The days of being a writer in a different world

"Hey, it's really rare that a talented girl writer at such a young age is so kind and humble..." Ma Bigong sighed while driving the car on the return trip.

"Are you serious?" Jiang Chu's smoke fell into his arms in fright.

Ma Bigong is inexplicable, what's wrong?

Jiang Shicheng looked at him with care and pity, sighed and shook his head. He was moved by the impressive intelligence of the old leader's child. There is no need to worry about this stupid child dying in the line of duty. This is the enemy's god teammate!

"What do you think of how many children's sensitivity tests are obviously low?" Jiang Shicheng thought that it was worth saving the old leader for the sake of saving him more than once.

"Ah? Of the 27 children, only 3 are slightly lower, and have reached the 85% pass line. What are you looking at?" Ma Bigong was at a loss.

Jiang Shicheng patiently and persuasively: "Then do you know that this 'Genius Girl''s "Wild Swan" has only the upper part, um, it should be said, only the beginning. And the three children with low sensitivity have no spiritual compatibility at all." Low, there is even a very high spiritual value, it can be suspected that he is a fusion spirit—just like Lin Lianghuan."

"That's not right! "Wild Swan" is only at the level of 'state news', and it is impossible to form a concrete image. Didn't the experts say that they also have doubts about whether Lin Lianghuan is a spiritual fusion? Uh, what's wrong with only writing half of it? The little girl can't write it all at once." Is it possible to accumulate inspiration and write the second half?"

Ma Bigong stirred up his brain cells, desperately trying to keep up with the boss's train of thought.

Such a patient teaching, instead of giving a kick in the butt, is really a rare thing for my wife, okay?We must show our wit and logical analysis ability well, and strive to become the boss's right-hand man, not a full-time driver who drags his legs and coolies!

The troubled leader had almost exhausted his last trace of patience, and asked dying, "Ma, do you know what 'empathy is concurrent'?"

Ma Bigong blinked, blinked again, and looked at the omnipotent and omniscient leader in confusion: "Hehe, what do you think, boss?"

"I think you drive really well! Don't be distracted looking for your brain that hasn't grown at all!" Jiang Shicheng roared, pulling the steering wheel sideways with all his strength, "squeak—" a sharp tire grinding sound, almost staggered A large truck speeding across the road.

Jiang Chu, who broke out in a cold sweat, was half paralyzed on the passenger seat, his eyes were blurred, and he no longer tried to save someone's touching IQ.Could it be that Comrade Ma Bigong's role was some kind of lazy animal that rolls around in the circle when he was enlightened?Out of the corner of his eye, he squinted at Comrade Ma, who was also in a cold sweat, alas!In fact, the IQ of the little pig is still quite high, so it shouldn't be the pig's horn that inspires the spirit.

Unwrapping a cigarette and chewing the thin shredded tobacco in his mouth, Jiang Shicheng sneered at himself lightly.

"Concurrent empathy" can only happen in the works of the same literati writer. Sometimes the writer often writes many drafts or detailed outlines before formally drafting the draft. Most of these materials are not enlightening.And when writing the original article, if the article level is high enough and full of spirituality, when the original is enlightened, in rare cases, the draft or detailed outline will also be inspired-"empathy concurrently".

The level of the spiritual book formed by the "sympathy" of the draft is generally several grades lower than the original book, and the annihilation time will be much earlier than the original book.

"Empathy Concurrency" is the simulation A product made by the author himself.

Only the first half of "Zhou Wen" and "Wild Swan" are very likely to have children with spiritual gifts, and there are a few children with high spiritual compatibility but low sensitivity-may it be because of their characters, which have not yet been revealed? Have time to appear in "this half" "Wild Swan"?

Master Jiang absent-mindedly spit out the chewed shredded tobacco and yawned big.

Sometimes the truth is not important, what matters is political correctness.

This achievement is needed for the promotion of Liuzhou Academy of Literary Arts. Lizhou can also promote the reputation of the hometown of "Genius Girl Writer" in the competition of "Famous Cultural City". Children can get correct and good education and be studied by the way. "It is commendable that the incident can be concluded quickly and perfectly at the National Seventh Division.

What more truth do you need?In the end, it turned out that he was just a "wild sage" or something, a bad thing happened on a whim.

As for that "Genius Girl", hehe, it's very interesting. IQ and EQ are seventeen or eighteen times higher than that of a dumb horse. She chose this thorny road, tsk!

Jiang Shicheng shook his head, intending to turn around and leave the report on the conclusion of the "private disclosure" incident to Dama to write. I believe he will definitely write a good report that is touching and makes the leaders smile.This is called making the best use of everything, and putting garbage in the right place is performance art.

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Zhu Qishan walked back to the dormitory slowly, smiling and nodding all the way, enjoying the envious eyes of everyone again.

She has grown up with praise since she was a child. When did she become sensitive and jealous, and she cared so much about other people's eyes?

That's right, it started when she walked into this liberal arts academy where geniuses gathered. When she walked among a bunch of geniuses who came from famous families and were born with natural talents, her pride in the past was smashed to pieces by the bloody reality.Her little achievements and her little pride are like fireflies competing with the stars and the moon at night by the side of these favored children.

The 13-year-old Chen Miaomiao in the class who wrote the spiritual book of "Xianzhi" is like a bright moon, reflecting her life from now on.

