The Path Toward Heaven

Jing Jiu was startled before he understood what she meant. He didn't discuss this topic any further, and asked, How do you write a novel?

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

Jing Jiu said, Another kind?

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

After saying this, she gave him a demonstration, put the finger cot on the index finger of her right hand, and then began to tremble rapidly, a row of words appeared on the computer light screen very quickly, and there were no mistakes or omissions.

Jing Jiu asked, What's the difference between this and using pen and paper?

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

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

Zhong Lizi withdrew his gaze from the closed door and walked into the kitchen to start today's dinner.

Tasteless but healthy and reasonable nutritional block, even if it is delivered with tea, it is so unpalatable.

Normally, she would definitely complain a few words, but this time she was a little distracted, and didn't even notice how those nutrient blocks were eaten by herself.

——Everyone’s first novel is actually about themselves. The story he wrote in the room at this time must be set in the beautiful world above, and it is about the grievances and grievances of the upper class. There may be any secret past stories of the aristocratic family, and it may even be related to a certain lady in the priesthood...

The silver-haired girl thought that if this novel could become popular, she would get some money, right?

Happy.

Or even better, he was taken back by his family, but he couldn't bear to be separated from him, so he took him back, and then... Yes, I am such an ignorant girl who covets wealth and glory, who made him so beautiful!

Thinking about these things, she wiped off the residue of the nutrition block on her hand, took out the tea bag and made a cup of tea, opened the door of the study and walked in.

Writing at the beginning must be a bit unfamiliar, I will accompany you to write in a few days and you will be able to go smoothly.

Zhong Lizi put the teacup on the window sill, turned to look at Jing Jiu who was sitting on the floor, and said with concern, Don't be in a hurry... 噫... Are you finished?

Her voice was getting higher and higher until finally she raised it, expressing an inconceivable question.

At the end of the seventh volume...he saw those battleships.

After Jing Jiu finished writing this line, he turned off the computer, looked at the silver-haired girl and said, It's not finished yet, but it's here for the time being.

Zhong Lizi looked extremely dazed, and after a while he suddenly woke up and said, You liar, you must have written the manuscript before!

But where is the novel he wrote in advance? It definitely can't be the Academy Network, he doesn't have a bracelet, and it doesn't look like he has implanted a chip...

Jing Jiu didn't know what it meant to save a manuscript, so he naturally ignored her and asked, How do I post it?

Zhong Lizi hadn't recovered from the shock, and said, There are forums on the academy website, you can upload them every day after you register.

Jing Jiu understood 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 hummed.

Zhong Lizi picked up the computer and did one operation, and quickly updated 20,000 words.

Seeing that she started to concentrate on swiping the points, Jing Jiu didn't intend to upload any more, so he said, Don't continue?

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

Jing Jiu thought to himself, wouldn't he have to wait here for a hundred days? Said: Send them all.

Zhong Lizi raised his head, looked at him like an idiot, and then realized that the idiot was too good-looking, so he lowered his head uncomfortably and said, Send it once, and it will be buried under the forum, and no one will pay attention.

Jing Jiu thought to himself, what is the reason for this?

No one will read it after finishing the book. Zhong Lizi explained patiently.

Jing Jiu said: The book is not finished, this story is just beginning.

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

Jing Jiu said, Five hundred thousand.

Zhong Lizi said, 50,000... 100,000 is fine, deal?

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

Zhong Lizi pointed to the computer and said, Shall I read it first tonight?

Jing Jiu thought that he would have to digest the knowledge of number theory tonight, so he nodded.

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

Throughout the night, there was a faint light from the light curtain overflowing from the gap in the bedroom door, and occasionally weeping could be heard.

The next morning, she walked out of the bedroom with the computer in her arms. Her silver hair was extremely messy, her eyes were red, and her face was haggard. She had obviously not slept all night.

Jing Jiu was lying on a chair and watching the morning news. Seeing her ghostly appearance, he couldn't help but take a second look.

The writing is okay. Zhong Lizi took out a tissue and wiped his reddish nose, pretending to be casual.

Jing Jiu hummed to express his doubts, and asked, It's just okay?

Zhong Lizi sat next to him and said: The story is quite interesting, but the emotions are not strong, the conflicts are not intense, and the most important thing is the writing skills. When Lian Sanyue died, it was so sad to watch, but he couldn't cry.

