I'm just a little white face who doesn't need to fight

Chapter 7 Poetry and the Sea

(Let me explain in advance that this article is not a parallel world, so writing entertainment can only be original, it may seem a bit embarrassing, I hope everyone can resist, anyway, we are all embarrassed together)
Chuhe didn't expect that he would be despised by the system!
Is my literary quality so poor?
"I don't want to be the little conch prince, I want to be a science fiction writer." Chu He said unhappily. He is a graduate of a key university anyway, so no matter how low his literary literacy is, he can't be so low.

"Ding, the host consumes 200 pleasure points to buy a first-level literary quality, and has a good literary appraisal vision and taste." The system responded.

Chu He was stunned, and then opened "Science Fiction World" to see that it really felt very different, and his ability to appreciate science fiction was greatly improved.

But he still feels that he can't write science fiction works, and the difference between reading and writing is too great.

"System, don't cheat on my pleasure value, I want to be a science fiction writer, not a reader!" Chu He hugged the remaining pitiful 210.1 pleasure value with a sore face.

"Ding, the host consumes 200 pleasure points to buy the first [-] words of "Poetry and the Sea." The system responded again.

Chuhe's mind was shocked, and there was some more information immediately, and the [-]-word content of an article also belonged to him.

It was as if electricity went through his mind, and for a moment he felt that he was the world's top science fiction writer and wrote "Poetry and the Sea".

This is a shocking science fiction novel, which perfectly combines the beauty of poetry with the mystery of the sea. The content is a story about aliens using the sea as a mother's womb to conceive a little alien, who is discovered by a scientist who loves poetry.

In just [-] words, Chuhe clearly saw the vast sea, the wonderful alien fetus, and the poems sung on the sea.

Chuhe has never felt that science fiction can be so attractive!

He came back to his senses, and said impatiently: "Where did you copy this? Are you afraid it's the Wenchao system?"

"This is an original creation of this system combined with human civilization." The system answered briefly.

original?
It was the first time for Chuhe to worship the system. This guy is too powerful. Compared with him, his literary quality is indeed too low. No wonder he is despised by the system.

"How many characters are in "Poetry and the Sea", I want to watch the follow-up plot immediately!" Chu He scratched his heart, he was completely attracted.

As the fetal bed of aliens, how many fetuses has the sea conceived?A female scientist who lost her daughter adopted an alien fetus by accident. How would she choose?

When beautiful poetry blooms on the sea, will it stir the hearts of aliens?

All this is so attractive. The story of "Poetry and the Sea" is like a mandala flower in the desert, with a breath of death, but it makes people drink poison to quench their thirst and cannot extricate themselves.

"The host's pleasure value is not enough to purchase follow-up content." The system does not give face.

Chuhe had to give up for the time being, and his pleasure value was only 10.1, so poor.

But he doesn't care about the pleasure value at all. The [-]-word "Poetry and the Sea" is enough for him to become a science fiction writer temporarily, and he seems to have experienced a spiritual baptism, which is so wonderful.

He calmed down first, then flipped through "Science Fiction World" and read all the articles.

Whether it was a short story or a serialized medium or long story, Chu He read them all.

He always thought that science fiction novels were superior, but now his literary literacy is different, and he seems to be critical, and he doesn't think it's so amazing.

The main reason is that the system's original "Poetry and the Sea" has improved Chuhe's taste, and he can't stand ordinary science fiction novels.

After finishing it, Chu He's eyes became clearer, and he felt that "Poetry and the Sea" is extraordinary.

He wrote down the submission mailbox at the back of the magazine, and went back to the bedroom to type.

Chuhe rarely used a computer before, let alone typed, so it is very slow to be a writer.

It took a whole half of the night before he typed out more than half of the novel in his head, which was only [-] words.

But in this way, the manuscript can already be submitted, Chuhe is not in a hurry, and saves [-] words for spare, so as not to be in a hurry when he gets it.

Looking at the sky, it was already midnight. Chu He sorted out the manuscript and submitted it directly to "Science Fiction World".

In the middle of the night, the editor had already rested, and Chu He estimated that his manuscript would not be read until tomorrow.

He also calmed down, thinking about the plot of "Poetry and the Sea", while going to the beach to blow conch.

He couldn't sleep, and the science fiction story was still in his mind.

At this moment, in Shanghai, the editorial building of "Science Fiction World".

It was already past four o'clock in the morning, but the editorial building was still lit, and a bald man wearing half-rim glasses woke up twisting his sore neck.

He is Liu Qiang, the deputy editor-in-chief of "Science Fiction World". He didn't go home after get off work in the afternoon, but checked the layout and content of the next issue of the magazine for errors and omissions.

Originally, he was not supposed to do this, but there was a serious mistake in the last issue, which caused him to be scolded by the editor-in-chief. He was once bitten by a snake for ten years and was afraid of well ropes, so he stayed here to check carefully .

As a result, he was naturally exhausted, and fell asleep on the ground until midnight.

"Fortunately, there are no mistakes or omissions, but the quality of the recent novels is too poor, and the sales volume is getting lower and lower. The magazine is not easy to mix." Liu Qiang rubbed his temples, drank the cold coffee on the table, and then closed the The computer is leaving.

Unexpectedly, there was a new submission email in the mailbox, and Liu Qiang glanced at it: "Poetry and the Sea".

As a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder, Liu Qiang frowned and nodded.

He was going to simply look at it and dismiss it, lest he have to look at it again tomorrow.

As a result, after reading a few lines, his expression became serious, and his body unconsciously moved forward.

After reading two pages, his eyes were already glowing, and the exhaustion just now was gone, as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

After reading all the [-] words, Liu Qiang habitually grabbed the cup and drank coffee, but the coffee was already gone.

He patted the cup back, quickly pulled the submission document to the beginning, and read it again.

With just [-] words, he read it for more than an hour, afraid that he would miss any part.

Afterwards, his whole face was in full bloom, and he shouted without looking back: "Mr. Ye, come here, come here!"

After he finished speaking, he realized that his colleagues had left work long ago. As for the editor-in-chief Mr. Ye, he didn't come today at all, he was fishing for fish.

Liu Qiang quickly grabbed his cell phone and dialed a number.

After beeping the number for a long time, I finally got through.Opposite him was Mr. Ye, also a middle-aged man.

"Liu Qiang, why don't you give me a reason, I'll beat you to death!" Mr. Ye yelled, he had worked hard for several days, and it was rare for him to sleep comfortably today, but he was woken up by his subordinates, and he got up angrily explode.

"Mr. Ye, quickly check the company's mailbox. The "Poetry and the Sea" is amazing. The second "Three-Body Problem" has appeared!" Liu Qiang's voice became hoarse with excitement, as if he had seen gold.

A good manuscript can create considerable benefits. In the age when the physical publishing industry is not easy to mix, a good manuscript is life!
"Are you drunk? The second "Three-Body Problem"? Which sci-fi master contributed to you?" Mr. Ye was still angry.

"Mr. Ye, look at it first, it's not a sci-fi master, it's called Chu Xiaohe, but I feel that his writing power surpasses any sci-fi master!" Liu Qiang was about to spit out his saliva.

The editorial building, which was as quiet as a cemetery, was called out by Liu Qiang's voice, and the demons danced wildly.

(End of this chapter)