A perfect life starting from a light novel writer

"Well, then, aren't you worried that your actions of writing novels now will cause similar small conflicts in your family?" Xia Yan asked cautiously.

If she was scolded for playing a mobile game, then Song Lingjun, a rich girl, would probably be intolerable in the eyes of her strict father for writing a serialized youth novel.

"Well, I'm not worried about that now, because I'm already sixteen years old and an adult. I can judge the direction and direction of my life by myself, and I'm responsible for it." Song Lingjun looked at Xia Yan and said softly.

In Longguo, people become adults at the age of sixteen! So she chose to write novels and do things she is interested in after she became an adult?

Xia Yan let out a long breath after hearing this.

Although he had only talked to her for a few minutes, Xia Yan really felt that Song Lingjun had a clear mind.

"Well, can I borrow your game consoles, Tang Yin, to play with them?"

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

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

Hearing this, Xia Yan immediately got excited, and hurried over to pick up a game console that he had been envious of for a long time, plugged it in, and placed it on the table.

"Want to try it out? Adults?"

Xia Yan looked at Song Lingjun, inserted the game cartridge of True Iron Soul, and the simple and rough electronic music similar to the red and white machine in the game console appeared.

Tang Yin was reading the manuscript of the novel there, and it was estimated that she would not pay attention to the two for half an hour. She was idle anyway, so she might as well play games.

Of course, the most important thing was that Xia Yan felt that Song Lingjun was too pitiful. Her childhood was not spent in the game hall, and she had the company of the game True Iron Soul. He would not allow Song Lingjun to be so ignorant at the age of 16.

This is the same as the children in the parallel world who did not have games such as Contra, Super Mario, King of Fighters, Dino Fighter, and Violent Motorcycle to accompany their childhood. It is absolutely intolerable.

Song Lingjun was also a little confused when he heard this.

What is Xia Yan thinking?

Two novelists whose works are being serialized on Hongfeng Literature are hot. Shouldn't they chat about novel creation, foreshadowing, reader emotional incitement and other novel plot creation techniques when they get together?

Why did you suddenly ask me if I play video games?

Song Lingjun looked at the game controller that Xia Yan placed in front of her, and the broken electronic sound coming from the game console

Thinking for two seconds.

"You can try it." Song Lingjun picked up the game controller, and inexplicably, a light and happy emotion arose in her heart.

The game True Iron Soul is actually similar to the King of Fighters in the parallel world. Players choose to control the character in the game at the beginning. They can play against the computer or against each other.

"I don't quite understand how to play this game. I may need you to teach me the operation."

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

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

As long as it is related to winning or losing, she will definitely pay 100% attention.

An indescribable temperament was born in her. Xia Yan originally wanted to play a teaching game with her in a relaxed and pleasant manner, but when he saw her eyes

What the hell?

Is she trying to bully me in the game?

Did I not offend her?

Xia Yan, who had been hanging out in the game hall for many years before junior high school, was very familiar with this kind of look from the game opponents.

Boys may not feel very uncomfortable when they lose a fight, but they can't sleep at night when they lose a game.

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

It took Tang Yin a long time to finish reading the seventh and eighth chapters of the two novels in her hands.

The plot of Yesterday's Starlight, after the foreshadowing in the early stage, is now a novel plot that combines fantasy, love and decryption.

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

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

And the journey of youth.

Tang Yin looked frustrated.

She interned as an editor at Red Maple Literature for four holidays in college, and worked at Red Maple Literature for nearly two years after graduation. Speaking of it, her career in the relevant industry can be said to be rich.

However, as for the manuscripts of the seventh and eighth chapters of the journey of youth that Xia Yan took out.

She couldn't find any faults.

This is by no means to say that this novel is really flawless, 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.

This doesn't need much modification, at most some of the writing style and description may be improved, but the main plot is a very mature love story for young girls.

Moreover, this plot makes her, the editor, feel like she has returned to her youth, with a girlish heart.

Seeing the plot when Guang stepped off the train at that crucial second and chose to stand with Futaba, Tang Yin could clearly feel her heartbeat speeding up.

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

Song Lingjun bit her lower lip tightly with her snow-white teeth, her eyes slightly red and stared at the screen of the game console, but her hand movements were not slow at all.

