Miss Jianxian, you are blocking my delivery of food.

Chapter 51: Instill it in her

Unexpectedly, Ye Zhibing vented all his grievances on the ceramic bowl in his hand.

She was holding a steel ball and the ceramic bowl in her hand seemed to be Xiao Ye himself, and she was concentrating on laying a solid foundation for the future of being a rich woman.

Who told the flower language of steel wool to be forbearance and wealth?
When Xiao Ye came out after washing the dishes, she was sitting on the sofa playing with her mobile phone.

"You, what are you doing!"

Ye Zhibing's expression suddenly became panicked.

In the past, it didn't matter whether this phone was in Xiao Ye's hands or not. After all, there was nothing invisible in it, but it was different now.

She is addicted to taking selfies! ! !
There are some selfies she took during the past few days when she had nothing to do!
In order to take good-looking photos, in the latest few photos, she has lost her dignity as a sword fairy, pouting, winking, winking, and even a few body photos recording her figure. It would be okay if the other party sees this. ?

With his heart tense, Ye Zhibing quickly rushed towards the sofa.

The situation was urgent, and she even used the few spiritual energy and her body skills for this purpose.

"Holy shit? Spiritual energy? And you've used the Seven Star Steps?! Why don't you just use your phone?!"

Feeling the spiritual energy fluctuations coming from the opponent's body, Xiao Ye also unlocked part of the seal, running his magic power, and calmly avoiding Ye Zhibing's little hands that came again and again.

"Don't you have a mobile phone of your own? Why are you using mine?!"

"I'll download the Writer's Assistant for you and register an account. How can you write a novel if I don't finish it for you?"

He lightly left an afterimage on the spot and deceived Ye Zhibing to grab it. Xiao Ye looked at the verification code on his mobile phone and then entered it into Ye Zhibing's mobile phone. He did not wait until he saw the page that the registration was successful. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's all done, I'll give it back to you."

Like a ghost, Xiao Ye walked around behind Ye Zhibing and gently tapped the opponent's head with the fruit phone. Xiao Ye stuffed the phone back into Ye Zhibing's hand.

By the way, he accidentally touched the back of her hand.

After taking back his mobile phone, Ye Zhibing's expression did not relax because of Xiao Ye's explanation.

"Did you really just download the software and register an account?"

She raised her white jade finger suspiciously and clumsily opened the application backend. She looked back and forth but found nothing.

In response, Xiao Ye just rolled his eyes at her and said angrily:

"What good things can you find on your phone? I advise you not to be so sentimental."

Turning around and sitting on the sofa again, he couldn't help but recall what he had just seen when he clicked on the other person's photo album out of curiosity.

To be honest, it's still somewhat pretty.

Milky white Xuezi, the eldest son with slim legs, round buttocks, and oh yes, there are also delicate little feet.

Xiao Ye suddenly remembered an idiom.

Take advantage of the situation.

Because the posture in the picture is very good, it is conducive to...
Ahem, cough, that’s too far off topic.

“So how do I write a novel?”

Ye Zhibing held the phone in his hands, sat down on the other side of the sofa and looked at him, his eyes showing the same clear stupidity as a college student.

Sure enough, is this something everyone must go through?

Looking at those clear and stupid eyes, Xiao Ye let out a long sigh.

I remember that at the beginning, he also studied writing novels, but his life was difficult, and he could not survive the day when he could collect manuscript fees, so he could only start the business and collapsed halfway.

Now that Ye Zhibing had this opportunity, he naturally wanted to instill the inspiration that he had failed to thrive into this guy.

Although the hope is slim, if she really achieves enlightenment and becomes a god, it should be considered that she has this talent, right?

Ever since, the scene in this small room now looks a lot like those old guys who can't even be a prostitute teaching a provocateur how to write a book.

"First of all, you have to think of a theme, that is, what kind of story you want to write. One chapter should be at least 2,000 words, write three or four chapters, and then submit it to the editor via email."

"story."

Ye Zhibing frowned, obviously there was no ink in his mind.

