AI copywriting?All copied wrong!

"So, as an old guy like me, I can't help but want to test you. I wonder if I can move to the podium and write an impromptu story?"

Uh... Tang Ping didn't respond.

What story to write?

What are the requirements?

As a writer, shouldn't it be better to write alone in a small closed room? Only through careful consideration can one write well. Why should he write in front of everyone?

Tang Ping said nothing, and the well-known writer added:

“It’s okay if you feel embarrassed, it’s unfortunate but understandable.

"Anyone here is inspired and wants to write a big book about it? It doesn't need to be more, just a short story of more than a hundred words."

He turned his attention to other writers, but glanced at Tang Ping from time to time, which was quite obvious.

Tang Ping: "..."

He sat down.

I spent a long time just watching him fall asleep and wanted to tease him.

Well, whatever, who hasn't been picked up and ridiculed by the teacher for falling asleep in class?

I have long been used to it.jpg.

As for going up and writing impromptu stories, leave the limelight to those who love the limelight.

The famous writer looked around the conference room three times.

Three full laps.

All the writers were silent and no one came forward.

Everyone is involved in the fairy tale circle and knows more or less about the elders in the fairy tale field.

Who doesn’t know that what the famous Mr. Niu on the podium likes to do most after he closes his book is to praise the younger generation first and then criticize them, and find faults to show his superiority?

He came up with this topic, and he was just waiting for a stupid young writer to come up and make a fool of himself and serve as a stepping stone for him.

In another corner, Qiao Yinque raised his butt several times and finally sat down.

She really wanted to be in the limelight this time, hoping to attract the attention of the Fairy Tale Empire.

Especially after seeing Tang Ping being teased for being left behind.

Even at the risk of being stepped on.

But her reason told her that even Tang Ping, who always danced like this, chose to avoid its edge. If she rushed forward, she would only be looking for a slap.

Forbearance!

Mr. Niu looked at everyone present for the fourth time.

Take a long sigh.

Why are these young guys so uncooperative?

Especially the "care" that has been in the limelight recently, shouldn't the young man have a very stubborn temper?

Mr. Niu thought to himself, and his eyes shifted. This time, he no longer deliberately passed Tang Ping, but settled on him.

"Little friend 'Guan Ai', why don't you try your skills on a small scale?"

Tang Pingping smiled: "Teacher Niu kindly accepts it, but I have no interest in writing. What I hate most in my life is writing."

Upon hearing this, many writers looked in agreement and nodded in agreement.

Who among serious writers wants to write?

do you want? (looking at each other)

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Mr. Niu's smile faded, he shook his head slowly, and said in a warning tone:

"You can't say that. You rely on the pen to make a living, so you should be in awe of the pen. You need to love it and put your heart and soul into it to write a story that makes readers care."

Tang Ping's smile remained the same: "What Teacher Niu said is that I know a writer who perfectly meets your requirements and makes me feel ashamed. She is also here, the former 'Little Sparrow' and now the 'Big Tit', applause It’s a grand invitation!”

Qiao Yinque: "???"

Me! ! !

She stared at Tang Ping, who was clapping in the other corner, as if she had seen a ghost. Why did you still pour water on me?

And can you please stop calling me by my new pen name in public? Please, I really regret it!

Qiao Yinque buried her head deeply, thinking silently in her heart, "You don't even know me, you don't even know me"...

Whether it's sad or lucky, not many people know her.

Everyone looked around, looking for this writer with such a strange pen name.

But whether it was luck or sadness, the lighting engineer smiled knowingly and turned the spotlight on her.

It illuminated her from head to toe, as if she were glowing.

Qiao Yinque: "..."

Lighting engineer, knock on your mother, do you hear, knock on your mother!

She raised her head in despair and managed a decent smile, like an ostrich that had given up its struggle and was waiting for death.

Mr. Niu glanced at Qiao Yinque.

He withdrew his gaze and let the girl go.

"Teacher 'Care', don't be humble. I have learned a lot from your "Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf" and I have benefited a lot.

"Please come on stage. I would like to communicate with you in a simple and in-depth manner and verify the experience I have learned."

Tang Ping's smile gradually turned cold.

I have repeatedly said that I don’t want to be in the limelight. What do you mean by insisting that I go up?

It’s not like you’re really in school, you can just say haha ​​and go over there, but you really want me to get off the stage?

A male writer quietly approached Tang Ping from below and whispered to Tang Ping:

"Just go up there and follow the old man's lead. There's no need to vent your anger."

Tang Ping glanced at him sideways:

"Why don't you go?"

Having said that, he sighed.

Get up and walk onto the stage.

