AI copywriting?All copied wrong!

I suspect that you have a strong dark psychology of tearing beauty into pieces for people to see, but not to create tragedy, but to shock the readers' souls.

Just like Jiansan created the book "The Giant Who Enters the Foundation" not to create a world masterpiece, but to kill readers, pure malice...

Tang Ping did not say these words and swallowed them silently.

He suddenly felt a little melancholy.

Why do I feel that the female writers I meet are not normal.

No, I seem to have only met two female writers in total.

That's barely okay.

"It's well written, I don't have much to say."

Tang Ping smiled politely and turned off his phone.

I have to spend a whole night reading these pictures to heal from reading these manuscripts this evening.

Lin Nan blinked and pursed her lips slightly, as if she was dissatisfied with Tang Ping's perfunctory response to her expectations.

But if you don’t say it, don’t say it. At least it received praise that “it’s well written”, but it didn’t receive any specific evaluation.

Lin Nan stretched out his phone and looked at Tang Ping eagerly.

"What else?" Tang Ping's scalp was numb.

Farewell, sister, I can't look at her anymore.

My SAN level has dropped low enough. If it gets any lower, I'll have to sleepwalk late at night. I'll stagger into the cave, bite my body down there and spill blood, smear the evil sacrificial circle with blood, and cheer. The evil god is coming.

But Lin Nan just held out his phone and had no intention of coming up with any more stories.

"And yours?"

Victor's question answered Tang Ping's doubts:

"We've already seen ours, so it's time for us to see yours."

"Have you not seen mine?" Tang Ping asked in surprise.

Although a certain person is not talented, he is the only one designated to be the leader in "The Dove of Peace".

You haven't read my story, but you actually wrote a fairy tale in "The Dove of Peace"?

The corners of Victor's mouth twitched.

Sometimes, he really wanted to punch Tang Ping in the cheek.

But he soon lost his temper again.

Tang Ping's work is indeed listed as a must-read story in "The Dove of Peace".

Many readers even claimed that after reading the "Care" works, the magazine could be thrown away, and the rest would be rubbish.

Although I was very unhappy, I couldn't find a reason to refute it.

"Of course I have read your story."

Victor sighed inwardly and said dullly:

"But those are all the works you have released. If possible, I would like to see the works you have not released yet."

"You know, published works are carefully revised. In unpublished works, it is easier to see your intention when writing."

A draft may not necessarily be easier to read than a full version.

But it must be better to understand the author's thinking when he wrote that paragraph.

Tang Ping looked at Lin Nan.

The autistic girl nodded expectantly, indicating that she did the same.

"Look at my archives."

Tang Ping hesitated.

"If it doesn't work, forget it." Victor said immediately.

This kind of thing cannot be done reluctantly.

"No, it's not impossible." Tang Ping shook his head.

It's not that I couldn't bear to take off my underwear to show others.

But he had too many underwear, and he didn't know which pair to pick out at the moment.

What you want to see are my gold underpants from "The Frog Prince", my silver underpants from "The Three Little Pigs", or my newly made copper underpants from "From the Red Moon..."?

He expressed his meaning cryptically.

Victor: "..."

He shouldn't have asked!

In the end, Tang Ping dug out his aluminum alloy underwear.

"Fox fakes tiger's power"

Although the writing is actually just like that, this is the most... among the three small animal fairy tales...

The latest one I wrote.

Issued to two people.

On the steps, there was a silence of serious reading.

In the room, the wine party finally came to an end.

Maybe it won’t be long before I finish reading the manuscript here.

It's almost time to break up over there and go back to your own hotel room.

Tang Ping looked back and counted the number of drunk people, feeling a little bad.

Almost everything was gone, and some people even lay down on the ground and fell asleep.

Does such a person still have the ability to walk back to the hotel by himself?

Or is it the responsibility of moving them back to the three people who haven't drank yet?

You don't want to do that kind of thing, carrying a drunken person back home or something like that.

If they vomit while walking, the pungent smell will stick to their clothes, but it won't be washed away even if they are washed ten times!

"really!"

On the right, no, a slightly cheerful female voice came from the left side of the body.

Tang Ping sat back upright and turned to look at Lin Nan.

This autistic girl finished reading "The Power of a Fox and a Tiger" at a very fast reading speed.

He raised his head and looked at himself with joy without any concealment.

This look was not familiar to Tang Ping.

But how much can you feel:

This is an unsuspecting and affectionate gaze that regards the object of gaze as one's own.

"You also like to work secretly on the affairs of the land!" Lin murmured in surprise!

Tang Ping was shocked.

He quickly shook his head and waved his hands:

"It's not that I don't have it! I've never cared about politics!"

Don't spread rumors. It's AI that cares about politics. I've always hated it. I hope AI will correct this bad habit as soon as possible and return to the right path of writing good stories. Don't jump back and forth on certain lines that shouldn't be tested repeatedly!

Lin Nan smiled.

What you say is never true.

But the things written in the story are the most true.

Tang Ping and her are the same kind!

It's a fellow traveler!

"Hahaha, who else?"

Wild and proud shouts came from inside the house.

Song Ze was the only one standing on the wine table.

His face was so red that even steamed crayfish would be ashamed, and his body was swaying as if he would fall down at any time, but his eyes were still bright, as if he had not been overwhelmed by drunkenness.

Tang Ping and the others turned to look.

Sadly, even Yan Yao, who looked like a female war goddess, collapsed on the table.

I looked away, or stopped looking, the image was completely ruined.

I hope no one at this table is suffering from alcoholism.

"Pack up and go back to take a shower and go to bed?" Tang Ping asked aloud.

When Song Ze heard the sound, he looked over and his eyes lit up: "Well, there's more? Come on, come on, I'll drink you down too, and I'll achieve my reputation of killing a hundred people!"

It’s better not to have such a good reputation... Tang Ping looked at the uncle and aunt next to him.

The uncle and aunt understood and smiled.

"It's time to go, it's time to go, we have to clean the living room!"

As soon as this word comes out.

Sleeping on the floor, lying on a chair, leaning on a table.

A group of people all opened their eyes and stood up.

"No more drinking, no more drinking, you win, you win, oh, I'm going back soon."

Tang Ping: "?"

Co-author You are not drunk, right?

Are they all pretending to be drunk?

Damn it, I've never seen anything like this in a bar. I've never seen this scene before.

I was surprised in my heart.

Tang Ping breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately.

From this point of view, if the three of them were not drunk and sober, they would not have to carry these people back.

A person who resists drunkenness is just as exhausted as a corpse.

"Well, no, I can still drink, I want to drink him down!"

The only exception was Yan Yao, who almost fought to the end at the table.

This sister was so drunk that she was willing to cut herself off in order to pull down Song Ze who had laughed at her so much in the afternoon.

But obviously, her drinking power is not as good as Song Ze's.

Tang Ping thought about it, it was the same.

Song Ze is running around outside all day long, expanding his business, and socializing is a must.

If you want to socialize, you have to drink. You don't have to be an ordinary drinker, you have to be a very drinker, otherwise others won't be willing to give you business.

It's not surprising that Song Ze has a great capacity for drinking.

As for Yan Yao, who sits in the office every day, there was no alcoholic drink on the table before, so she probably doesn't drink much.

Being able to drink with Song Ze until now may be due to the energy and the spirit of the atmosphere.

Then the question comes:

Who sent Yan Yao back who was really drunk?

On the wine table, several men looked at me and I looked at you.