Grumpy Cat's Way Home

Chapter 88 Too Difficult

"Someone double or triple, look at the author's name."

Fortunately, five people didn't disappear, Song Xi breathed a sigh of relief.

"Writing one book is so tiring, why do you still open it in two or three?" I am a newcomer, and I am curious about everything.

Everyone is not surprised, everyone who just arrived is like this.

"Su Cheng once said that whoever writes makes him happy, he will be released." Sun Yue replied, and continued to patiently say:
"We don't know his preferences, so we have to write one or two more books to try to cover more subjects and have a higher hit rate."

"Look carefully, you will be writing from tomorrow." Sun Yue returned to her seat after finishing speaking.

After opening the book, Song Xi scanned the profile.

Almost all types of fiction are covered.

Fantasy, Romance, City, Doujin, Two-dimensional, Tanmei, Supernatural, Heroine, Heroine, Domineering CEO.
Song Xi read the books carefully.

Some are fascinating at first glance, and some are hard to read after half of it. Some are written lightly and cheerfully, some are full of positive energy, and some are written insanely at first glance.
Among them, Song Xi was fascinated by it without knowing it. It was not until Sun Yue asked everyone to eat that they realized that several hours had passed.

Everyone went to grab a bottle of drink and a snack.

While eating, Song Xi asked who wrote the book, and a girl with a round face raised her hand.

She happily leaned over, "Can I ask you how you wrote it? What is the direction of the plot?"

The girl's name was Arong, and she ate her meal, drank her drink, and wiped her mouth.

"It's just writing blindly. Write whatever comes to mind. If you can't write it, you have to write it hard. After all, you have to eat."

"You asked me about the direction of the plot, I don't know myself, I'm sorry."

"Do you know that I am far away from the original setting now?"

"I don't know what to write after dinner, so I think about it during the meal time, grab a thread and write."

"Sometimes there are so many threads, I just choose one to write at random, and I don't know where to write it, really."

Ah Rong's bright eyes are full of innocence.

"Since I scribbled, I feel much more energetic." Ah Rong showed a gratified smile.

Looking at the unattractive A Rong, Song Xi softly uttered a word.

"ox".

After eating, some wandered around, some returned to their seats to continue, some chatted and exchanged, and everyone was doing what suits them.

Song Xi returned to his seat, thinking that he was going to submit the first and second chapters of his first novel tomorrow, and he was still a little excited.

She also secretly hopes that Wang Yan can find this place as soon as possible, or find a chance to hide in a place where no one is around to send a message?

After making up his mind, Song Xi clicked on the document and typed the title of the novel:

"Woman's Delightful Enmity Record"

Song Xi wants to tell the story of a cute young swordsman who dreams of Jianghu to a famous heroine in Jianghu.

The north wind blew all night.

The next day, the snow stopped and the sky cleared.

Song Xi opened the door of the ruined temple.

I saw a vast expanse of sky and earth, and the eyes were all white, without any strange color.

Blood dripped up from under the snow, printing the snow above it red, showing a strange red color.

"Clang" sound

The long sword was inserted into the scabbard on the back.

Tighten the cap on his head.

Song Xi stepped out on this piece of red snow, facing the rising sun, his cloak fluttering behind him.

Two rows of petite footprints extend from the entrance of the ruined temple to the sky and the earth.

Song Xi looked at the beginning and nodded, she was very satisfied.

The corner of the mouth curved into an arc.

Then the arc slowly fades away.

What to write next?What do you do after you're done playing cool?
Song Xi turned his head, wanting to see what others wrote.

This is not an exam, why do you want to copy it?The imaginary roar of Figgy, the teaching director, came from his mind.

Is it about her childhood?
Or should I write the latter part first, and then intersperse with my childhood?
What are you going to write next?
Where did her enemy come from?

Why is there a grudge?
How did she learn martial arts?

Why does she want to be a heroine?
Forced or like Guo Furong?
In the process of becoming a heroine, do you have friends besides enemies?

What kind of people are friends?

Why do they become friends?

In addition to friends, do you want to arrange one or two people who admire her to be Junjie?

He is handsome, has a lot of money, and he only cares about her.

Do you want to give her some golden fingers?
Look at the word count again.

148.
It's still a thousand miles away from 4000 words.

A bunch of questions came together like a mess.

Fuck, it's so difficult.

As a heroine, shouldn't she cut all these problems with one sword?
It's so troublesome, I can't feel the joy and hatred of being a heroine, okay?
It's better to read other people's novels.

It is too difficult to write by yourself.

Song Xi suddenly wept.

Stop writing.

That is not acceptable, at least until the day when Wang Yan and the others come.

What can I do, write it.

"Since I scribbled, I feel much more energetic."

Ah Rong's words covered up all the turmoil at the end, and gave Song Xi a sliver of clarity.

Never mind, write it down.

Song Xi continued to type.

summer.

Cuiwei Mountain.

A manor with white walls and black tiles.

Following the cry of the baby, the housekeeper rushed to a carriage parked outside the village.

"Jiange, hurry up."

he ordered.

"Drive ~", the carriage rolled forward, raising a little dust.

69 words.

Very good, 217 characters.

That day, in order to build his martial arts dream, Song Xi wrote, deleted and deleted, wrote a few lines and thought hard for a while. When he finally took a break, he successfully coded 1283 characters.

When she was exhausted and felt hollowed out, and she was about to fall asleep with a mournful face, Sun Yue patted her on the shoulder.

"You wrote very well. I only wrote more than 500 words on the first day."

"Besides, I think your writing is very good, so I like you."

Song Xi's frustrated heart suddenly felt that he had met a bosom friend, and wished he could ask her for help on the spot.

Early the next morning, Su Cheng came over.

Looking around at the crowd, his eyes finally stopped on Song Xi.

"Song Xi didn't complete the task yesterday, follow me over there." He tilted his head.

"Isn't it starting today?" Song Xi asked, and the others raised their heads in confusion.

"I said it started from yesterday, do you have an opinion?" Su Cheng's foolish look came up again.

I see, this is pure revenge for the beating.

"Mr. Su, Song Xi's writing is very good." Sun Yuebang said.

"A girl who kills and kills without thinking, who likes to watch it."

"I'm tired of seeing this kind of subject matter. It's a subject many years ago, and now it's still used for nothing." Su Cheng said sarcastically.

Song Xi felt that a dog had urinated on his blood, and stood up to beat him again.

"You can say that I can't write well, but you can't insult my dream." He jumped in front of him with one step.

Su Cheng quickly took a few steps back and looked at Song Xi warily.

"Either follow me obediently, or Lao Lin will bear what you should bear for you." Su Cheng threatened.

"He is still tied up, I can give him some other medicine."

(End of this chapter)