Raised after a boy's scumbag

Chapter 132 What should come will come
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Arriving at school in the afternoon, Liu Tong began to restructure his novel.

I haven't written a novel in the past few days, and with the experience of the copy in my dream, Liu Tong feels that his novel is not popular enough. Apart from being a newcomer, there are obviously two reasons of his own.

The first is that his own writing skills are really not good enough. If he has enough popularity, he will not worry about making money. Basically waiting to die.

The second point is that his plot settings are not exciting enough, and many plots are not coherent and attractive enough, which means that his ability to catch people's attention is insufficient.

Whether a book can make people interested in reading it undoubtedly needs a lot of suspense to support it, and whether the suspense is attractive or not, and whether it has the value of making people follow up, becomes the potential of a book.

Judging from the current book, Liu Tong is not doing well, or he is not doing well enough.

"It is necessary to improve the writing skills, and to make the plot more exciting and suspenseful..." Liu Tong was thinking in his heart that it would definitely not be an easy task to achieve his goal of becoming a platinum god.

If you don't invest more time in improving your work, you may never reach your goal.

In fact, when this book was first written, it was to complete a mission. If Liu Tong hadn't had the goal of becoming a platinum god, then the eunuch should have [-] words.

Later, when Liu Tong planned to continue writing, he still followed the simple outline of the previous contract, that is, he had a general idea and did not set it in detail.

Now, Liu Tong decided that to make this novel more brilliant, it must have a complete and detailed outline and setting, which is not only more reasonable, but also easier to control and more convenient to set up suspense.

After an afternoon of research, Liu Tong felt that he had gained a lot. Not only did he improve the setting in details, but he also made the overall outline clearer. He also added three eye-catching suspenses to the beginning of the [-] words.

"This time it will definitely be much better." Liu Tong felt a little urgent in his heart, and was planning to go home to turn his ideas into reality and make his novels more exciting.

Lin Kang came over with a serious expression and said, "Brother Tong, there is something I want to tell you."

"What's the matter?" Liu Tong was surprised to see Lin Kang's expression.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to go to the movie on Sunday." Lin Kang said: "My grandma is sick. I want to go to see her with my parents on Sunday. You can go to the movie on Sunday."

"Us?" Liu Tong frowned and said, "Why don't you just forget about it and make an appointment next time."

"Brother Tong, this is a special situation for me. Banhua really wants to go to see it with you." Lin Kang said, "Maybe Zhao Lin won't go."

"In that case..." Liu Tong pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay, Ban Hua and I will go and see it."

In fact, Liu Tong still retains a good appreciation for Banhua in his heart, but unconsciously, Han Xiaojuan has a lot more weight than Banhua.

This made Liu Tong not pay so much attention to the date with Banhua, but after all, it was an appointment before. Although Lin Kang suddenly couldn't go because of something, the date between Banhua and him should continue.

Regarding this matter, Liu Tong didn't think too much about it. He went home first and saw that his parents hadn't come back yet.

Then I turned on the computer and started to revise my own work. This "Otaku Who Ended the Apocalypse" is quite creative, but the first [-] words can only be considered good, and there is still a certain distance from being wonderful.

However, after Liu Tong made some revisions, the grade of the work immediately improved a lot.

Until after seven o'clock, Liu Tong saw that his parents still hadn't come back, so he went out and went straight to the office building.

Looking at the locked iron door, Liu Tong felt a little lost, opened the door and walked into the house.

Liu Tong came to the picture he was copying. Feeling not too hungry, it didn't matter if he missed a meal, so he picked up the brush and continued to copy.

Immersed in the painting, Liu Tong forgot the time, and he came back to his senses when a familiar voice sounded.

"Brother Tong, have you eaten yet?"

"Ah, Xiaojuan, you are here." Liu Tong smiled slightly, looked at his phone, it was already a quarter past nine, "I have eaten, have you eaten yet?"

"I ate too. I thought you wouldn't come tonight, so I went to study by myself last night." Han Xiaojuan smiled and asked again: "Brother Tong, do you live here tonight?"

"No, I'm leaving." Liu Tong waved his hand, his parents would definitely come back at night, and he couldn't stay out all night again.

"Okay, bye."

"Goodbye." Liu Tong took one more look at Han Xiaojuan and waved goodbye.

All the way home, I saw bright lights upstairs, and I heard my parents talking in the room before I entered the door.

"Don't worry, my son is so smart, it will be fine."

"It's all your fault. It's time to give my son a phone. I've been out for so many days this time, and I forgot about it."

"Honey, didn't you contact his homeroom teacher? His son is doing very well. I heard that he won the No. 1 recitation competition."

Liu Tong opened the door, saw the joyful faces of his parents, and said with a smile, "Mom and Dad, welcome home."

"Xiaotong, I miss my mother." Xu Chunfang stepped forward and hugged her son.

"Mom, I miss you too." Liu Tong also put his arms around his mother, feeling warm in his heart.

"Son, I haven't seen you for a few days. You are a little more handsome. This has brought out the essence of dad." Liu Yonggang laughed.

"Stop talking nonsense, your old face is far worse than your son's." Xu Chunfang rolled her husband's eyes, then looked at Liu Tong, and said: "It's not bad, you're quite energetic, I'm afraid you'll be hungry and thin these days. "

"Mom, I'm a little hungry, is there anything to eat?" Liu Tong smiled.

"Yes, I'll cook noodles for you right now, just wait."

Seeing his mother cooking noodles, Liu Tong looked at his father and said with a smile, "Dad, have a nice trip."

"Son, come and give dad a massage. I've been tired enough these days."

"Okay." Liu Tong asked his father to lie on the sofa and began to massage.

It was almost ten o'clock when my mother cooked the noodles. The family had a supper, and Liu Tong gave her a massage before washing up and going to bed.

Lying on the bed, Liu Tong didn't close his eyes. He knew that if he closed his eyes, he might have to stay in the dream for another seven days.

"What should come will come. As long as I have an indestructible will, there will be no problem that cannot be solved." Liu Tong thought to himself, closed his eyes and fell into a dream.

Opening his eyes again, Liu Tong found himself suspended in mid-air, and in front of him was also suspended a man in white robe with his back turned to him.

"Xiaotong, look at the land below." Teacher Hei's voice, and then the white-robed man turned his head, and the familiar yellow face appeared again.

"Teacher Hei." Liu Tong looked down, and saw that there were layers of mountains below, beside the green mountains and green waters, there was a winding road, and a team of chariots and horses were marching on the road.

"See that convoy, you're in it."

(End of this chapter)