Acg Male Lead is My Trumpet

The system let out a long sigh.

"Punishment? What kind of thing is useful for your white pigeon?"

Just as Bai Fan was about to retune the system girl, the phone rang.

"Good son?"

Bai Fan glanced at the phone.

It is estimated that it is to press the manuscript.

After all, there are still many cute little readers waiting for Mr. Bai's novel.

Bai Fan, who had already made up his mind, picked up the phone.

next moment--

"The number you dialed is empty——huh? Horror Novel Awards? I do what I do, I work so hard!"

(I went out to eat just now, well—it’s the last meal with my roommates this semester. Fortunately, I didn’t drink, because my sister doesn’t like alcohol, I don’t drink alcohol, tobacco, or betel nut! Good man, sister, let me know?)

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The content of the conversation between Yoshiko Okano and Bai Fan on the phone was not a "Horror Novel Competition" at all. In Yoshiko Okano's words, it should be an "MJ Wenshe Essay Competition".

It's just that Bai Fan is in charge of the selection of horror novels, so he subconsciously read it as a horror novel competition.

But no matter how you think about it, it is impossible for a large literary society to open a grand prize for only one classified novel.

Bai Fan doesn't have that much face yet.

Of course, as the author of the horror category of MJ Wenshe, Bai Fan is naturally responsible for the judges of the horror category.

Similar to other editors.

This also buffered to a certain extent that Bai Fan had nothing to do during this period of time.

And the selection of novels——

Selecting novels cannot be more tiring than writing novels.

Anyway, apart from him, Bai Fan, there will be two other editors in charge of selection.

He only needs to fish happily to get paid, why not do it?

"It really does exist. This kind of job can make money just by touching fish casually."

Bai Fan stretched his body and muttered happily.

"...Did you misunderstand something, Mr. Bai, this time MJ Wenshe officially hired you as a judge, instead of letting you just hang around as a fishing player and finish the job."

"Oh, woman."

Bai Fan laughed twice, and said confidently.

"Isn't the job of the judges just fishing? I'm doing my job to fish, and I'm taking money according to my job. There's nothing wrong with me!"

"...You bastard..." Okano Yoshiko had some headaches, but she still said slowly and seriously.

"Teacher Bai, although I know you are just talking casually, I still need to remind you."

"This time, the scale of the essay solicitation is very wide, the prize pool is also very rich, and there are publishing resources, publicity resources and other rich benefits, it can be called the largest essay contest of MJ Literature Society."

Okano Ryoko continued speaking without interruption.

"The most important thing is that among this group of new writers, some are readers who admire your works very much. They choose to write novels because of their love for you. So here, I also hope that you, Mr. Bai Fan, can Good attitude, at least for writers who are just getting into the field."

"That is to say, Wanqian fans heard that I will be present as a judge, so they also want to start writing novels?"

Bai Fan stared at Xianyu.

"That's impossible!"

He said in a serious tone.

"In this way, won't my personality be repeated? And there will be more and more competitors in the same industry, heh, now it seems that I have to smash their self-esteem, tear their souls, and make them feel infinite pain Just do it."

"...Does that mean that your comments will be very harsh?"

Okano Yoshiko barely translated Bai Fan's words into a level that ordinary people could understand.

"Hmph, that's not the way to say it."

Bai Fan took a deep breath and said slowly with an indescribable complex emotion.

"Writing a novel—a dead end."

"puff!"

"What's wrong? Editor-in-Chief Ryoko?"

An editor in charge on one side looked curiously at Yoshiko Okano's desk.

The tea was sprayed all over the place.

Could it be that the editor-in-chief was watching some funny dramas while working?

But it is impossible for him to report to the editor-in-chief.

After all, the official rank crushes people to death.

"It's all right."

Okano Ryoko wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, and forced her eyes to slant away.

Writing novels is a dead end.

This kind of thing can only be said by this guy who is writing a novel and fishing at the same time.

This is a real no-nonsense.

"Anyway, you've already finished this job, right? Teacher Bai Fan?"

"Well, I'm always ready!"

Bai Fan said casually.

It's impossible for Yoshiko Okano to have a novel ready for herself to read right now, right?

"Okay, then I will send you the first batch of solicitation works first, can you help me take a look at it now?"

"Uh..."

"I know you will definitely think that I haven't prepared a novel for you to read, so I didn't say it until now, but since you have said that, naturally you won't go back on your word, right?"

"Sorry! You can never predict a pigeon's mind."

Bai Fan announced loudly.

"I dove!"

"..."

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In the end, it was still divided into nearly one hundred novel files.

According to what Okano Yoshiko said, this is only a part of the amount. Considering that Bai Fan is not an editor, the amount of novels assigned to him is also the least.

"Ah... I'm going to die."

Bai Fan wiped his eyes looking at the blurred text.

"I'm blind?"

"What's wrong—really, don't say something unlucky, Mr. Bai."

Makise Kurisi, who was holding a coffee cup, sat beside Bai Fan, frowning slightly.

"Is this what you've been working on recently?"

"more or less."

Bai Fan rubbed his temples, took the coffee from Makise Kurisu's hand, and took a sip.

At present, it is only an audition, some authors are preliminarily selected, and the news of the finalists will be sent over.

only--

"Sawamura Cabbage Soup...What did the sand sculpture netizens write? Not to mention anything else, there are still many grammatical mistakes, right? There are some inexplicable stalks inserted in the middle, hiss...Kamen Rider Although I also I like to read it, but is it wrong for you to use the stalk of Kamen Rider in the novel! Classmate!"

Bai Fan silently closed one of the documents, with a full face.

The male protagonist 'transforms' and 'transforms' at every turn. It doesn't look like he has a second illness, but a mental patient.

Not to mention that the subject of this novel should be a horror novel, what the hell is the male protagonist who keeps clamoring to 'transform' and kill all the demons?

"It is recommended to go back to the furnace and rebuild it. Also, you can consider going to a mental hospital to check your mental state. Your mental state is somewhat abnormal (the above are all jokes, but the content of the novel has yet to be determined)."

Bai Fan replied straightforwardly, and casually clicked on the content of the next novel.

He still doesn't know that his road to reviewing manuscripts from hell has just begun.

""Paper in the Wind"? Hiss...the title...why does it sound like Mary Suwen? By the way, you guys are writing horror novels! Horror novels, dear!"

Bai Fan's eyebrows trembled.

But this is more or less respect for the author, he clicked in.

(Code, go to dinner after coding, about the live room number - I remember I said it, it is this: 5567437, and then I will go back to my hometown the day after tomorrow, I have to prepare two updates in advance.)

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"Okay, if the domineering president falls in love with you - if you don't love me, I will die, if I don't love you, you will die, if everyone doesn't love you, then everyone will die together - is there such a novel in this world? "

"Where is the title of "Paper in the Wind"? What is the meaning of this title? Hey! What's the meaning!?"

"...Maybe I subconsciously wrote the pen name as the title of the book...Look at the author's pen name...it's also Paper in the Wind..."

"Just a mouthful."