The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 8: Sad in the world of stories

Jing Jiu was stunned to understand what she meant. He didn't discuss this topic further, and asked: "How to write a novel?"

Of course, this is not about writing skills. Zhong Lizi explained: "There are two common types of writing, one is conscious writing, which directly collects your consciousness fluctuations, and then automatically presents them in words. This way The biggest problem is that people’s thinking is out of control, and it is easy to have some messy fragments. Serious writers who win literary awards like to do this, but those who write commercial novels rarely use it because it is too troublesome to modify. Of course, there is another reason. The equipment needed for consciousness collection is too expensive."

Jing Jiu said, "Another one?"

Zhong Lizi took out a small, finger-like thing from the room and said: "Another way is to use a remote sensing pen."

After saying this, she gave him a demonstration. She put the finger cuff on the index finger of her right hand, and then began to vibrate quickly. A line of text appeared on the computer light screen quickly, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Jing Jiu asked: "What's the difference between using paper and pen?"

Zhong Lizi took off his gloves and placed it next to the computer, and said seriously: "It's faster and cheaper than using paper and pen."

Jing Jiu thought that the things that he didn't need to care about didn't mean that these mortals didn't need them either, and he went back to his room with the computer in his arms.

Zhong Lizi retracted his eyes to look at the closed door, walked into the kitchen and started today's dinner.

Slightly tasteless but healthy and reasonable nutrition block, even if it is delivered with tea, it is so unpalatable.

If it is on normal days, she would definitely complain a few words, but at this time she was a little distracted and didn't even notice how the nutrient blocks were eaten by herself.

——Everyone’s first novel is actually written by himself. The story he wrote in the room at this time must be in the beautiful world above. It is about the grievances and hatreds of the upper class. It is impossible to say that there is no secret past of the family and the rich, and it may even be connected to a certain priest from the clans. Miss...

The silver-haired girl thought if this novel could become popular, how much could she divide the money?

Sweet.

Or better, he was taken back by the family, but he couldn't bear to separate from himself, so he took himself back, and...Yes, I am such an ignorant girl who is greedy for wealth and glory. Who let him be born? So good-looking!

Thinking about these things, she patted off the nutrient lump residue on her hand, took out the tea bag to make a cup of tea, opened the study door and walked in.

"At the beginning, there must be some handicrafts. I will accompany you to write for a few days and it will be smooth."

Zhong Lizi put the tea cup on the window sill, turned to look at Jing Jiu who was sitting on the floor, and said with concern: "Don't worry... Hey... Have you finished writing?"

Her voice grew louder and louder, until she finally picked it up and became an incredible question.

"At the end of the seventh book... he saw those battleships."

Jing Jiu turned off the computer after writing this line, looked at the silver-haired girl and said, "I haven't finished writing yet, but I'm here for the time being."

Zhong Lizi looked very dazed. After a while, he suddenly woke up and said: "You liar, you must be a saved manuscript written before!"

Just where did the novel he wrote in advance were placed? It certainly can’t be the college network, he doesn’t have a wristband, and he doesn’t seem to have a chip implanted...

Jing Jiu didn't know what it meant to save the manuscript, so naturally he wouldn't care about her, and asked: "How to post?"

Zhong Lizi has not awakened from the shock, and said: "There are forums on the college network. You can upload them every day after you register."

Jing Jiu knew the meaning of registration, and said: "I don't have an ID, so I can't register."

Zhong Lizi covered his face and said: "Or...use mine?"

Jing Jiu thought for a while, and gave a hum.

Zhong Lizi picked up the computer as a one-stop operation, and quickly updated 20,000 words.

Seeing that she started to concentrate on scoring points, Jing Jiu didn't mean to upload any more, and said, "Don't continue?"

Zhong Lizi stared at the light curtain, wanting to see who the first comment was, and casually replied: "Twenty thousand words a day is enough."

Jing Jiu wondered if he had to wait here for a hundred days? Said: "Send it all out."

Zhong Lizi raised his head and glanced at him like an idiot, and then found that this idiot was so good-looking. He lowered his head uncomfortably and said: "If you send it out in one go, you will be submerged under the forum. No one Will pay attention."

Jing Jiu wondered what is the reason for this?

"After the book, no one has read it." Zhong Lizi explained patiently.

Jing Jiu said: "I haven't finished the book, this story is just beginning."

Seeing his insistence, Zhong Lizi said: "Then let's make a compromise, every day... 30,000?"

Jing Jiu said: "Five hundred thousand."

Zhong Lizi said: "Five thousand...One hundred thousand is good, the deal?"

Jing Jiu looked at her hand stretched out in front of him, with her innocent eyes like a small animal, thinking of the few guys on Shenmo Peak, stretched out his right hand and patted it lightly.

Zhong Lizi pointed to the computer and said, "I will watch it at night?"

Jing Jiu thought that he would digest his knowledge of number theory tonight, and nodded.

Zhong Lizi picked up the computer and happily returned to his bedroom.

Throughout the night, the light curtain of light overflowed from the gap in the bedroom door, and occasionally I could hear the sound of sobbing.

In the early morning of the next day, she walked out of the bedroom with her computer in her arms, her silver hair was extremely messy, her eyes were red, her face was haggard, and it was obvious that she hadn't slept all night.

Jing Jiu lay on a chair and watched the morning news. Seeing her ghostly appearance, Jing Jiu couldn't help but look twice more.

