AI copywriting?All copied wrong!

After giving him his account, he stood behind the editor with his back feeling like needles pricking him for more than ten seconds.

He stepped forward with his stiff right leg: "I'm going back first."

"Well, bye." The editor didn't even look back. He was still waiting for the editor-in-chief Yaoyao, who suddenly became silent for some reason, to send the author's caring contact information.

At the same time, I thought to myself that this author has a very high level of caring writing. Although he is writing fairy tales, he often adds a little depth to make readers think.

Should we try to win him over and write for our history department magazine?

The editor with a short head did not notice at all that Qiu Yequ, who said he was about to leave, had a hint of gloom on his face.

Disrespect him, look down on him...

It must be because he plagiarized.

At the Pigeon of Peace magazine, Yan Yao was in a dilemma when she saw the request sent by the editor.

Now that Tang Ping is about to take the college entrance examination, she will definitely not let them harass Tang Ping.

But if you refuse directly, it may cause the other party to think that you are looking down on you.

Give your contact information, but ask not to disturb Tang Ping these days?

Not all editors pay as much attention to this as she does. God knows this editor doesn't care about Tang Ping's future.

Moreover, he had just said that Tang Ping wanted to do whatever he wanted, and then said not to disturb Tang Ping.

No matter how you think about it, it’s hard to believe the other person.

Open a small account yourself, pretend to be Tang Ping's account, and make friends with him?

This matter requires at least Tang Ping's permission, but it is impossible for me to disturb Tang Ping for such a trivial matter...

Yan Yao thought about it.

Finally, he made a fist and made a decision.

Editor-in-Chief of Dove of Peace·Yao Yao: "You say it's about making friends, isn't it actually because you opened a trumpet and used the name of Autumn Nights to secretly win over my writers?" 』

The Cuntou editor was shocked.

Have your little thoughts been discovered?

Sure enough, the other party is also an old man, not a young man!

Yiyishi editor Qing: "Haha, how could it be possible?" 』

Editor Qing of Yiyi History: "But since you think so, it seems that you are very precious to Teacher Guan Ai, lest it be stolen by other editors." 』

Qing, editor of Yiyi History: "Let's make an appointment some other day to meet offline so that Teacher Guan Ai and Teacher Qiu Yequ can have a good exchange."Teacher Qiu Yewu also wanted to say thank you to Teacher Guan Ai in person. 』

Editor-in-chief of Peace Dove·Yao Yao: "Okay, let's make an appointment another day." 』

End the conversation.

Both editors breathed a sigh of relief.

Editor Cuntou was fortunate that he had found a peaceful path through mediation, making possible conflicts invisible.

Yan Yao was relieved that she had successfully fulfilled Tang Ping's instructions without any failure, and she was fortunate enough to live up to her mission.

She opened Tang Ping's chat box and entered a line of information.

Editor-in-Chief of Dove of Peace·Yao Yao: "The communication was very smooth. The other party said that Autumn Nights will publicly state that it was inspired by you in a few days and thank you."No need to reply, just concentrate on your studies. After the college entrance examination, I will take you to the resort. 』

In the cafeteria, Tang Ping, who was slowly eating dinner, took out his "Ding Dong" mobile phone and glanced at it.

Yo, that went pretty well.

That's fine.

As for the resort...

If there is no conflict in time, I will definitely go.

Hope to meet a beautiful young lady there.

It is also good to enhance feelings without communication and to feast your eyes.

Hmm... It shouldn't be considered harassment just because I look at you twice, right?

Tang Ping gave him a thumbs up.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of continuing to talk.

Put away the phone boredly.

……

late at night.

A messy two-bedroom home.

"Depend on!"

With a curse word, Qiu Yequ threw the empty beer can into the trash can as if to vent his anger.

His face was red, just like at the dinner table, but he was in high spirits at the time, and now he felt more and more aggrieved the more he thought about it.

He opened his old thin notebook and searched for online opinions on "His Majesty's Costumes".