Respect the old and love the young, traditional virtues.

"Teacher Niu must ask me to write, that's fine.

"But I'm not good at improvisational writing. If my writing isn't good, please don't blame me."

Mr. Niu grinned.

"It doesn't matter, you just write."

He gave up his position and gave Tang Ping the computer playing the PPT.

Tang Ping took over and closed his eyes.

"What does Teacher Niu want me to write?"

"Anything, just a short fairy tale with a magical and confusing feel."

"Oh, then I may have some inspiration. Thanks to Teacher Niu, it just came to me."

Tang Ping gathered his energy.

From a gap, a memory in the brain is dug out.

Editor Jieao: The second theme is "change"...

Mr. Niu: The cheeks are as baggy as a frog.

"Student Guan Ai, please help me write an article called "The Frog Prince". The story is about a princess who met a frog..."

In his mind, Tang Ping fed the AI ​​the rough plot that inspired the memory.

AI:

"Okay, I have understood what the fairy tale "The Frog Prince" you want me to write is like. Now I will explain my understanding. I hope it is consistent with your expectations:"

"A long time ago, there was a beautiful little princess who often played by a pool in the forest next to the palace. 』

"Her favorite thing was to take a golden ball and throw it around here. But one day, unfortunately, she missed it and the golden ball fell into the pool. 』

"While the little princess was feeling sad and lost, and couldn't help crying, the pond rumbled, and a frog came out of the pond and jumped onto the duckweed. 』

"Poor little princess," the frog only had two feet on the duckweed. "Did you drop this rubber ball that can't be kicked away, or this briquette that's still dirty no matter how you wash it?"

"The little princess raised her tearful eyes and saw that the frog's two forelimbs, one on the left and one on the right, were holding a wet leather ball and a dirty briquette respectively. 』

""No," the little princess sobbed. "What I dropped was a golden golden ball."

"Oh, my beautiful little princess, how honest you are!" the frog praised sincerely. "To reward your honesty, I gave you this ball that cannot be kicked away, and this ball that is always dirty no matter how you wash it. I’ll give you all the briquettes!”』

""But I don't want these two balls, I just want my golden ball!"

"The little princess said this, but the frog didn't listen.It jumped close to the little princess with its two hind legs and insisted on stuffing the rubber balls and briquettes into her pocket. 』

"The little princess was so frightened that she ran away and fled back to the palace. 』

"But the frog still didn't let her go. When the little princess was having lunch, he jumped up and closed the door. 』

"While banging on the door with rubber balls and briquettes, leaving wet and dirty marks on the door, I shouted loudly:"

""Little princess, I'm here to deliver rubber balls and briquettes!""

"The king heard the sound and asked what was going on. When he found out what had happened, he frowned and said unhappily: "Throw it out and feed it to the dogs."

"The guards took the frog and threw it into the kennel, where it was eaten by the dogs. 』

"But before the little princess could breathe a sigh of relief and rejoice that she was finally free, the banging on the door and the shouting came again:"

""Little princess, I'm here to deliver rubber balls and briquettes!""

Chapter 135 "The Frog Prince"? ? (four thousand words)

AI:

"The frog's cry sounded like a reminder. The little princess's face turned pale, she was trembling, and she was extremely scared. 』

"The king's expression also changed, and he quickly ordered the guards: "Take him out and feed the dogs!"

"The guard felt evil and suppressed his fear. He grabbed the frog again and threw it into the kennel to feed the dogs. 』

"But before they could relax their nerves, another frog jumped up at the door, with a webbed ball of leather and a webbed ball of coal, and banged on the door:"

""Little princess, I'm here to deliver rubber balls and briquettes!""

"Not only that, this time it sang:"

"...Gou Lan has always acted elegantly. Since ancient times, my father-in-law has always been famous."

"... Mahu loves to listen to the song of the bird, and the rooster crows in the middle of the night."

"...But coal eggs are born black. No matter how you wash them, they are still dirty."

"...But the ball has always been played against the little skin. No matter how you kick it, it just won't go away."

"The king was furious when he heard the thunder: "Feed the dogs! Feed the dogs! Feed the dogs in the dark!"

"The guards were busy catching the frog and taking it to the kennel. 』

"But again and again, no matter how many times they caught the frog into the doghouse, how many times the dog swallowed the frog, or how many times they added more defenses at the door of the palace. 』

"The frog always jumps to the door, holds briquettes and rubber balls, bangs on the door and sings. 』

"Until the palace dogs could no longer walk, the little princess and the king couldn't bear to be disturbed. The king finally couldn't help but asked angrily:"

""What on earth do you want to do, you damn frog?""