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After nightfall, she turned on the small desk lamp and tried to make changes based on the shortcomings pointed out to her by the editor Bai She.

But I found that there were so many bad things, covering every aspect of the story, that I didn’t know where to start if I wanted to make changes.

Mingming looked complacent half a day ago, feeling that everything was perfect.

Now I just feel that every word is so awkward that I want to poke my eyes out.

Oh my God!How could I write something so disgusting!

Under the small desk lamp, Qiao Yinque was at a loss.

Is this the result of not writing for too long?

Her control over the words has disappeared. The words no longer rush out like flowing clouds and flowing water. Each character is no longer alive, but is like a puppet hung by silk threads, mechanically performing a soulless puppet show.

Despite this, Qiao Yinque still did not give up.

She gritted her teeth and rewrote it from scratch, over and over again, and submitted it to editor Bai She again and again, asking for review.

Then I was criticized day by day to the point where I had to cry in the toilet.

When Tang Ping's "Snow White" received doubts and praise one after another, she was revising the draft.

While Tang Ping was chatting and laughing with the editor, she was revising the manuscript.

The editor Bai She couldn't stand the persistence day after day.

She ran out of patience and handed Qiao Yinque over to her assistant editor, who had full authority to handle it until she felt it was okay, and then gave the manuscript to her for review.

The so-called assistant editor is a future editor who has not yet become a formal editor and can only work beside the formal editor to handle miscellaneous matters and learn how to be an editor at the same time.

It can be considered an exile.

Qiao Yinque still didn't give up.

As she revised and listened to suggestions night after night, her level gradually recovered.

Finally, not long ago, I recovered enough to be able to publish a manuscript in Fairy Tale Empire.

On the day she learned that the manuscript had been published, she couldn't tell whether she was relieved or disappointed.

Maybe nothing.

My heart has long been numb, and I am so tired that I just want to fall asleep.

Then, after signing the employee signature, there were nightmares and ghosts in bed for several days.

Perhaps it was due to staying up late for many days in a row to write, exhausting my Zen energy and thinking, resulting in Qi deficiency.

Qiao Yinque always dreams that the editor Bai Snake looks like a beautiful snake, with a human head and a snake body, and a ferocious and twisted face, as if begging for her life...

He breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head.

Qiao Yinque tried hard to forget the terrifying image of the editor White Snake in her dream.

To avoid having to go to Fairy Tale Empire magazine to meet the editor in the future and hallucinate the two images together.

“Although I don’t know how long it will take before it can be published.

"And it's been changing day by day and I don't know how many times...

“But no matter what, at least I’ve finished the manuscript!

"It was still a manuscript written under one of the three major editors!"

Qiao Yinque clenched his fists.

Tang Ping.

Just wait and look up to me!

Tilt your neck until it feels sore!

……

"Ah!"

Tang Ping was eating lunch when he suddenly sneezed.

Fortunately, he pulled out a piece of paper in time to cover it up, preventing the food and saliva from flying out. The classmates shared the same lunch box.

"Have you caught a cold?" Cui Jiao, the tablemate who invited him to dinner, asked, stacking his hands up and down to protect his lunch box.

"No, I probably just inhaled some dust."

Tang Ping folded some paper towels and wiped his mouth, then folded a few more and placed them by the table. After he finished eating, he took them away and threw them into the trash can.

In fact, he didn't quite understand why Cui Jiao invited him to dinner when he was about to take the college entrance examination and he had perjured himself to prove that he wasn't caring anymore.

But it’s nice to have a meal cooked by someone else.

How many young people have eaten sumptuous meals cooked by their lovely female classmates?

At least Tang Ping didn't have it in his previous life.

So he readily agreed!

"Why did you come to see me this time?" he asked.

"Can't I treat you to dinner if I have nothing to do?" Cui Jiao asked.

"Then I can feel free to eat for free." Tang Ping took a spoon from the left and chopsticks from the right.

Cui Jiao, my female deskmate, is not very good at her craftsmanship, but it is not bad.

At least it's better than some crappy restaurants.

God knows what's going on in some restaurants. Each dish is more unpalatable than the last. It's like someone who has never been a chef opened a restaurant on a whim.

Cui Jiao's eating movements were much more graceful. While she was stuttering, she watched him fast in and out.

When he finished eating, he drank up the soup and took out a tissue to wipe his lips.

Then he asked in a low voice: "Tang Ping, are you confident about the college entrance examination?"

"what happened?"

"I don't have much confidence. I'm afraid I won't do well in the exam. I'm a little scared."

"Then after you finish the exam, prepare to work in a factory. I have a way to do this. Come to me when the time comes and I will help you make arrangements."