The old model from many years ago has become slightly laggy, and every lag makes the unknown fire in his heart grow stronger.

Fortunately, when I clicked on every post, I saw almost unanimous rave reviews, almost fanatical praise from readers, and many articles filled with praise from knowledgeable people.

The tide gradually extinguished the fire in the nest.

"That's right."

Autumn Night Music was murmuring alone in the second bedroom.

Under the dazzling fluorescent reflection of the laptop screen, a red and greasy scorched cheek burst into a happy smile.

That's right.

He should be praised.

What he wrote is good work.

What kind of stinking care, turning such a good idea into an extremely superficial bullshit love fairy tale.

What is this called?

This is called a waste of natural resources!

孽 孽!

Any decent writer will definitely be heartbroken after seeing this and want to scold this guy to death!

Autumn Nights is full of laughter, and I keep reading it like taking a placebo.

Suddenly his smile faltered.

He saw a post.

""Your Majesty's Costumes" plagiarizes "The Emperor's New Clothes"?Compare the two stories line by line! 』

Click in to have a look.

The author of the post could be said to have stripped him down to the bottom of his pants, all his hair and hair was plucked out, and he was dripping with blood.

Many of the netizens who responded below also suddenly realized this.

Many people also expressed confusion:

"Who is Autumn Night Music?" 』

"I don't know, I haven't heard of it. 』

"It's normal not to know each other. He writes historical stories. He has long been unable to come up with new things, but he still wants to write them. What should I do?"I had to copy it. 』

"No wonder, Guan Ai's "The Emperor's New Clothes" is really well written, but it will be copied. 』

“Indeed, how can any excellent work not be copied?Everyone is staring at this piece of fat! 』

"You've already copied "The Emperor's New Clothes", how about you copy "Cinderella", "Snow White", "Snow White and the Seven Gourd Babies" and "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs" too? 』

"Good guy, your house is being ransacked, right?"Why don't you just tie Guan Ai home and lock him up in the basement and force him to write? I'll sponsor a rope! 』

"I sponsor a pair of handcuffs!" 』

"I, I, I, I sponsor a mouth ball!" 』

"It's so funny, don't copy it, don't copy it, my love has been copied so much that even my pants are left!" 』

"..."

This is a little-known fairy tale forum.

Although there are not many users inside, they seem to be very active, and they all seem to know the author Guan Ai.

Qiu Yequ watched their speeches blankly.

Each word was like a needle piercing his eyes, and then popping candy poured in from the needle.

The beating was so violent that he wanted to scream and dig out his eyeballs.

"Crack!"

Another beer can, crushed by his veiny hands.

“I saved the idea.”

Autumn night music murmurs.

At first he muttered to himself, then he muttered louder and louder, baring his teeth and claws.

“I saved this idea!

“If it weren’t for me, no one would have known how great this idea could be!

"They all look down on me! They say I plagiarize!

"Yes, I copied it, what happened? What happened!

“I copied it but I recognized it!

“My copy is better than the original! Much better!

"Fuck!"

He opened his teeth and claws so much that he accidentally kicked the foot of the coffee table with his little toe, causing his face to instantly distort in pain.

After taking a breath of alcohol, he cursed and pinched for a long time before he recovered.

Then he whispered to himself in a low voice:

“This idea should be mine.

“It’s your honor for me to copy you.

"You are insulting it by writing it as a silly, low-IQ love affair.

“You don’t deserve this idea at all.

"You do not deserve!"

The sound grew louder.

The neighbors around me were frowning, fisting, and bored.

This broken writer neighbor.

He drank like crazy again.

Do you think you are Li Bai, and you can write an eternal masterpiece by being drunk and crazy?

……

Time flies.

On the 7th, the first day of the college entrance examination.

Tang Ping and his classmates entered the examination room chatting and laughing.

It’s finally been three days!

After these three days of exams, I feel annoying but I have to miss it——