King Jack Sue

"Your contract application has been submitted, and the system is assigning you the corresponding responsibility code, please wait patiently."

Looking at the words displayed on the computer screen, Yan Ci leaned back on the chair and exhaled.

The application for the contracted author of the website has been handed over.

Yan Ci has liked to write since he was a child, especially novels. He has written many types of novels, from future science fiction to modern cities, from Tanmei Lily to suspense reasoning, almost all genres have been involved in Yan Ci, but the ones he has written There are so many types, but his favorite is the ancient style.

In this era when mobile phones are used for fast food reading, you can't imagine that Yan Ci has read the Four Books and Five Classics, "Sun Tzu's Art of War", "36 Strategies", "Warring States Policy", "Tao De Jing", "Zi Zhi Tong Jian" on his mobile phone " and a series of ancient books, and also made a thick stack of paper notes.

I can only read some non-nutritive novels on my mobile phone

Yan Ci means Toyangtoosimple.

It is true that reading ancient books on a mobile phone is not as enjoyable as the paper version, but the authentic ancient books are too expensive and pirated Yan Ci has no patience to read, so Yan Ci chooses to search the Internet directly, memorizing and taking notes while reading.

After the roommates learned about Yan Ci's ghostly behavior, they complained one after another: "Yan is a talented man, you are really talented with a clear bone."

Yan Ci lived for 20 years and read many times more books than his peers. It is not an exaggeration to say that he knows astronomy and geography. The source is due to the teachers who taught them ancient literature.

I remember that one day in the last school year, the old man who taught ancient literature mentioned a passage in Journey to the West, which was a sentence describing the silence of night and night: there are no visitors in the long pavilion for ten miles, and stars appear in the nine heavens.All boats on the eight rivers were brought into port, and all seven thousand prefectures and counties were closed.The six palaces and five mansions return to the officials and slaughter, and the four seas and three rivers stop fishing.Bells and drums rang at the top of the two towers, and a bright moon filled the universe.

The old man sat on the podium and smiled: "This Wu Chengen's writing method is full of wit and wit. He wrote a late-night scene with a number poem from ten to one. Who of you can imitate him and write me a poem from one to ten?" Scenes from Late Night to Dawn”

Originally, the professor was just a joke, and he didn’t really plan to ask anyone to pick it up. After all, writing something similar to ancient poetry is troublesome, let alone writing it on the spot, and it’s not Cao Zhi. You can still make a poem in seven steps.

Unexpectedly, someone actually connected.

"A round of autumn shadows across the foot of the mountain, the two bell towers are clearly visible.

The three rivers and the four seas are lonely, and the five flowers and six leaves are late with affection.

The stars in seven directions push the door to hide, and the sound of birds can be heard eight thousand miles away.

Clouds float in the nine palaces and the morning sun crosses, and the sky in the ten directions is dimly lit. "

The eyes of the whole class looking at Yan Ci were shocked, and even the old professor was stunned for a moment: "You...what's your name?"

"Yan Ci."

The professor laughed: "It turned out to be a talented man."

So far, the title Yan Dacai has been spread in their class.

However, even great talents have setbacks, such as applying for a contract.

This is the third time Yan Ci has applied for a contract with this novel website. The first two times were rejected for some reason. The editor left a message either that the writing style needs to be improved or the plot is not perfect. Yan Ci naturally does not believe it. He has browsed this website. Many novels, many contracted authors' writing and storyline settings are not as good as his, but they are still signed by the website. Not only that, the novels of those authors have a high number of hits.

At first he couldn't figure out why, but after thinking about it for a while, he came to a conclusion: public preference and website profitability.

There are more readers who read light-hearted and cheerful articles than Xiongqi and proud articles, and more readers like small white articles than serious dramas. This is the current development trend of online articles. Generally, readers read novels to relax and watch cuteness. Your writing is so deep and deep, it is destined to be ignored, unless you are an author at the level of a great god, there are very few people who patronize the main drama.

