I asked you to take your sister to school, and you fell in love with the teacher.

The old man was very happy, and the old man was very happy.

It was not until now that Jiang Ning knew that Shu Ming, in addition to being a teacher at the business school, had another identity, the vice president of the Xiangnan City Online Writers Association.

To be honest, when Jiang Ning learned the news, he was shocked. He didn't expect that the brother who had been with him for the past two days had so many identities.

He was not very prominent on weekdays, so I really didn't see it.

Soon, it was eight o'clock in the morning, and the first day of the training course officially began.

The lecturer was the editor-in-chief of the novel platform, and the content of this class mainly talked about the development history of online literature over the years.

Then, he talked about the current status of online literature and its future development trends.

This made Jiang Ning feel like he was back to college in his dream.

Because the editor-in-chief's voice on the stage was rhythmic and sounded like a lullaby.

Many people in the audience held up their mobile phones and took photos of the PPT courseware and took notes.

In the past, Jiang Ning also liked to take photos with his mobile phone and take notes, but later he found that the photos he took were stored in the album and were covered with dust. He never opened them and never looked at them, so he stopped doing so.

Now he prefers to use pen and paper to record, at least when copying, he can let the knowledge points go through his mind, which has some influence.

As he wrote, Jiang Ning began to lose his concentration.

He turned his head to look at the sky outside the window. What was Teacher Zhang doing at this time?

"I don't know if you have read the list recently. I found that the love article ranked first on the new book list during this period is very interesting."

The editor-in-chief on the stage gradually got into the mood and turned the boring class into a casual conversation between friends.

"If I remember correctly, the author of that book should be called Zai Yi."

When Jiang Ning heard the pen name Zai Yi, his thoughts were immediately pulled back.

This is no different from when the teacher suddenly calls your name in class.

"Great, Xiao Jiang, your book is the first on the new book list."

Shu Ming, who was standing next to him, pushed Jiang Ning with his arm and couldn't help but look at him with admiration.

Jiang Ning lowered his voice and whispered, "Just good luck."

"Luck is also part of strength." Shu Ming replied with a smile.

"And your book has been on the top of the list for a month in a row. This is not just good luck."

Jiang Ning replied with a smile, "Maybe."

"In addition to luck, I also asked for off-site assistance."

"Off-site assistance?" Shu Ming was confused.

Writing is a very personal thing, a process of talking to yourself, so why ask for off-site assistance?

It's not like participating in a quiz show where you ask friends and relatives for help with questions you can't answer.

Jiang Ning admitted, "My girlfriend helped me revise and polish my new book, and she also helped point out problems in the plot."

"So it was this off-site assistance." Shu Ming suddenly realized.

Such off-site assistance is not uncommon. He sometimes sends his manuscripts to his wife to listen to her opinions.

"In that case, your girlfriend is also a novelist?" Shu Ming asked casually.

Jiang Ning shook his head: "No, she rarely reads online novels, let alone write."

"Well, I thought you two were full-time authors."

"Even if my girlfriend is interested in online novels, she won't write full-time." Jiang Ning said softly.

"She thinks this industry is unstable and the monthly manuscript fee will fluctuate."

Shu Ming nodded, not denying Jiang Ning's statement.

The income of online writers is too variable.

Some people can make 30,000 or 50,000 in a month, or they may not make a penny in the next six months.

Laughing loudly is useless, the one who laughs to the end is the winner.

"So she said that there must be someone in this family with a stable job." Jiang Ning was thinking about it and talking to himself.

"Only in this way, even if I have no income, she can support me."

......

In the next three days, Jiang Ning showed up at the venue on time to attend classes and lectures.

To say that he gained something, he was definitely enlightened when listening to those great writers sharing their creative experiences.

So novels can be written like this? !

When he was still studying writing skills, these big guys had already studied these things thoroughly, and even played with them.

It seems that he still has a long way to go.

It was also during these few days that Jiang Ning and Shu Ming became more and more familiar with each other.

Shu Ming called him Xiao Jiang, and he called Shu Ming Lao Shu.

Ten

February 3rd was the last day of class. To be more precise, the platform distributed completion certificates to each author present, indicating that they had officially graduated from this seminar.

Jiang Ning took a photo and sent the certificate to Zhang Mengqing, adding as always: "I miss you, want to kiss and hug you."

He didn't feel that way when they were together before, but after they separated, Jiang Ning felt that every day was like a year.

He just hoped that the course here would end soon, and then he would return to Teacher Xiao Zhang as quickly as possible.

However, Teacher Xiao Zhang did not reply in the chat box immediately, probably because he was in class.

Jiang Ning put his phone in his pocket and prepared to take the nearest high-speed rail back to Hunan with Shu Ming.

The two walked out of the venue side by side and prepared to stop a taxi on the side of the road.

At this time, Jiang Ning's shoulder was gently patted.

He turned his head subconsciously and then froze in place.

Looking at Zhang Mengqing who suddenly appeared, Jiang Ning suspected that he was dreaming.

"Shouldn't you be in school at this time?" His voice was full of surprise and joy.

Teacher Zhang put his hands behind his back and smiled: "Because someone said he missed me."

"And it just so happened that I missed him too, so I came to see him."