Jing Jiu thought to himself, you cried several times last night, and what plot was it for? Liu Ci turned into spring rain or the battle between himself and Nan Chi?

That Mr. Li is too pitiful...

Zhong Lizi thought about the solitary grave in Sanqianyuan, and the song Good Night Quote, the more he thought about it, the more sad he became, and because he hadn't slept all night, he burst into tears.

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

Naturally, it was boring for her to cry alone, so she stopped crying slowly, gave him an annoyed look, picked up her schoolbag and went to the college.

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

The forum of Xinshi College.com was calm. This novel did not cause any reaction, only a few comments, and what was said was not the content of the novel, but rumors related to the author.

She was naturally a little unconvinced, and couldn't help but brought up the matter in class, asking those students who usually have a good relationship to watch and comment, and it is best to get a few more likes.

A few more days passed, and she heard the complaints from her classmates outside the classroom, she couldn't bear it anymore, and when she got home, she passed all these emotions on to Jing Jiu.

After the news was over, Jing Jiu looked at Zhong Lizi and asked, What did you just say?

I'm giving you an opinion on behalf of the readers! Your writing is good, accurate and clean, but the plots are too far apart, and the writing is too loose, and I can't remember the front when I read the back. Zhong Lizi thought for a while and said: There is another very important problem. Jingyang Xingxing accidentally pretended to be calm and calm. It is too pretentious, which is very annoying.

Jing Jiu thought to himself that he was a casual fairy, how could he pretend?

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

The novel posted on the Xinshi College website also continued to drift with the tide, without causing any splashes.

Zhong Lizi gradually lost his temper, while Jing Jiu didn't care at all. He devoted all his time and energy to studying.

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

Those more esoteric physics and mathematics knowledge cannot be found in the academy network.

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

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

An economics professor actually committed suicide because of a fund scam, Jing Jiu couldn't help but shook his head, thinking that mortals are really interesting and pitiful existences, no matter in the universe or in Chaotian Continent.

In the evening, Zhong Lizi received a week's worth of food, and returned home with a vague twilight. Seeing him lying on a chair watching TV, he couldn't help but feel very strange, and asked, You also rest?

Jing Jiu hummed, thought for a while and explained, I've finished watching.

Have you finished reading? That is the four-year course of the academy, and you finished it in only ten days?

How could Zhong Lizi believe his words, turned on the computer on the coffee table, and said, If you have the ability, please write out your graduation thesis and show it to me.

Jing Jiu kept his eyes on the TV screen and said, No.

Saying no means no, because he doesn't need to prove it. Of course, the main reason is laziness.

Zhong Lizi thought for a while and said, Then do you want to take a test paper? Otherwise, you won't be able to determine whether you really learned it.

Still staring at the TV screen, Jing Jiu casually said, I've done it.

Zhong Lizi was a little surprised. He opened the question bank on the college website and found that he had done seven sets of papers, and each set of papers... was full of perfect marks!

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

Did you... copy the answer?

Um?

Then how could you get so many perfect marks!

I didn't get any other grades.

Zhong Lizi knelt on the chair, looked down at Jing Jiu's face from above, his eyes were full of awe.

In the next moment, those emotions of awe turned into sympathy and pity.

It is said that in the above, direct knowledge input will be chosen during primary learning, and there is no need to memorize it by rote.

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

She seemed to see a passionate story.

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

And she is the beacon, companion, and even... maybe a partner that the genius boy met when he was at his lowest point?

Do you... want to go to school? Zhong Lizi stared into Jing Jiu's eyes and said, With your talent, you shouldn't waste time on these elementary knowledge. What you should learn is in the internal database of the school library.

Jing Jiu knew that she was going to school, and that Xinshi College was similar to other colleges, so he said, Okay.

Zhong Lizi seemed to see a legendary scene about to be staged, and couldn't help coughing under the agitation of his mind.

Jing Jiu glanced at her.

She waved her hand to indicate that it was okay, turned around and went back to the bedroom, but did not notice that he followed her into the bedroom as well.

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

She turned her back to the door, covered her head with the quilt, and coughed softly, probably because she was afraid of disturbing him who should be in the living room.

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