Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 512 Is the prose well written?
"Didn't you tell me before that I had read so many books but could only quote other people's words and had never thought about writing a book of my own?" There was an indescribable sense of pride in Avella's tone: "Although I was very angry at first, I thought about it later. You are right. If I don't write something to prove what I have learned, wouldn't all the books I read in the past be wasted? So I started to try to write a book. I didn't expect it to be so simple. The content you see now-"

She raised the manuscript in her hand and said, "I wrote it these past few days. I counted in my mind while writing. I wrote a total of 23,121 words. How about that? Pretty impressive, right?"

She proudly proved to Lingge that she was not the bookworm who could only repeat the sentences in the book as he thought, but she had her own thoughts, her own understanding, and even her own creative ideas. Otherwise, how could she write so many words in just half a month?

Lingge rubbed his eyebrows and suddenly felt helpless.

It seems that Alice guessed wrong. Olvera has been staying in the room for the past half month. She is not depressed at all, but is creating her first work. Think about it, although Princess Berman looks weak and weak, and usually has no opinion, but because she was imprisoned in a dark castle and watched her relatives and friends separated and her country destroyed, she is actually the toughest in her bones. When Fei Er told the story, she was the only one who did not show any confusion or sadness from beginning to end, but always stood firm in her attitude, believing that no sacrifice can be made without the knowledge of the person involved, and those who did wrong must be punished.

Perhaps it is because of this that she can do what no one else can do and lead everyone out of danger.

Although it was a wasted trip, Lingge was not very angry. Instead, he thought that her strong character was a good thing, at least it saved him from having to talk too much. So he was ready to find an excuse to leave, but when he came to his senses, he found that Avra ​​was holding a stack of manuscripts, covering the area below her nose, revealing only a pair of golden eyes, staring at him eagerly. He was stunned: "What's wrong with you, Avra?"

"Nothing, but," the princess of Belman paused deliberately, "I listened to you and wrote a book."

"Uh." She seemed to be hinting at something, but Linge didn't understand: "So?"

Do you want me to praise you?
"So, don't you want to read the contents of this book?" Olvera blinked. "Of course, I didn't ask you to read it. If you don't read it, there are plenty of people who can. I can give it to Sister Saint Charity, to Ieta, to Medea, to Alice... Well, forget about Alice. Anyway, I can give it to many people! So, don't think you are very important. Anyway, I just casually invited you to be the first reader. It's not important at all..."

You are too anxious. Did you learn this from Alice?
Although that woman is not here, she is everywhere.

Isn’t the first reader important?

"Let me see it," was all he could say.

Moreover, judging from your expression, it is obvious that you really want me to agree, right?
The princess deliberately shifted her gaze to the side, her eyes wandering, sometimes looking at the bookshelf, sometimes looking at the ceiling, in short, she refused to look at Lingge, but this made her look very concerned about Lingge's answer. The young man rubbed his brows with a headache. Although he avoided one trouble, another trouble still came to him. What's worse, he didn't seem to have any reason to refuse.

"Good~"

Aoweila didn't seem to hear the helplessness in his words. She happily agreed, her eyes curved into a crescent shape, and then she stuffed all the manuscripts into Lingge's hands and urged, "Hurry up and look!"

Lingge opened the manuscript and began to read it carefully. The room fell into silence for a moment, and only the occasional rustling of papers could be heard, and the warm breathing of Olivia close at hand - her eyes seemed to speak, fixed on Lingge's face, conveying to him an emotion called expectation.

Time passed quietly. About half an hour later, Ling Ge finally read through the manuscript and understood its content and structure. He then handed it back to Ovilla. The princess of Belmang took it and immediately asked impatiently, "How is it?"

Is it amazing? Is it very good? Is the writing amazing and the plot touching? Ao Vera is very self-aware. She doesn't ask Ling Ge to compare her with the famous writers in literary history, but at least she should be able to reach the professional level, right? She didn't read books for so many years in vain! "How should I put it?" Ling Ge considered the words: "What I need to explain to you is that I am not a student of literature, let alone a professional in this field. I don't have the ability and quality of literary criticism, so my evaluation below is from the perspective of a pure reader. I hope you can understand, Ao Vera."

"Of course I understand." Olvera's eyes sparkled. She seemed to have a premonition that Linger would give a very high evaluation from these words: "So just speak with confidence. I will never blame you!"

Now that she said so.

Ling Ge raised his eyebrows and summarized his impressions after reading it in six simple words: "The prose is well written."

"Eh?" Avella was stunned, thinking that she might have heard it wrongly: "What did you say?"

"I think the prose is well written." Linger patiently repeated his previous evaluation. To be honest, this evaluation is positive, especially coming from the taciturn Linger. As we all know, his evaluation of anything is always just good or bad. So, the word "not bad" has already poured out a lot of his true feelings, which is very important.

Although, this was not the evaluation that Olvera wanted.

"I didn't write prose!" Olvera said angrily, "This is a novel, a novel! I wrote everything I've experienced since I was born, including my parents' teachings, my childhood experiences, and my interactions with my teachers, into this novel. Don't you see that, Lingge!?"

I am so disappointed. I thought you could understand it, but you don't even have the most basic cultural literacy. Is this the level of college students? Not even as good as Alice!
Ling Ge said something she didn't expect: "I know."

"what?"

“I know it’s fiction.”

His cultural attainments were not as bad as Olivia imagined, to the point where he couldn't even distinguish between the two literary genres of prose and fiction.

“But,” this made Avella even more confused. She said in a daze, “Didn’t you just say that my prose…is well written?”

“Yes, but that’s not a contradiction.”

Linger spoke calmly. He felt that although his reply was euphemistic, the meaning he wanted to express was very clear. He didn't expect that Avra ​​still couldn't hear it. In this case, he could only make it clear: "I know you write novels, so I said that your prose is well written."

"..."

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)