Writing novels in a different world can really find a wife

A good outline is the skeleton and foundation of a good novel, and it must never be careless.

在抛去1天，也就是说库克共有10天，1天要写3万字。考虑意外情况，还要多写。最少每天写3万5.

This is definitely beyond the limits of the human body.You have to do it without sleeping or eating.

The more Cook thought about it, the more difficult it became.

"Try it first."

...........

Cook spent a day and came up with a pretty good story.

In order to resonate with readers, the male protagonist is set as the third male from a lower-level aristocratic family who has no job opportunities.Because his fighting ability awakened relatively late, he was looked down upon since he was a child.

The heroine is set as a slave girl with the hero's childhood sweetheart.The hero and heroine love each other.The male protagonist has made up his mind since he was a child to bring happiness to the girl.To this end, the hero has been working hard.

Unexpectedly, after finally overcoming all kinds of difficulties, the hero can finally walk with the girl.The war suddenly broke out.In order to resist the invasion of powerful neighboring countries, the male protagonist resolutely participated in the war.

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Chapter 81: I, Cook, Write Fiction

Before leaving, the female protagonist gave her first love to the male protagonist, in order to reassure the male protagonist and express her love even more.The two of them turned up and down on the bed, and their hearts became closer.

However, the hero's army was surrounded by the enemy on the battlefield, and a large number of soldiers were killed by the enemy.The hero is also on the verge of death.

At the moment of death, the male protagonist thought of the female protagonist's naked body, and exploded the hidden power in his body, killing everyone.

The hero who saved his comrades won the honor.No longer a weakling who is excluded by everyone.

And so the war ended.

Leaving the battlefield, the male lead returned to his hometown full of expectations with his military achievements, but found that the female lead was snatched away by the enemy in order to protect the children in the village.

In order to save the heroine, the hero raised his sword again.But this time, many people spontaneously stood beside the hero.The male protagonist is no longer a weak person.

The heroine was also appreciated for her character and appearance, and she unknowingly transformed from an ordinary slave into a great saint...

From here, the legendary life of the hero and heroine really kicked off.

"The male protagonist should be called Alsace. The name sounds ill-fated. The female protagonist is called Jaina, which gives people a feeling that it is difficult to meet the male protagonist. It seems that I can write a lot of content. The title of the book is "" Slightly Hot Paradise"

Once you have thought about the story, the next step is to refine it and write it down on paper.

Cook’s confident writing skills are used here.

Especially the hero and heroine in the story must be written vividly, which can arouse readers' strong sense of substitution.

We want everyone to feel that Arthas and Jaina are not fictional characters, but living characters who are at the mercy of fate like everyone else, but who fight against it with perseverance.

He is our comrade-in-arms, friend, and the hero who brought us out of the predicament.

It resonates with everyone and produces the power of belief that exceeds the fear of death.

Closing his eyes and opening them, Cook took a deep breath and stuck the pen tip on the straw paper.

The sound of pen tip rubbing against paper continued to be heard in the dark and quiet room.

.......

Sylph, Nina, and Suxi walked towards the warehouse on tiptoe like thieves.

"Has Cook been out all this time?"

The loli girl who was asked by the elf nodded worriedly.

"Yes. I put the food in. The young master hasn't come out since he entered the room."

"It's been half a day. Is Cook okay? It's really disturbing."

Catwoman also showed a worried expression.

The blond elf walked to the door cautiously, and put his fingers to his jewel-like lips.

"Shh."

After the cat girl and the little loli nodded, the elf's chest shook, and the door was carefully opened a crack.

The door was only opened to the width of the belly of a finger, and the three hurriedly moved their faces to the door.From bottom to top, there are loli, cat girl, and elf in order. The three limp faces are squeezed together, looking anxiously through the crack of the door.

In the dark room, it is almost impossible to see the facilities in the room.Only a small area illuminated by the faint blue light emitted by the magic stone can be seen.There, the boy was sitting at the desk, writing furiously.He didn't notice the three people who crowded at the door and peeked at him worriedly.

The way he concentrates makes people feel that he is integrated with the environment, as if he has become a part of the space.

Everyone noticed the serious expression on the boy's face, and the seriousness in his piercing eyes that adults would be ashamed of.The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, as if smiling.

Sylph, Nina, and even Saxi felt from Cook that he loves this job.

Cook is not only writing, but also enjoying the joy of writing.

This joy was also conveyed to Sylph and others.Let your heart, which has been hanging around, relax a little.

Saxi blinked her big eyes at Cook, and suddenly noticed that the lunch beside Cook hadn't moved at all.Suzy just wanted to call Cook's name, but Nina put her finger on Suzy's lips.

Loli raised her head, and the smiling cat girl and elf shook their heads slightly.

'Don't bother him. '

Luo Li seemed to understand what the big sisters wanted to convey, and nodded slightly.Although he still looked worried, he slowly moved his little face away from the crack in the door.

Everyone closed the door gently and quietly left the warehouse again.

The elf with arms outstretched and joints moving and the catgirl with tail twirling said happily.

"Let me work harder too. It's been a long time since I've been serious. This time, I can't hold back anymore."