"You can be considered a girl after all. It would be more appropriate to refer to those books about female videos." Xiao Ye smoothed over his thoughts from the past few days and continued, "But the two of us have a natural advantage in writing those useless books." Nao Yanqing is a bit underwhelming."

"What natural advantage? Also, what do you mean when you say that I am a girl?"

Ignoring the other party's question, Xiao Ye moistened his throat and said, "The most basic thing in a novel, apart from writing, is imagination. Writing is something you don't have for the time being. As for imagination, don't forget where we come from?" Do you want me to write stories about the world of cultivation?"

Ye Zhibing pondered for a moment and roughly understood Xiao Ye's thoughts.

"It's almost the same, but you also have to make some appropriate modifications according to the readers' preferences."

While talking, Xiao Ye opened a certain APP on his mobile phone.

"Everyone is busy with their lives at work and off work, and they all have some opinions on reality, so they all want to see some stories that could not happen in reality."

"Although the world of cultivation is unrealistic for them, many people have already written about similar topics. You don't have enough writing skills, so you naturally have to make some innovations..."

As time went by, Xiao Ye became more serious, nodding and lowering his eyebrows. This also made Ye Zhibing, who was carefully digesting the knowledge, turn his attention to him.

Ye Zhibing stared blankly at the other party's handsome profile.

So is he who he is now, the real him?

It turns out that the cold, ruthless, cunning, cunning and frightening Fengyun that he saw before was just the armor he put on out of necessity.

The real guy is just an ordinary man who pursues a stable life, seems to be carefree, but is still very reliable at critical times.

Thinking of what he and his sect had done to him before, Ye Zhibing's eyes flashed with guilt unconsciously.

"That's pretty much it."

Feeling that if he said too much now, Ye Zhibing might not be able to digest it in a short time, Xiao Ye stepped on the brakes in time.

"So what should I write?"

It's embarrassing to say that Ye Zhibing was actually distracted by the second half of what Xiao Ye said and didn't hear what he said clearly, so he could only ask again.

Then she watched Xiao Ye open a document on his phone with excitement.

"I have already written the beginning when I was at work these days. You can use this beginning to submit your manuscript, and then before the editor replies to you, read other people's novels to learn about writing style and wording."

Ye Zhibing took the phone and glanced at the so-called beginning.

I have to say that this guy's wording does seem to have the flavor of those novels.

"Platinum capital! Update quickly, I can't sleep at night."

Ye Zhibing casually remarked a comment that she often saw to urge people to update, and returned the phone with an expressionless expression.

"Hey, you still know this?"

Raising his eyebrows in surprise, Xiao Ye turned around and opened the mailbox. Under the gaze of the other party, he added the beginning of what he wrote to the attachment and confidently sent it to an editor.

“I heard that this editor reviews manuscripts very quickly and usually responds within half an hour.”

"What if I don't pass?"

Ye Zhibing has always had the habit of considering the worst-case scenario in his life. When he saw the other party's confident expression, he couldn't help but say this.

"Don't be so talkative."

Hearing this, Xiao Ye immediately turned his head and stared at her, but the confidence on his face did not diminish at all.

"But it's okay for you to have a crow's mouth. I believe in my own strength. If you can't defeat me, you will be defeated."

Half an hour later, the editor's reply arrived, albeit late.

"It's coming, it's coming! Look carefully, this is the power of the hidden Platinum God."

Xiao Ye, who had been shaking for a long time, jumped up from the sofa and clicked on the email with energy.

"Passed?"

Ye Zhibing came over with a curious look on his face, wanting to see what the editor usually responded to when drafting a manuscript.

On the mobile phone page, there is only a short line of text.

The editor is worthy of being an editor, even his replies are so concise and concise.

She nodded in approval, and then read out the content displayed on it word by word softly while looking at it:

"Sorry, your manuscript has not yet met the internal submission standards. Please publish it directly or transfer it to another editor~Thank you for your hard writing, keep up the good work~"

(End of this chapter)