The white moonlight of fast transmigration

Chapter 557
Innovation does not mean writing content that readers cannot accept for a while.

The author of Xiaoshen has already understood what readers like, and has a good writing ability.In this case of innovation, the author knows how to write the innovative brain hole in a sweet and refreshing style that readers like. To a certain extent, it will not be difficult to see.

However, the current market is highly homogeneous, which leads to a serious single taste of readers and a low acceptance of other themes.

This is why most authors dare not innovate.

Readers are looking for books by the label of the big fire, and they are used to reading similar routines.To a certain extent, readers have never read any books other than the style of the big fire, so they will naturally only accept the routines and writing styles that are widely circulated in the market.

Under such a trend, the occurrence rate of original brain holes will only decrease.

This is a point of view between Shi Miao and her friends.

Fu Wan generally agrees with Shi Miao's point of view, but she is not a member of this circle, and she doesn't know what the atmosphere of the Internet circle in this world is like. She only roughly knows that compared with the world she lives in...

Plagiarism has become something that everyone is accustomed to. As for the opening of the article, it is a compulsory course for every author to earn attention.

So, as a senior novel reader, she doesn't even want to read here.

The world she lives in is full of flowers, and there are wives with good writing skills, good brains, and well-written assembly line routines. Therefore, when reading online articles in this world, there is a slight disgust.

Forget about the assembly line, and copied so that everyone looks the same, how about she is a mentally handicapped child?
Because of contacting Tan Chengzhi, Fu Wan wrote the opening chapter that night.

Shi Miao: [I have written the beginning! 】

Cheng Zhi: [Send it here. 】

Shi Miao: [? ? ? ?I want to ask if there are any professional editors on your side to check for me. 】

Cheng Zhi: [I am very professional. 】

Shi Miao: […]

Cheng Zhi: [I read the two books you wrote carefully. 】

Shi Miao: [Pain Mask.jpg]

Take advantage of: [send it here]

Shi Miao: [I don't. 】

Shi Miao: 【I tell you it's impossible.jpg】

Multiplied by: [voice]

Fu Wan nestled in the computer chair, looking at the voice he sent, feeling a little embarrassed for no reason.Fu Wan stretched out her hand to lower her voice, and put it close to her ear, the other party's gentle and elegant voice came from the phone, "Wan Wan, good boy, send it here."

Obviously it was a cool and gentle voice, but his low end sound was like a hook, Fu Wan felt his heart sway slightly.

She coughed lightly, and felt that the emotions that had always been too indifferent and rational because of taking the medicine were suddenly not so calm.She clearly felt that the beating heart in her chest became alive.

Shi Miao: 【Do you really want to see it? 】

The opposite shows that it is inputting.

After a while, the other side sent a message.

Take advantage of: [Yes. 】

Shi Miao: ["The CEO always secretly rewards my novels".doc]

[The other party has accepted "The CEO always secretly rewards my novels".doc]

Take advantage of: [……]

Shi Miao: [Surprise is not a surprise, meaning is not a surprise.jpg]

Chengzhi: 【How do you know...】

Shi Miao: [Ah?You really secretly rewarded me?]

Multiplied by: [no]

Shi Miao: [Then I'm going to write the manuscript]

The other side responded quickly.

Chengzhi: [Wait, I'll finish the manuscript first]

After about ten minutes, the [-]-word manuscript was almost ready to be read, and a message was sent from the other side.Tan Chengzhi evaluated the opening chapter of Fu Wan's novel very subjectively, and implicitly tested whether the hero in the book is Fu Wan's ideal type.

Fu Wan almost couldn't help laughing in front of the computer.

Shi Miao: [That's right]

Chengzhi: [It's eleven o'clock, go to bed, I'll pick you up at nine o'clock tomorrow]

Take it: [Good night]

Fu Wan looked at the time, and it was already eleven o'clock.Shi Miao, as a full-time writer, works completely in the underworld, going to bed at five in the morning and waking up at two in the afternoon.

He was forced to rectify when he was a security guard before, but during his full-time writing period, Fu Wan couldn't help but resumed his previous work and rest in the underworld.

She thought of meeting at nine o'clock tomorrow and was forced to fall asleep.

But when she was really lying on the bed, the messed up biological clock kicked in again, and she didn't feel sleepy no matter how much she slept.Lying dry like this, many messy memories came out, like a pile of wool ends.

She thought of Li Jing who watched her die so horribly when she fell from a tall building and fell to her death.

And when she, as Song Wu, had no choice but to choose to protect the world and die in his arms, Cui Jing's helplessness and despair were trapped in her thoughts for tens of millions of years.

After fulfilling the last dream and expectation for her, Gu Xiuyun killed her without hesitation.

Having her memory erased, she is still looking for Qi Heng who has been looking for her for thousands of years.

Xie Yueze, who admired her to the point of being inferior and distorted, calculated everything step by step. He thought that he could marry her immediately, but watched her die for him. Song Pei, the god who wanted to marry her even if she disfigured her face and dropped out of school to throw away the halo of a genius writer, wanted to marry her.

So many times of heart-piercing and lung-piercing are completely gone, but the previous tortures seem to be vividly presented in front of my eyes.

Fu Wan opened his eyes and looked at the darkness in front of him.

How on earth did she get into this loop?

It was Friday, and she was off the next day, so she stayed up reading novels as usual.It wasn't until five o'clock in the morning that she realized that it was time for her to sleep, so she got up to pour water...

Pour water, drink water?

It seems so, but...

She was sick and seemed to be swallowing medicine.But the big question is, what's wrong with her.

Fu Wan tried to think about the back figure in the white coat she saw in her dream, and the doctor who often contacted her. What did she tell the doctor in that cozy office? something.

It's not like a consulting room, it's not going to be so relaxing.

For a moment, Fu Wan felt that he had caught something.

But she wanted to see clearly what the glimmer of light she grasped was, but she couldn't figure out what it was.Everything was gone, she didn't remember any conclusions at all, and the things she remembered were too trivial and not characteristic.

She has a personal relationship with that doctor, so meet outside the consulting room?
That made sense, and she remembered keeping in touch with the doctor.When she died, the symptoms were also similar to sudden death, which may be the cause of the heart.

But if you have heart disease, do you need to discuss contact with your doctor frequently?
Fu Wan's thinking was very chaotic, and when she finally felt a little drowsy, it was five o'clock in the morning, and she fell asleep in a daze.

In the dream, she saw the back figure in the white coat.

(End of this chapter)