"I'm not kidding, I'm serious!"

"I also have a lot of connections, including electronics factories, clothing factories, and so on."

Cui Jiao puffed up her cheeks and glared at him angrily: "Can't you just comfort me?"

"Then it's a trap. I refuse."

"Okay, okay, okay, I won't pretend anymore, I'll show my cards."

Cui Jiao spread her hands:

“I just want to ask you, if you know Guan Ai, can you introduce me to him after the college entrance examination?

"I really want to learn how to write. A well-known big writer will definitely not accept me, but if it is an outstanding little writer like him who has no reputation, it might be possible."

Tang Ping said "uh".

He almost thought that just now.

Cui Jiao wanted him to step in and act as a matchmaker.

That would be horrible.

"Although for a layman, it is indeed like a master and an apprentice when it comes to writing..."

Tang Ping recalled reading the writers’ forum in his spare time. There were posts one by one looking for masters and apprentices. There were also many writers’ comments and complaints in the writer’s group he had joined by diving in:

"But in fact, for truly expert writers, this kind of thing is too lazy to do."

"Ah? Why?" Cui Jiao didn't understand.

“On the one hand, for experts, teaching disciples can easily lead to high blood pressure. An example is when editors teach new writers.

"Young newbies, who don't have lofty ideals and think that everyone else is just mediocre? Once I take action, the industry will be turned upside down——

"Even if you say something nice, you must listen to the teacher and study seriously, but in fact you will not listen to half a word.

"Only those who pay tuition are likely to listen carefully, while those who pay for free are rarely valued."

Tang Ping shrugged his shoulders.

Although he is not an expert at all, he is just a layman pretending to be an expert.

But using what I saw and heard to deceive Cui Jiao, who is 100% a pure amateur, is definitely enough!

Cui Jiao opened her mouth to express that she was not that kind of newbie and that she could pay——

"Of course, I believe you. How can you, a smart, cute and clever little girl, be like those ordinary people who have lofty ideals?"

Tang Ping said with a pleasant look:

“So here comes the second question – those who can recruit disciples are basically those who are not very good at writing.

"A truly talented person will be paid for every word he writes. Magazines and publishing houses are urging him to write stories, but he can't even hide. Writing is what he hates the most. How can he still have the patience to teach others? writing?

"You know, when you teach people to write, you always need help to revise the text, so that the newbie can understand why it needs to be changed, how to change it, and what is the difference between before and after the change..."

Cui Jiao's open mouth closed again.

She probably understood.

"Then he offers a class and I sign up?" she asked reluctantly.

When the class starts, dozens of people take classes together in one class, and the income is always enough to care for them. "I didn't want to teach, but they gave me too much." Is it enough to teach?

Tang Ping shook his head: "A class usually costs 21 to [-] yuan, and the cheaper ones can cost [-] to [-] yuan. It is said that with zero foundation, you can quickly master writing skills in [-] days and have stable manuscripts in various magazines and publishing houses."

"Isn't that great?" Cui Jiao didn't understand.

Tang Ping smiled:

“But these classes are all taught by people with poor writing skills, or even simply unqualified three-legged cats.

“They can’t make money from writing, so they turn their ideas to new writers and make money from new writers who don’t understand the market at all.

"As the saying goes, those who are really capable can make money by writing. If they write a good story and adapt it, their income and fame will skyrocket. They don't have the time to teach classes - unless the partner requests it, they can only say a few words.

"Besides, people rely on writing to make a living. Being able to write well is somewhat of a unique skill. If you teach it, won't it become scarce?"

"Ah——" Cui Jiao was very disappointed.

So wouldn't it be completely impossible for her to find a reliable master to teach her how to write and become a writer?

She also wanted to celebrate the holidays, when her relatives asked the children to perform poetry recitations, memorize articles and tell stories, Yun Danfeng said with a smile, "I wrote this article"!

"So don't think about this for now and just prepare for the college entrance examination."

If Cui Jiao was a boy, Tang Ping would take action and pat him on the shoulder sincerely.

But she was a girl, so Tang Ping just said twice:

“I heard that magazines like Fairy Tale Empire regularly invite famous writers to give lectures.

"When you finish the college entrance examination, maybe you can go and see if you can take a class."

"That's right." Cui Jiao nodded seriously.

She remembered.

The meal is over.

Pick up the trash and return to the classroom.

Tang Ping sat down, took out his pillow and prepared to fall asleep.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Qin He, the Chinese class representative not far away, staring at his phone and typing, something seemed wrong.

Looks... like anger?

What happened? You had a quarrel with a friend or relative?

Tang Ping thought for a while.

He hit his head on the pillow.

It's none of his business, just sleep.