Now, she can finally walk up to that proud girl, and say with a smile: "Oh! My spiritual book is just a little higher, it's nothing, it was written three years later than yours!"

The red haute couture dress was swaying, and Chen Miaomiao came from afar.

Zhu Qishan gently straightened the corners of her clothes, puffed her chest out, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly with cold eyes, as if a warrior was about to welcome his first glorious victory in a long battle.

"Qi, student Qishan. Hello, I took two students from outside to the library to borrow books. What a coincidence, I ran into you." The boy with glasses nervously pushed his glasses from time to time, throwing away his usual eloquence. Unexpectedly, "Ah! By the way, it just so happens that they are also from Lizhou, where are your fellow villagers!"

Zhu Qishan turned her head, smiled gently at the boy who admired her, raised her eyes, and the smile froze inch by inch on her delicate face.

The young master of the Cheng family looked at her with a half-smile.When both parties were unprepared, since Nie Yuan met by chance on such a big campus, at this moment he decided on a certain attitude.Greet with a little frivolity and familiarity: "Hi! Shanniu, surprise!"

That pair of eyes that are bottomless and the smile doesn't reach; the neat and sharp handwriting on the manuscript of "Wild Swan"; his mocking smile when he always criticizes and scolds Huai...

Zhu Qishan is very strange. What blinded her eyes at the beginning, so that she only saw a dandy mentally retarded with a very low degree of spirituality, but did not see another transparent and low-key genius?Obviously the fact is so obvious.

Looking into his eyes, she knew that he knew everything.

"To destroy it, you must first make it mad."

Stupidity is the shadow of vanity. When she contemptuously despised this young master who came from an extraordinary background but fell into the mortal world, her reason and wisdom had already left.

She turned her head, and it seemed strange to hear her neck clucking mechanically, like a funny puppet that forgot to lubricate.

The girl in the red dress had already walked nearby, glanced at the few people standing by the roadside, snorted, and walked past.

Zhu Qishan watched her walk away, her mind was extremely clear at this moment.

She smiled sweetly at the small glasses: "Thank you, Student Qian." She looked at Cheng Chen in a blink of an eye and said, "Student Cheng, I think we should have a smart conversation between us, what do you think?"

Sending off classmate Qian who was reluctant to part with him and wanted to participate in the conversation among smart people, Zhu Qishan brought a man, a boy, to the "Wensi" cafe.

"A cup of cappuccino. What do you want?" Zhu Qishan handed over the menu as elegant as a bookmark.

"A cup of hazelnut latte, he doesn't need it." Cheng Chen pushed away the menu and glanced sideways at A Lang who was wrinkling his nose.

"Ha! Men who love sweet drinks are soft-hearted. I hope this statement is true."

After waiting silently for a moment, the fragrant coffee came.

Zhu Qishan raised her cup and respected the young master of the Cheng family: "For my stupidity and prejudice, for my short-sightedness and jealousy, and..."

She lowered her voice, leaned over her head and whispered, "I stole your manuscript. I'm sorry!"

Cheng Chen was a little surprised, surprised at how straightforward and undisguised she was.

Before A Lang got angry, the girl moved herself away wisely, looked at the young master of the Cheng family calmly with big eyes, and said, "I also know that 'I'm sorry' is actually useless except to express some attitude. However, the matter has come to this point , I have nothing to say. Just one word from you can send me straight to the fucking hell I deserve."

She was so gentle and calm when she said dirty words, as if it wasn't her mouth that spit out these words at all.

Cheng Chen turned his head and took a sip of the coffee, which was sweet and fragrant.In front of wise people who are finally sober, some things are tacit and undeniable.

"A small piece of news - people from Guoan happened to come to the school to find me today to assist in the investigation of the 'private enlightenment' incident in Lizhou on the night of January 27. Twenty-seven children were enlightened, and I presented the school's "Wild Enlightenment" The Swan is in harmony with them."

Zhu Qishan stared firmly at Young Master Cheng's handsome face, not missing a single bit of expression.

Then, Cheng Chen lowered his eyes and took another sip of coffee, his eyes were blurred by the faint steaming mist.

Zhu Qishan laughed and said: "I admit it. I said that I heard you mention the little sister of the Lin family. On a whim, she ran to 'privately' after the article enlightened her. I don't know who really went to 'privately' in the word What the enlightened person wants to hide, I think what I can give is to never change my words, to this literati who only wants to be 'privately enlightened'—ah! Maybe it was privately revealed by the spiritual enlightenment master who followed him?"

She glanced sideways at the tall man with a serious expression who was sitting next to Young Master Cheng.Under the watchful and vigilant eyes of the two, he took out a delicate pocket knife from his bag, and made a deep cut in the palm of his left hand, and blood gushed out immediately.

With bloodstained four fingers sticking up on her temples, she said: "I swear by my literary heart, Zhu Qishan, that I will give everything I have, and I only ask that master who does not want to show up to 'keep silent'."

Cheng Chen watched in silence as Shanniu calmly put the knife back, then took out his own handkerchief and wrapped it up.

She smiled and said: "Look, we all have a small secret that we don't want to be known. However, we are not the ones who are determined to keep it secret and remove all obstacles, and there is no need to pay more for the little secret." A heavy price. So, now, do I have a little bit of qualifications, to be able to devote myself to a certain master, and die?"