed off!"

Zhen Shuai yelled and stomped his feet angrily, like a little daughter-in-law who had been wronged all the time.

"Okay, okay, anyway, let me have a look at your masterpiece first?"

"You can watch it, but let's say it first. After reading it, you must not lose confidence. After all, although your literary skills are not good, you have been around for so many years. There is still hope for continuing to write."

Why should I be comforted by someone like you who can't make it through submissions.

After being speechless by Zhen Shuai's thick skin and self-confidence, Lin Jue took him to the only coffee shop in the village not far away, "Leek Cutting Cafe".

They ordered two cups of instant coffee, then sat down and read the manuscript saved in Zhen Shuai's phone.

The following is the content of Zhen Shuai's masterpiece, "Legend of Zhen Deshuai":

At dusk, a bright moon rose from the lake, and the water surface shone with silver light like fish scales, making the night even quieter.

The western sky was gradually getting darker, and dusk came quietly with light steps.

The twilight is like a big gray net, quietly falling down.

The wind in the evening, full of the fragrance of lotus leaves in the West Lake, blows head-on.

Twilight shrouded the earth, and the first diamond-like star jumped out of the smoky blue sky.

Under such darkness, stood a handsome young man.

He is really handsome. He is more than eight feet tall, with sword eyebrows and star eyes. His rough lines, like a magic pen, perfectly express his facial contours. It doesn't make people feel thin, but it looks like a top-notch handsome man.

The two strong sword-like eyebrows on his face exuded a icy cold light, like a god, making people feel a sense of aloof oppression, and that ruthless and icy expression was like an iceberg that would not melt for thousands of years, as if there was no trace of it in this world. The following appearance description of Sunshine, which can make it bright, omits a thousand words.

In short, leaving aside the fact that it is too cold, this young man is definitely the kind who will attract countless nympho salutes when he walks on the street.

And this man's name is Zhen Deshuai, and he has four identities, namely, the young head of the Zhen family in the capital, the youngest professor in the history of Qingbei University, the president of a large multinational chain company, and the most popular person of the year. male singer.

Of course, even so, Zhen Deshuai was never complacent because of his excellence, he just occasionally stood under the night and sighed, why God gave him such a perfect life.

"Hey, life is really... lonely as snow."

When Zhen Deshuai stood under the moonlight, his handsome appearance was like the moon god descending from the earth, even this starry sky was shocked.

After watching Chapter 1, Lin Jue felt that his brain was boiling.

This. This shit. What the hell is this shit?
I have seen narcissism, but I have never seen such narcissism.

Why would someone write a novel, using more than a thousand words in Chapter 1 to describe how handsome the protagonist is?
And what are the identities of the heads of the Zhen family in the capital, the youngest professor in Qingbei, the president of a large multinational group, and the most popular male singer of the year?Elementary school student, you?What come to mind to write?
Seeing Lin Jue staring at the manuscript on the phone, Zhen Shuai picked up the cup of cheap instant coffee and said with a smile, "How is it? It's great, my "Legend of Zhen Deshuai"."

"Should I say this is very advanced, or is it too old-fashioned?"

"Yes! That's what I want. What I want is the advanced retro style of writing, just like my favorite is colorful black."

No, are you advanced or retro?
For a while, Lin Jue didn't know how to complain.

How should this "Legend of Zhen Deshuai" be described, the simplest description is self-promotion.

In addition to some landscape descriptions of junior high school-level composition types, there are large paragraphs of character descriptions without any plot elements.

Even when I saw the second chapter, Chapter 3, the main character still looked at himself and felt sorry for himself, and then added a bunch of weird and messy sad literature, as if copied from QQ space.

In short, such words are just piled together, but it is really difficult to describe them in novels.
Of course, Zhen Shuai himself is extremely confident about this.

It's just that his self-confidence is just like his self-confidence in himself, and he doesn't know where it came from.

"Tell me, the editor of Qidian actually rejected my masterpiece, is it intentional retaliation?"

"Maybe the editor doesn't like this style very much."

"What, how can there be anyone in the world who doesn't like my style."

"It makes sense and is really well written."

"You think so too, right? That's the editor's blind eye. Damn it. If you don't leave me here, I have my own. I will go to the publishing house tomorrow and publish my masterpiece directly. It will definitely sell well."

"Physical publishing? I think you should think about it again?"

"What else is there to consider? It's just decided. I'll give you a copy as soon as it's published, and it's signed. You're welcome."

Immediately, Zhen Shuai reached out and patted Lin Jue on the shoulder, took back his phone and ran away excitedly, without even paying for the coffee.

Dude, come over here and steal me a cup of instant coffee.

After paying more than two cups of instant coffee to the owner of the "Leek Cutting Cafe", Lin Jue walked towards the house dumbfounded, as if he didn't know what he did tonight.

But when I think about it carefully, even a guy like Zhen Shuai has such indestructible self-confidence, so I have no reason to be so depressed.

OK, snap.

Lin Jue stretched out his hand and patted his cheek to wake himself up.

Then he ran back home with small steps on the dim country road, and immediately went back to the study to type.

Just hit the street, anyway, it's not like you haven't hit the street, as long as people are still alive, there is always a way.

(End of this chapter)