→

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

Small jump, crotch-piercing hand, landmine, explosive gas

Right now, Song Lingjun's eyes lit up and he pressed down hard with his fingers.

On the other side, Xia Yan had a smile on his face

My pants have been seen through. Little girl, what you want to do is all under the control of this master.

How is it possible that I, a real Iron Soul arcade master for ten years, was beaten by someone like you who learned from you for half an hour?

Quickly block, step back, and then

A set of combos by Xingyunliushui. The character controlled by Song Lingjun was blocked in the corner and couldn't get down from the sky.

Ten seconds.

Song Lingjun's fingers holding the game controller trembled for ten seconds, and her eyes became redder and redder, but in the end, she held back.

"I lost!" Song Lingjun lowered his head, his voice filled with endless grievance.

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

Immediately, all the pride in my heart disappeared. I reflected on my complacency in defeating a newbie in the game, and comforted the loser appropriately.

"0-9."

Song Lingjun's breathing was trembling. With this achievement, she clenched her fists.

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

Her takeout hotpot has arrived

The takeaway guy brought in a whole pot, then side dishes, various types of meat, and some seasonal vegetables.

Two minutes later, Tang Yin's living room was already filled with fragrance.

Xia Yan and Song Lingjun smelled the fragrance and their stomachs growled.

After all, it was already around eight o'clock in the evening, and the three of them had not eaten lunch at all. .

"Okay, let's talk while eating." Tang Yin's stomach growled with hunger.

On the dining table, the red oil soup in the pot was bubbling. Xia Yan and Song Lingjun were sitting upright, eating and listening to Tang Yin's teachings.

After all, she is the one who entertains guests. She is soft-spoken and has short hands to play other people's game consoles.

"Song Lingjun, your protagonist is very good, but the problem is the supporting characters. There are too many characters. There are more than a dozen people in the two-chapter novel. If there is no corresponding plot behind those people, then just mention them in one brushstroke and don't let them come out to disturb you. Reader’s sight.”

"Also, the plot in Chapter 8 is not good. In the dream maze, she encounters the classmate who framed the heroine before and is in crisis. It doesn't matter if she doesn't add insult to injury. Why should the hero rescue her?"

"I think this can reflect the kindness of the male protagonist." Song Lingjun said in a low voice.

In front of Xia Yan, she felt a little uncomfortable being criticized by editor Tang Yin for her novels. After all, Xia Yan was her competitor! How could he be laughed at 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 kind and gentle boy is just a central air-conditioning scumbag. He even saves the classmates who hurt the heroine. I can say this, it is an absolute huge minus for the hero," Tang Yin said directly.

When Song Lingjun heard this, he could only keep these words in his heart.

ten minutes later

Tang Yin’s criticism of Song Lingjun’s Yesterday’s Starlight manuscript is over.

"Okay, there are only so many problems with your novel in these two chapters. There are no major flaws. They are just minor details. It doesn't take much effort to correct them."

Hearing this, Song Lingjun's heart ignited with anticipation.

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

Editor Tang Yin didn’t need to give me face, I criticized him severely and suppressed his arrogance.

Song Lingjun was full of expectations, waiting for Tang Yin's next words.

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

"Yeah, I'll listen." Xia Yan sat upright.

Song Lingjun's eyes were extremely focused.

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

"." Xia Yan

"."Song Lingjun.

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

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

"Okay then, eat quickly. The meat won't taste good if it's been cooked for a long time."

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

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

"Well, don't you have anything to say about Tang Yin's novel about the journey of youth?"

Song Lingjun took the initiative to remind Tang Yin.

Hurry up and criticize Xia Yan!

Hurry up!

Don't give him face.

"Journey of Youth? There's not much to say. The plot is perfect and the writing is excellent. I can't fault it. I just submit it to the book publisher for publication and serialization." Tang Yin paused and looked at Song Lingjun speechlessly.

I don't even want to mention this matter, I just don't want to make Xia Yan proud. Why did you bring it up on your own initiative?

Song Lingjun opened his mouth wide and his fingers trembled slightly.

Neither Tang Yin nor Xia Yan noticed this moment.

A certain girl's Taoist heart was broken.

She has not yet recovered from the blow that Xia Yan's game abused her, and she was hit hard by the comparison between herself and Xia Yan in her novel career.

At this moment, Song Lingjun's hot pot tasted less delicious.

Why is this happening?