Crazy Psychologist

Chapter 30 Unexplainable
After wasting a day in the hospital, Liu Yun didn't bother to eat dinner when he got home, so he sat in front of the computer and started to work.

The previous manuscript wrote that civilization T204 was in trouble. What kind of trouble was it?
It started out with the captain's biological daughter suffering from a rare disease, and the captain was obsessed with finding a suitable cure on a new planet.

Putting the rescue of the daughter in the background of interstellar immigrants was originally a rather neat design. Although it is a little old-fashioned, it can arouse the sympathy of readers as part of an important emotional branch.

When readers lament that life is fragile, and no matter how advanced technology is, it is difficult to solve the problem of separation of flesh and blood, this novel is half successful.

After devoting myself to writing more than 2000 words, my hands trembled again, like clockwork chicken feet.

Liu Yun had no choice but to stand up and do a few push-ups against the wall.

"one two Three"

After doing several sets in a row, my brain is still dazed. The description of rusty gears is really suitable. I don't know which author came up with it.

In order to write more, Liu Yun went to the refrigerator to get a can of Coke.

Crackling, the fizzy carbonated drink burrowed into Liuyun's stomach densely, and his spirits improved a little.

Although I clearly know that relying on Coke is not a good thing, what can I do?The life of a writer is not easy, far less than everyone thinks, time is free, romantic, and unfettered.

Writers need strict self-discipline!
It's not as easy as those college students and newly graduated children think.Do you think that you can become a best-selling author by simply writing an online article and have countless fans?

dream?

Liu Yun is different. He has not had a dream since the first day he entered the industry. Diligence and hard work are his motto.

After drinking the Coke, it's still 10 minutes to eight o'clock in the evening.

Liu Yun opened the forum and wanted to see the novels he published before. Posting novels on the website can always get feedback from readers the fastest, which is much better than publishing a physical book and not knowing what readers think for a long time.

Of course, there are also bad things. For example, Liu Yun was very angry and almost drank the rest of the Coke in one go.

[Probably only the author himself knows what he is writing. In the end, it turns out that Luoluo is a robot, and he thinks the writing is good when he turns around so much. 】

Although there are also many readers below who expressed their liking for the novel "Believe in the Past", the author's writing is delicate, almost like a female author or something.

But this comment was like a whip full of thorns, slapped on Liu Yun's back, and he didn't do anything to forget it.

There have also been negative reviews before, isn't that a common thing?

Liu Yun comforted himself, how can there be any works that only people say good, and no one says bad?
You are not a novice anymore, you can be restless over such trivial matters, how can you stay in the online literary world in the future.

Just like eating a broken melon seed, you need to eat ten fresh melon seeds to make up for the broken taste.

Liu Yun looked at the comments in front of the novel over and over again, trying to forget the bad comment.

However, not only did it have no effect, on the contrary, he became more and more uncomfortable, comments that seemed to be good at first, and some neutral comments, such as: the writing is good, the story is also good.

Even such a comment he looked like a mockery.

So, I spent the whole night struggling with these comments and reading my own novels over and over again, what was wrong with them.

Time flies, and at one o'clock in the middle of the night, he dragged his tired and weak body to lie on the bed.

I couldn't sleep, tossed and turned, and drank a little hot water, but I still couldn't stop the useless brain from working.

Idling is this state.

Messy thoughts are worthless.

When it was dawn, Liu Yun woke up at five o'clock and started writing.

One night of lack of sleep, coupled with feeling bored, the efficiency of the day is also very low.
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"It's not that there has been such a time before, but I didn't care too much."

"A writer, it's not as glamorous as it looks."

Mu Chun sighed and served Liu Yun a cup of coffee.

"Director Mu goes to work alone today?"

Liu Yun was a little embarrassed. He didn't want to come to the hospital on Saturday morning. The other departments in the hospital were resting, and there were only a few nurses in the emergency department.

Compared to Thursday, the entire hospital was in a sweet sleep.

"Dr. Chu is also there. I don't know where to go now. By the way, she seems to have read your novel."

"How come? Doctors like to read my novels too?"

"I don't like it. They seem to be familiar with the publishing house in their family. I don't know how many publishing houses there are? Are they all familiar with their family?"

Just kidding, there are so many publishing houses, big and small, how could a doctor know the publishing house very well.

Besides, who doesn't want to get acquainted with the publishing house, even if the relationship with the editor-in-chief is better
"She didn't say she liked to watch it, she just watched a little bit."

Hearing what Mu Chun said, Liu Yun couldn't wait to know the doctor's evaluation of his novel.

"So, someone is talking nonsense under your novel, and some people just like to pretend they don't understand and talk nonsense."

Liu Yun did not expect Mu Chun to say such a thing.

"Yeah. No, it can't be said to be nonsense. It actually makes sense. Maybe it's just poorly written."

"You are a sci-fi boss, how can you write poorly, and you have won an award."

"That, nothing."

"Why doesn't it matter? Those who don't know how to pretend to understand are the most annoying, and they demand that science fiction be like popular science, saying that Arthur Clarke is a British scientist, that Asimov is also a chemistry major after all, and there are other majors. Liu is a physics teacher, and other people's science fiction is all kinds of pseudoscience, and they always use theories like black holes without hair, dark forests and the like to scare people."

"Hairless black holes are science, and Hawking made this theory very clear."

"Yes, there are still people who are constantly thinking about the dark forest, making dark forests everywhere."

Liu Yun laughed, "This is true, since Da Liu won the Hugo Award, it has become like this. "Three-Body Problem" has become popular, and the dark forest has become a kind of... You know."

Mu Chun slapped the table.

"I understand, I understand, that's what happened."

The two of them laughed heartily.

I didn't expect a doctor to know a lot.

"If you encounter such comments in the future, just scold him. You're welcome, you writers, you just pay too much attention to image."

Mu Chun leaned lazily on the back of the chair and closed his eyes, as if he had forgotten that there was a patient sitting across from him.

The autumn sun shone on his body, and the sleep-deprived clouds appeared sleepy.

"Go to sleep for a while."

In a trance, he seemed to hear such a sentence, so he fell asleep on the table.

(End of this chapter)