"So do I. We must do all the work of the trade union well, and we can't let him worry about other things."

Seeing the big sisters suddenly full of energy, the little Lolita also laughed and ran to catch up with the big sisters.

"Sister Silver, Sister Nina, wait for me. I also want to help the young master reduce his work."

"Okay. Saxi is really sensible. She's so cute...I want to hug her."

"Ni, sister Nina. Let go, let me go."

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The entire city and the entire street are shrouded in deep night, and people who have worked all day can finally put down their work and get a short rest.

This time may be the most relaxing moment of the day for hard-working people.

Everyone took the opportunity to recover their strength, so that they can start a new job smoothly tomorrow.

Even Sylph, Hall, officers and soldiers, who had something on their minds and were worried all the time, couldn't bear the tiredness brought by instinct, and lay there twisted and fell asleep.

The world has become extremely quiet because everyone has gone to sleep.Even the most lively Night Butterfly in the entire city also entered the space of Night God and was dyed with cold colors.

Wearing pajamas and sleeping in a daze, Sylph staggered out of her room holding her disheveled hair.

"Drink water, drink water..."

Because of sleepiness, or because there was something in his heart that he couldn't let go of, when he realized it, he was already standing in front of the warehouse in the corner of Night Butterfly.

Standing in front of the door, Sylph heard faint rustling noises coming from the room.

Sylph also noticed a faint light coming from the crack in the door.

Turning around and looking out the window, except for the brilliance of the silver moon, it was almost pitch black.

There is no need to carefully confirm the current time.

I wanted to open the door to confirm, but put my hand in front of the door, but put it down again.

Everything he wanted to say rolled to his lips, but was swallowed again.

The blond elf had a smile on his face and his ears twitched.

Sylph finally left the warehouse with her disheveled hair.

"After living for a hundred years, this is the first time I admire a child. I have also become sentimental from the sunset."

On her way back to sleep, Sylph heard a faint noise coming from Nina's room.There also seemed to be a faint light flickering over there in the kitchen.

"One by one, really. They are all attracted by a certain kid. Before they know it, everyone has started to revolve around him."

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ps: It is about to be put on the shelves.

Chapter 82: I, Cook, Write Fiction

Early the next morning, Cook, who moved a little, opened the door of the warehouse.

On the table in front of the door, there was a prepared breakfast, a blanket to keep warm, and a large bottle of spirits.

Look at three things.Cook first showed a embarrassed expression, but immediately smiled on his tired face.

In this store, there is only one person who can squeeze the tortillas so small.Because her hands are too small, the tortillas she makes are always small and delicate.

The rug had cats embroidered on it, in the same style as the decorations in a cat lover's room.It is self-evident whose private property this is.There is a special fragrance on the blanket.

Although the last spirit is inexplicable, but this is how that idiot cares.

Cook seemed to see the different sleeping faces of the three people.

Curled up, hugging the little loli with a painful expression on her face, wagging her tail with a happy face... being entangled by the big sister like a pillow, making a painful moaning sound... lying on the bed, rolling the sheet It was a mess, with one big white leg hanging out of the window, almost rolling out of bed...

Take a bite of the tortilla, throw the blanket over you, and toss the spirits away.

Cook went back into the warehouse.

"We have to speed up."

…………..

Cook threw himself into writing.

Immerse all consciousness in that created world.

Cook seems to have become an invisible observer, recording the life of Alsace and Jaina with exquisite brushstrokes.

Even when two people are having sex, they observe and record every move.

"It's a bit voyeuristic. I have such a film on my hard drive."

Cook felt that he had a great time writing it.The story struck an emotional chord with Cook.Let Cook himself be excited, excited, happy, and nervous as the story develops.

Different emotions are uncontrollably guided out.It made Cook feel that he broke through the depressing cumulus clouds of the real situation and gained a new life.I'm so happy.

Sure enough, books and novels are the best.

Cook really once had the idea of ​​forgetting all his worries and immersing himself in this world...

If you want to impress readers, you must first resonate with the author himself.

Cook did this perfectly.

Cook is very satisfied with the stories he has written and is full of confidence.

But... when Cook stopped writing contentedly... he noticed a terrible reality that could not be escaped.

Cook thought that after such a long time, he must have completed the amount in the plan.But after checking the number of scraps of paper, I was horrified to find that even half of the plan had not been achieved.

"Damn it. Too much writing has paralyzed the ability to judge the status quo. Sure enough...too optimistic."

There is a limit to how fast humans can write.In addition to the time spent thinking about the plot and considering the text, the writing speed will be greatly reduced.

Also, writing for long periods of time drains willpower very quickly.

Even Cook, who is strong-willed, will have headaches, brain fever, confusion and unclear thinking after writing.

At this time, a short rest is needed to calm the brain.

The reason is a bit like cooling an overheated machine, otherwise it will reduce production efficiency, and the worst may be to burn the machine.

Yet even with rest, the fatigue and sleepiness from long hours of work builds up, making the intervals between that low willpower ever shorter and shorter.

Later, it will become a fatal factor affecting the writing speed.