Be a Cartoonist In the Fairy World

"Didn't you write this?" Du Ziyuan asked Songzi in surprise.

Songzi said, "Why do you think I wrote it?"

"But, this... isn't... alright." Du Ziyuan glanced at her chest, not knowing what to say.

"What are you staring at my chest for?"

"Who is staring at your breasts? They are so big and they squeeze into my field of vision by themselves, what can I do?" Du Ziyuan ignored her and watched the awards.

The ninth place is a female author with the pen name Zhu Lianxue, but she wrote the horror "Death Resentment", a very pure type of horror story, but her pen power is amazing, and the horror revealed between the lines is enough to suffocate.

"It's a pity," Tang Junhao sighed when he saw Zhu Lianxue stepping onto the stage, "this time the subject matter is not suitable for her. If the subject is emotional, her writing style can squeeze into the top 5."

"You know her well?" Du Ziyuan asked casually.

"I just barely know each other, she is quite famous in our country of Qifeng," Tang Junhao said. "Ten years ago, she disguised herself as a man to participate in the imperial examination, but she got a Jinshi and the first grade, and then her daughter was discovered. Although the emperor cancelled her chance to be an official, Tanhua's fame was retained."

Du Ziyuan turned around again and glanced at Zhu Lian Xue, nodding thoughtfully. Growing up like her, it's really hard to find a man disguised as a woman.

This Zhulianxue has a square face, dark skin, small eyes, and very big nose. Du Ziyuan thought it was a womanish obsession when I first saw her. Only later did I know that she was a real woman.

[But this is right. Du Ziyuan has always found it strange, because the Nie Xue and Yan Yun Songzi he has seen so far are all very beautiful women. How could a person who writes a novel look so high? This was completely contrary to the experience in his dreams, and he began to doubt life.

Du Ziyuan was relieved until he saw Zhulianxue. It doesn't seem that there is a problem with my own common sense, but Nie Xue and Yan Yun Songzi are too special.

In fact, few of the 100 authors who came to participate in the Qifeng Festival this time had a good appearance. Even Liang Yuxing, the strongest of the Seven Front Kingdoms, is ordinary, otherwise he would go to the exchange meeting that day and no one would notice him in the corner for most of the day.

Among the female authors, except for Yan Yun pine nuts, there is not a good-looking one. Among the male authors, Tang Junhao and the cold-faced prince drank with the word "handsome". Of course, Du Ziyuan overlooked one thing, that is, people can't see themselves with their eyes.

As soon as he thought of Floating Drink and Tang Junhao, the two were called up one after another.

Tang Junhao is the eighth author of "Poems of the Dead," a suspenseful thriller about a series of murders in which poetry is a fan. Just like what he said, he is really good at writing poetry, so this time the puzzle arrangement is very delicate, and Du Ziyuan only saw that at the end he discovered that the truth turned out to be that way.

Floating Drink is the 7th author of "Dark Love". Although it also tells the story of the love between humans and ghosts, the ending this time is completely different from the story he gave to the nine princesses.

In the story, the male protagonist is forced to marry the female corpse. He died unexpectedly while struggling, but the female ghost always followed him after his reincarnation. Until the second life, the two reconnected. However, the novel is a flashback. The second life was written first, and only after the male protagonist and the female ghost got married did he learn about the first life. He who finally knew the truth could not do without the female ghost.

These two can be said to be the pinnacle of appearance among male writers. When they took the stage, I don't know how many teenage fans were crying there. However, their words were less than one. Tang Junhao took the prize and said a few words and slipped away, while the real name Xiao Jingli's "floating drink" words were even less, he just stared at the camera coldly throughout the process. But even so, there are some fans who are not young girls are drenched by his eyes.

"Tsk, this guy is really pretending," Matsushi said, looking at the floating drink, and said uncomfortably, "Is his facial muscle necrosis or a mental problem? He was paralyzed from head to face."

Du Ziyuan laughed: "Why do you have such a big opinion on him? Where did he provoke you?"

"No," Songzi shook his head, "just every time I see this kind of guy, I think of those crazy female book fans who are crazy for him, and then I can't get a good impression."

"Then he was shot while lying down." Du Ziyuan silently sympathized with Floating Drink for 0.5 seconds.

...

They were talking here, and the Eight Young Masters on the other side were laughing colder and colder. Because Du Ziyuan's name has not appeared so far, it is very likely that Du Ziyuan is not shortlisted at all, he is just watching the excitement. To be able to beat Du Ziyuan in the gambling game, and still be crushed, this is undoubtedly a very cool thing.

He has already decided that once Du Ziyuan is not the next one on stage, he must be taunted severely when it is his turn. [But I can’t look like I’m small, I have to think of some polite words, oh no, I almost can’t help laughing, I can’t laugh, I can’t laugh, it’s not time yet. 】

As a result, the sixth author of "Drunken Life, Dream of Death" is really not Du Ziyuan, but a sleepwalking bird, that is, the old driver Shen Chenglong beside Liang Yuxing.

Du Ziyuan was not surprised by this. Isn't it normal for such an experienced old driver to write such a fascinating novel?

Songzi said, "Sure enough, it is him, he is not an author of serious books~www.readwn.com~ After she said, she saw Du Ziyuan's opinion. After the two looked at each other for a while, they suddenly said in unison: "But I like it. "

After Shen Chenglong went down, it was finally Ba Gongzi's turn to take the stage.

When Du Ziyuan saw that it was him, he vomited: "It turns out that this disgusting book was written by this sand pen."

He really wanted this guy to hurry down, so it was his turn early. However, Ba Gongzi is obviously a person who loves seeing eyes and treasures very much. After receiving the prizes Duanmu Xing gave him, he began to thank this and the other. Seven aunts and eight aunts were all thanked by him.

"This thin neck is endless." Songzi said impatiently. Du Ziyuan saw that she was holding a walnut in her hand, as if he wanted to smash it onto the stage.

Ba Gongzi, who was completely intoxicated by his own testimonials, did not realize the emotions of others. After he spoke a lot on his own, he suddenly changed the subject and looked at Du Ziyuan in the audience and said, "Maybe you don’t know. This time, the mountain wind teacher from Aolan Country once offered me a bet. He hoped that I would give up my merits and pray for the disaster-stricken Sea Breeze City of Aolan Country. I thought he was a guest from afar, so I agreed to him. Request."