A Perfect Life Beginning as a Light Novel Writer

Chapter 25 Song Lingyun's Frustration
"That... then you are not worried about the similar small conflicts in your family when you are writing novels now?" Xia Yan asked a little cautiously after hearing the words.

Being scolded for playing a mobile game, Song Lingyun, a rich girl, writing serial youth novels, this feeling is probably intolerable in the eyes of her strict father.

"Well, of course I don't worry about that now. Because I have reached the age of 16 and become an adult. I can judge the direction and direction of my life, and I am responsible for it." Song Lingyun looked at Xia Yan and said softly.

Long Guo, is an adult at 16 years old!Is that why she chooses to write novels and do things she is interested in after she becomes an adult?
Hearing this, Xia Yan let out a long breath.

Although he had only talked with her for a few minutes, Xia Yan really felt that Song Lingyun had a clear head.

"That. Tang Yin, your pile of game consoles. Can I borrow them for a while?"

Xia Yan looked at Tang Yin who was frowning at the manuscript of the novel.

"Just don't break it for me." Tang Yin was also reading the novel very seriously, so she responded casually.

Hearing this, Xia Yan immediately got excited, ran over quickly, took out a game console that he had been greedy for a long time, plugged it in, and placed it on the table.

"Come and try it out? Adults?"

Xia Yan looked at Song Lingyun, and inserted the real. Tiehun game cartridge, and the simple and rough music similar to the electronic sound of red and white machines appeared in the game console.

Tang Yin was reading the manuscript of the novel there, and estimated that she would not talk to the two of them for half an hour, and she would be idle if she was idle, she might as well play games.

Of course, the most important thing is that Xia Yan feels that Song Lingyun is too pitiful. Her childhood was not in the game hall, and it is fine to have the company of the real. Iron Soul game. He does not allow Song Lingyun to become an adult at the age of 16 and still be so ignorant.

This principle is the same as the children in the parallel world who were not accompanied by games such as Contra, Super Mario, King of Fighters, Dinosaur Kombat, and Violent Motorcycle in their childhood. It is absolutely intolerable.

Song Lingyun was a little confused when he heard the words.

Xia Yan, what kind of brain circuit is this?

Two writers of novels whose works are being serialized in Hongfeng Literature, shouldn’t they get together to chat about novel creation, foreshadowing, readers’ emotional incitement and other topics such as novel plot design skills?

Why do you suddenly ask me if I play video games?
Song Lingyun looked at the game controller Xia Yan placed in front of her, and the broken electronic sound coming from the game console.
Think for two seconds.

"You can give it a try." Song Lingyun picked up the game controller, and inexplicably, a light and joyful mood emerged in her heart.

True. Iron Soul is actually similar to the King of Fighters in the parallel world. Players start the game by choosing a character to control. They can play against the computer or against each other.

"I don't know how to play this game, maybe you need to teach me how to operate it."

"The operation is very simple. There are only a few buttons in total, mainly combos." Xia Yan looked at Song Lingyun, and he was stunned before he finished speaking.

Song Lingyun looked at the screen of the game console, her fingers ready to go, her eyes had become very sharp.

As long as it is related to victory or defeat, she will definitely pay [-]% attention.

An indescribable temperament was born in her. Xia Yan originally wanted to play a teaching game with her in a relaxed and happy manner, but seeing her eyes
What the hell?

Could it be that she wants to abuse me in the game?
I didn't mess with her, did I?

Xia Yan, who spent many years in the game hall before junior high school, was very familiar with the eyes of his game opponents.

It’s not necessarily hard for a boy to lose in a fight, but he can’t sleep at night if he loses in a game.

If the opponent fights you with the mentality of blowing you up, then his response is that he will never show mercy.

It took Tang Yin a long time to read the manuscripts of Chapter 8 and Chapter [-] of the two novels she had in hand.

The plot of Xingguang yesterday, after the foreshadowing in the early stage, is now a novel plot integrating fantasy, love and decryption.

To be honest, the plot is very exciting. The quality is also very outstanding.It can only be said that novels written by smart people are different. The protagonist’s IQ is online, and Tang Yin even felt that her IQ was slightly suppressed by the plot during the reading process. It took a long time to read and think before she could understand.

However, there are too many content elements involved, and readers may seem a little confused.There are four or five small changes or deletions in the plots of Chapter 7 and Chapter 8 of this novel, which will make it more comfortable to read.

And youth journey.
Tang Yin looked frustrated.

She worked as an editor at Red Maple Literature for four holidays in college, and worked in Red Maple Literature for nearly two years after graduation. Speaking of which, her career in related industries can also be called rich.

However, as far as Xia Yan’s handouts for the Seventh and Chapter 8 novels of Journey of Youth are concerned.
She couldn't fault it.

This is by no means to say that this novel is really perfect and impeccable, but that she has no way to guide Xia Yan to a better writing direction than the plot written in this manuscript.

Mature, too mature.
There is no need to modify it much, at most, some writing and descriptions may be improved, but the main plot and so on, it is a very mature love novel for young girls.

And with this plot, watching her as an editor seems to have returned to her youthful days, full of girlish hearts.

Seeing the scene where Guang got off the train at that critical second and chose to stand with Futaba, Tang Yin could clearly feel her heartbeat speeding up a bit.

Tang Yin looked up at this moment and saw two people sitting on the sofa.