Although the website is a channel for disseminating resources, it also needs to be profitable. If the articles you write do not meet the tastes of the readers and you cannot make money, the website will naturally not want you.

It is human nature to blame no one.

Yan Ci understands this truth and thinks it through, but looking at the list of Mary Sue and Jack Suwen on the ranking list of the website, she feels a little sad.

He wanted to write about the lonely smoke in the desert, the sunset over the long river, the chivalrous man who rode his horse through the capital, the white-headed young man in his dream, the changing situation in the court, the turbulent rivers and lakes, and blood After the rainy wind, women in the south of the Yangtze River sang a song "Folding Willows" by the river.

That was the world he had longed for since he was a child.

And those things can only be found on the top rankings of great gods, and they cannot be seen on the general novel rankings.

I also want to learn the routines and writing methods of those Mary Suwen. It's not that I look down on it, it's just that it's not what I want and it's not appropriate.

But writing is a dream, and I can't let it go.

On the day when his second application for signing a contract was rejected, Yan Ci went to the bar to drink alone, and thought about a lot of questions. When Shen Feng found him, he had already drunk a lot.

"Shen Feng, tell me, if what you really like to do can't help you realize your dreams, what should you do?"

"Then do the things that will allow you to realize your dreams first, and then do the things you like after you have a certain strength."

Yan Ci smiled wryly, yes, why couldn't he figure out such a simple truth.

It's just... just a little more heartache and discomfort.

On the second day after waking up, Yan Ci turned on the computer and read over and over again the part he had written in his original grand ancient drama, and finally clicked the "X" button in the upper right corner to create a new document.

Sometimes regressing is not giving up, but for a broader advancement.

Xinkeng is modern Danmei, with a relaxed and lively style of writing, concise and interesting language, but still maintains Yan Ci’s consistent thinking style. This is my biggest step back, and it has completely become Xiaobaiwen Yan Ci’s incompetence. I hope this time I can pass it smoothly Contract application.

After turning off the computer, Yan Ci swept around the dormitory.

Shen Feng was watching the live broadcast of the game, he didn't know what he saw, he was laughing non-stop, Zhao Layer Yun and Wan Lan were playing poker, you were playing poker one by one, and no one was paying attention to him anymore, well, yourself It's okay to play games.

Yan Ci took out his mobile phone and was about to board the Glory of the King, when suddenly the notification sound of "□□" came.

The voice sent by He Shuqian was actually more than 30 seconds long. What did he say?

Yan Ci thought about reaching out and tapping away.

"If you die, you have to love! You can't be happy if you don't want to be vivid! How deep is the feeling! Only in this way is it enough to confess!"

"Yan Cici, hahahaha... wow... woooooooooo..."

Yan Ci: "..."

Shen Feng: "..."

Wan Lan: "..."

Zhao layer cloud: "..."

The hysterical roar and unexplained crying and laughing shook the dormitory into silence, Yan Ci coughed dryly, threw a sentence "sorry, you continue" and ran to the balcony of the dormitory to voice He Shuqian: "What's the matter with you?"

"Yan Cici... woo woo woo... I'm so sad..."

He Shuqian was crying intermittently, and at the same time there was the background music of "I Will Love You When I Die".

Yan Ci sighed helplessly: "What happened, you are in KTV"

"Well, I, I'm... hiccup... KT... hiccup... V..."

Yan Ci: "..."

"The hiccups are because I seem to be...drinking, full of drinking... hiccups..."

Yan Ci frowned: "Are you drinking? Is there anyone else around you?"

"No, it's just me, no one pays attention to me, Yan Cici woo woo woo woo..."

Yan Ci glanced at his phone, it was already 11 o'clock in the evening, a girl was running KTV alone at night, and she was drunk, what if something happened?

"Which KTV are you in? I'll find you."

15 minutes later, Yan Ci arrived at the KTV where He Shuqian was. As soon as she entered the private room, she was slumped on the sofa alone. There were a pile of empty wine bottles on the table, and two of them fell to the ground. Unopened beer, the song "To Die To Love" is still playing on the stereo and screen.

