Weird game invasion, one billion dollars to become the ghost king

In a roadside cafe, Linn and the blue-haired girl Hill were sitting face to face. He was sipping mellow coffee while flipping through the day's newspapers.

Hill was seen sipping coffee, and at the same time secretly looking at Linn with a pair of pale golden eyes. The moment the two looked at each other, Hill immediately looked away with a guilty conscience.

The corners of Lin En's mouth turned up slightly. He had enough means to manipulate the immature novice author in front of him.

As a member of the weird game makers, writer Hill seems to be the darling of the team. Not only does she look sweet and cute, but she also seems to have good luck. He even reluctantly gave up on her.

Unexpectedly, the painter gave up his own life in exchange for hers.

Maybe this is God's will, any little loli must be saved by herself!

The atmosphere between the two was a bit awkward, and finally Hill carefully broke the silence.

She organized her words and said in a soft tone: "Um...Senior Lin En, I suddenly invited you to have a cup of coffee without any warning and wasted your precious writing time. It's really presumptuous, please forgive me!"

Linn chuckled and put down the newspaper in his hand: "Don't say that, Miss Hill, I have plenty of time, and I don't mind teaching you some writing skills."

"Eh?"

Hill's eyes widened, two dimples were revealed on her fair face, and her white teeth were exposed. She really didn't expect that Lynn would agree to teach her writing skills so straightforwardly.

You know, peers are half enemies, and they will have reservations about exchanging writing skills with each other.

She was moved in her heart and felt lucky that she had good luck today and met a kind person who was willing to help her!

After a moment of excitement, Hill hesitated and said: "Excuse me...is this free? I can pay you some money to repay you."

Just after saying this, Hill regretted a little. There are some people in the industry who specialize in teaching others writing skills. They are called course sellers. As long as you pay, you can get systematic teaching.

However, Hill's one month's living expenses, plus rent, were really unable to support her in spending extra money to pursue further studies in this area.

She was worried that the price offered by Lin En was too high and she would miss this opportunity.

Sure enough, Lin En picked up the coffee and took a sip: "What are you thinking? There is no free lunch in this world, and my teaching is certainly not free."

Hill was still a little unwilling to give up and said: "Well...that's it. Then Mr. Linn, I want to ask you to teach me. How much will it cost?"

If it doesn't work out, I will squeeze out some money from the little living expenses I have left this month, accept more manuscripts, write articles for others, make a little more money, and also buy one of Lin En's classes!

Hill thought to himself.

Lynn could easily tell from the flash of pain in Hill's eyes when she just ordered coffee, as well as the cheap clothes she wore that cost no more than 50 yuan, and her face without makeup, that Hill's current living conditions were still good. The relatively poor ones probably only have enough food and clothing.

After pondering for a moment, Linn smiled and gave her offer: "My reward is...a cup of coffee. To be honest, I have a strong desire to share. If you are willing to listen to my opinion, I am very willing to speak out. of."

Hearing Lin En's words, Hill was no longer calm. She was a little excited, her face turned red, and she said excitedly:

"I...did I really hear it right? I must be dreaming!"

Seeing Hill's cute and innocent appearance, Linn had the urge to pinch her little face, but in the end he resisted and said, "This is not a dream, Miss Hill."

Hill was at a loss and thought for a while before speaking: "I want to know, what are your techniques for writing manuscripts?"

Lin leaned back and said, "Well, the story line is strong, the pace is fast, and it is easy to read. To sum it up in one sentence, it is my skill to write a manuscript."

"Huh?" Hill was a little stunned after hearing what Linn said.

These were things she had never realized in the past. In her mind, the content of a novel was either magnificent, gripping, or had multiple reversals, paying equal attention to seriousness and structure, gorgeous sentence patterns and complex settings, and paying attention to Various multiple narratives, echoing from beginning to end, and a writing method that covers thousands of miles.

To put it simply, it is the writing method of Western classics. Serious literature is very tiring to read. You must read deeply to understand the connotation. However, this writing method also has advantages. Once you read it, you will be unable to extricate yourself and will be unforgettable in your life.

"Mr. Linn, I don't quite understand. What does "Shuang..." mean?" Hill didn't understand.

Looking at the confused Hill, Lin En was happy.

Lin En considered his words and said: "In short, it is a kind of psychological satisfaction, an experience that will make you happy. Maybe you can read this article I just drafted."

After speaking, Linn pushed the manuscript he had just written in front of Hill.

Hill quickly picked up the manuscript and read it carefully. While reading, he nodded thoughtfully, while Lin quietly admired Hill's face.

"What a great opening... such simple words... such a simple story... I can tell what will happen next at a glance, just like the word you just said, Mr. Lynn, I feel a little happy Woke up...."

Hill used three interjections in a row. She put down the manuscript and already had some admiration for Lynn.

Hill: "I seem to understand a little bit what you mean, Mr. Lynn, but I have rarely read this kind of writing before. Can it really win the favor of readers? Normal people can know what will happen next after just one glance." , will they really continue to watch?”

Lynn grinned: "Hill, I want to ask you a question. Is your current writing ability enough to match your ambition?"

Hill pouted and shook his head: "I really want to write the kind of story that is passed down by everyone, but I can't do it. Not only is my experience, but also my long-form writing experience, I still lack it. I also want to change this situation.”

Lin's mouth sketched: "That's right, you can't do that kind of thing for the time being, so your income is not very ideal, right? No one reads your books, and you don't get any positive feedback, right? "

Lynn's words were like a piece of ice in the cold winter, pricking the heart of Hill, who was originally very passionate about writing.

At this point, Hill's mentality collapsed.

Hill: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Being rejected by the sponsor... To be honest, I almost want to give up this job."

Lin En, who transformed into a course sales instructor, struck while the iron was hot: "I have read your writing. It is very spiritual, but it lacks some skills. Don't you want to change the status quo?"

Hill said seriously: "I think so!"

Lin En nodded: "Well, today I will teach you a writing method that will definitely pass the manuscript. I call it the gimmick writing method!"