"It's okay." Zhong Lizi took out a tissue and wiped the reddish nose, pretending to say casually.

Jing Jiu expressed doubts and asked: "Is it just okay?"

Zhong Lizi sat next to him and said: "The story is still interesting, but the emotions are not strong, the contradictions are not fierce, the most important thing is the problem of writing. Come out."

Jing Jiu thought to himself that you cried several times last night, and for what plot? Liu Ci turned into a spring rain or his battle with Nan Qi?

"That Young Master Li is too pitiful..."

Zhong Lizi thought about the lonely grave in Sanqianyuan, and the song by the good night. The more he thought about it, the more sad he got. In addition, he didn't sleep all night, so he cried out.

Jing Jiu didn't speak, and didn't do anything to comfort her. He just watched her cry quietly.

She was naturally boring crying alone, and slowly stopped the crying, gave him a somewhat annoyed look, picked up her schoolbag and went to the college.

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Zhong Lizi really felt that this novel called Dao Chaotian was well written, but he forgot that he had read it all at once and didn't have to suffer the pain of chasing after it.

The forum of Xinshi Academy.com was quiet. This novel did not cause any response, only a few comments, and it was not about the content of the novel, but about rumors related to the author.

She was naturally a little unconvinced. She couldn't help but brought up the matter in class. She asked those classmates who are usually well-connected to read and comment, and it is best to give them a few more likes.

A few more days passed. She heard the complaints from her classmates outside the classroom, and couldn't help it anymore. After returning home, she transferred all these emotions to Jing Jiu.

The news is over, Jing Jiu looks at Zhong Lizi and asks: "What did you just say?"

"I am giving you opinions on behalf of the readers! Your writing is good, accurate and clean, but the plots are too far apart, and the writing is too sloppy. I can't remember the front when I see it." Zhong Lizi thought After thinking about it, he said, "There is another very important question. Jingyanghang accidentally pretended to be calm and calm. It's too pretentious, which is very annoying."

Jing Jiu thought that he was a sloppy fairy, where did he pretend to be?

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Life goes on like this, and time is really like water.

The novel that was put on the website of New World College continued to follow the trend without causing any splashes.

Zhong Lizi gradually lost his energy, but Jing Jiu didn't care at all. His time and energy were all spent on studying.

One day, he finally read all the physics and mathematics textbooks on the college's website, and he basically mastered it according to his requirements.

Those more profound knowledge of physics and mathematics cannot be found on the college network.

As for the three major bookshelves in the room, most of the books are economics monographs, financial novels and accounting knowledge.

Yes, Zhong Lizi’s father is an economics professor.

An economics professor would commit suicide because of a fund scam. Jing Jiu couldn't help but shook his head, thinking that mortals are really an interesting and pitiful existence, whether in the universe or in Chaotian Continent.

In the evening, after receiving food for a week, Zhong Lizi returned home with a seemingly twilight. Watching him lying on a chair watching TV, she couldn't help feeling strange, and asked: "You will also rest? "

Jing Jiu gave a hum, and after thinking about it, he explained one more sentence: "I'm finished."

"Did you finish it? It was a four-year course in the college. You finished it in just ten days?"

Why would Zhong Lizi believe his words, turn on the computer on the coffee table, and say: "If you have the ability, you can write out your graduation thesis and show it to me."

Jing Jiu didn't leave the TV light curtain, and said, "No."

Don't mean don't, because he doesn't need proof. Of course, the main reason is laziness.

Zhong Lizi thought for a while and said: "Then do you want to make a test paper? Otherwise, you can't be sure if you really learned it."

Jing Jiu still stared at the TV light screen, and said casually: "Done."

Zhong Lizi was a little surprised. He opened the question bank in the college network and found that he had made seven sets of papers, and each set of papers... actually got full marks!

The room became very quiet, only the familiar tone of the announcer on the news kept ringing.

"Did you... copy the answer?"

"Huh?"

"Then how could you get so many full marks!"

"I didn't get any other scores~IndoMTL.com~Zhong Lizi knelt on a chair and looked at Jing Jiu's face from a high altitude, his eyes full of awe.

The next moment, those feelings of awe turned into sympathy and pity.

It is said that in the above, you will choose direct knowledge input when you are learning, and you don't need to memorize it.

He is such a genius but he needs to learn by himself. He is obviously despised in the family, and may even be persecuted, so he fled below.

She seemed to have seen a **** story.

The genius boy will eventually take back what should belong to him!

And she is the beacon that the genius boy met in the lowest valley, companion, even...maybe a companion?

"Do you...want to go to school?" Zhong Lizi stared at Jing Jiu's eyes and said, "With your talent, you should not waste time on these elementary knowledge. Everything you should learn is in the school library's internal database. Inside."

Jing Jiu knew that she was in school, and that New World College was similar to other colleges in Yimaozhai, and said, "Okay."

Zhong Lizi seemed to see a scene of legend about to be staged, and couldn't help coughing under his excitement.

Jing Jiu glanced at her.

She waved her hand to indicate that it was okay, then turned and went back to the bedroom, not finding that he followed behind her and entered the bedroom.

Jing Jiu, just like a few days ago, turned into a ghost, standing in the corner of the bedroom quietly looking at her on the bed.

She turned her back to the door, wrapped her head in a quilt, and coughed softly, probably because she was afraid of arguing about him who should be in the living room.

Accompanied by her cough, the bed trembled slightly, and the silver hair scattered outside the quilt trembled slightly, looking so pitiful.