Yan Ci got angry and walked over to sit on the sofa: "You are quite capable of drinking so much wine!"

He Shuqian didn't answer, just lay on the sofa and shrugged her shoulders slightly.Yan Ci lowered his head and heard her sobbing.

Seeing a weak girl cry so sadly, Yan Ci's anger disappeared in an instant, he sighed helplessly, and reached out to rub her hair: "What's wrong Qianqian?"

He Shuqian suddenly sat up and threw herself on Yan Ci's body and began to cry: "Yan Cici, I'm so sad, I'm so sad to see him..."

Yan Ci was first made stiff by her sudden action and didn't know where to put his hands and feet. Then he took a few deep breaths to calm down, and then patted her on the back softly and asked softly, "Who did you see?"

"Gu Xuan."

Yan Ci was taken aback for a moment, and the hand patting her back also stopped: "Gu Xuan"

"Well, just... just a few days ago, when I was at Catherine's... woo woo woo woo..."

Yan Ci instantly made up a lot of things in his brain, this girl won't be unrequitedly in love with Gu Xuan, right?

"You...why do you feel sad when you see him?"

"Because... because I have a crush on him..." He Shuqian hugged Yan Ci tightly and burst into tears.

This... is really...

The corner of Yan Ci's mouth twitched, not knowing what to say.

He Shuqian hugged Yan Ci more and more tightly, and cried more and more: "I have known him since freshman year, I have liked him for a long time, I am so sad, wow..."

Yan Ci secretly sighed, no wonder Qianqian saw Gu Xuan lose his composure that day: "Then does he know?"

"I don't know if he knows woo woo woo..."

"Then have you confessed to him?"

"No, I'll most likely be rejected...he doesn't like so many girls, how could he fall in love with me..."

Yan Ci was a little out of breath by her: "If you don't try, how will you know it's impossible?"

"Impossible, impossible..." He Shuqian burst into tears, and Yan Ci's shoulders were wet.

"Since it's impossible, then give up. Don't like him anymore. Why do you bother to spoil yourself for someone who doesn't like you." Yan Ci had difficulty breathing.

"I want to give up too, and I tried too... I haven't seen him for a long time, and I almost thought I didn't like him, but when I saw him that day, I almost cried, and I didn't know, I didn't know... "He Shuqian broke down in tears.

That's why you still like him.

Yan Ci was distressed and speechless.

Yan Ci and He Shuqian have known each other since they were freshmen. They played games together, made drinks and milk tea together, read books together, and even skipped class together. This friendship is not casual. Now that He Shuqian is so sad, how can Yan Ci ignore it? reason.

Seeing that He Shuqian was so sad, Yan Ci gritted his teeth and came up with a bold idea: "Why don't you go after him?"

"Chasing, chasing him" He Shuqian raised her teary eyes, her delicate face looked pitiful.

"Ah."

"What if, what if I can't catch up?" He Shuqian sniffed.

Yan Ci pulled a piece of paper to wipe away the tears on her face: "Then give up completely."

"..."

"It's better to give it a try than to be so sad alone. At least you have tried your best, and you will have fewer regrets."

"But...there are so many girls chasing him..."

Yan Ci sneered: "Why, are you afraid?"

He Shuqian didn't pay attention to Yan Ci's imminent method, but just lowered her head and thought for a while: "Yan Cici, you will help me, right?"

Yan Ci was taken aback for a moment: "Huh?"

"Right?" He Shuqian looked at him carefully.

"...Yes, I will help you."

The author has something to say:

In the past few days, I have read the written part many times, and felt that some sections were written without distraction, so I added a chapter on my own initiative and made some revisions. There have been revisions since Chapter 3, adding Gu I have made fine-tuning of Xuan's perspective, and will use dual perspectives to write in the future, but still focus on Yanci's perspective.

I am sorry for the inconvenience caused to the little angels who have read the previous article, please understand, and thank you with a ninety-degree bow.