Song Lingyun bit her lower lip tightly with her snow-white teeth, her eyes were slightly rosy and she was staring at the game console screen, but her hands were not slow at all.

I have a clear plan in my head for my next operation.

Small jump, crotch piercing hand, mine, explosive gas
Right now, Song Lingyun's eyes lit up, and he pressed down heavily with his fingers.

On the other side, Xia Yan smiled
The pants have been seen through, little girl, what you want to do is all under the control of this master.

I was ten years old. Iron soul arcade master was blown away by someone who had studied for half an hour. How could it be possible?

Take a quick block, step back, and
With a combo of flowing clouds and flowing water, the character controlled by Song Lingyun was blocked in the corner and couldn't get down from the sky
ten seconds.
Song Lingyun's fingers holding the game controller trembled for a full ten seconds, and her eyes became more and more red, but in the end, she held back.

"I lost!" Song Lingyun lowered her head, her voice filled with endless grievances.

"You are still talented. You have mastered the role of "Yuan" to this extent after only nine games with me. Practice more, and I will not be your opponent." Xia Yan also started from the game state. Calm down from the excitement.

Immediately, all the pride in his heart dissipated, and he reflected on his self-satisfied mentality of defeating a game rookie, and comforted the loser appropriately.

"0-9."

Song Lingyun's breathing was trembling. With this record, she clenched her fists.

At this time, the doorbell of Tang Yin's house rang.

Her takeaway hot pot has arrived
The delivery guy brought in a whole pot, followed by side dishes, all kinds of meat, and some seasonal vegetables.
Two minutes later, the living room of Tang Yin's house was filled with fragrance.

When Xia Yan and Song Lingyun smelled the fragrance, their stomachs growled "cuckoo~".

After all, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening, and the three of them didn't eat lunch at all. .

"Okay, let's talk while eating." Tang Yin's stomach was also growling with hunger.

At the dining table, the red oil soup in the pot was bubbling and bubbling. Xia Yan and Song Lingyun sat upright, eating and listening to Tang Yin's teachings.

After all, she is the one who treats guests, eats people with a soft mouth, and plays other people's game consoles with short hands.

"Song Lingyun, your protagonist is portrayed very well, but the problem is the supporting roles. There are too many characters. There are more than a dozen people in the two chapters of the novel. If there is no corresponding plot behind those people, then let them go and don't let them come out to disturb the reader's eye."

"Also, the plot of Chapter 8 is not good. In the dream maze, I met the classmate who framed the heroine before and was in crisis. It's fine if it didn't hurt her. Why did the hero want to save her?"

"I think this can reflect the kindness of the hero." Song Lingyun said in a low voice.

In front of Xia Yan, being picked on by Tang Yin, the editor, made her a little uncomfortable. After all, Xia Yan is her competitor!How could you let him see a joke so easily?

"Wrong, wrong, wrong. Today's readers don't like kind and gentle male protagonists at all. In other words, it's not that they don't like kind and gentle male protagonists, but that the male protagonist can only release these emotions to the female protagonist. One for all A guy who is kind and gentle is just a central air-conditioning type of scumbag, even to save the classmate who hurt the heroine, I can say this, it is definitely a huge deduction for the heroine." Tang Yin said directly.

When Song Lingyun heard the words, he could only keep them in his heart.

10 minutes later
Tang Yin's criticism of Song Lingyun's Starlight manuscript yesterday is over.

"Okay, there are only so many problems in your two chapters of the novel, and there are no major problems. They are all small details, and it doesn't take much effort to correct them."

Hearing this, Song Lingyun's heart was filled with anticipation.

My question is over, then next is Xia Yan's journey of youth.

Editor Tang Yin doesn't need to give me face, criticize him harshly, suppress his arrogance.

Song Lingyun was full of anticipation, waiting for Tang Yin's next words.

"Xia Yan" Tang Yin's cherry-colored lips parted slightly.

"Well, I'm listening." Xia Yan sat upright.

Song Lingyun's eyes were extremely focused.

"Does the beef in this hot pot restaurant feel fresh?"

"." Xia Yan
"." Song Lingyun.

"It's okay, but it's not as fresh as chasing after a cow's butt." Xia Yan didn't know what Tang Yin meant, so he made a joke and eased it up.

I'm afraid this is the calm before the storm.

"That's all right, let's eat quickly. If the meat is cooked for a long time, it won't taste good."

Tang Yin showed a slight smile on her face, and then concentrated on cooking.

"Huh?" Song Lingyun's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Well, don't you have anything to say about Tang Yin's novel manuscript about Youth Journey?"

Song Lingyun took the initiative to remind Tang Yin.

Hurry up and criticize Xia Yan!
Hurry up!
Don't give him face.

"The Journey of Youth? There's nothing to say. The plot is perfect. I can't find fault with the excellent writing. I just submit it to the publishing house for serialization." Tang Yin paused, looked at Song Lingyun speechlessly and said.

I don't even want to bring this up, I just don't want to make Xia Yan proud, why did you bring it up?
Song Lingyun opened his mouth wide and his fingers trembled slightly.

Neither Tang Yin nor Xia Yan noticed that at this moment...
The heart of a certain girl was broken.

She hasn't recovered from Xia Yan's game tyranny against her, and she is hit by the comparison between herself and Xia Yan in her novel career.

At this moment, Song Lingyun's hot pot was no longer fragrant.

Why is this so?
(End of this chapter)