Acg Male Lead is My Trumpet

Their excessive interference with the author's means can indeed correct some of the author's mistakes to a certain extent.

"However, an author who has not experienced Internet trolls and violence in the book review area can be called a real author."

Bai Fan smiled.

Only when there is real pain can one truly discover the problems in one's own novels.

Although those authors who are pointed out by the editor and correct their mistakes can avoid being sprayed by readers to a certain extent, this will not let them know where they are wrong.

There is hardly a single author who has not been sprayed.

No matter how good your article is, it will definitely be sprayed.

What Bai Fan did was——

"Let the world feel the pain!"

The novels of the authors under him still need to be revised to a certain extent, and there are loopholes and shortcomings in them, and Bai Fan can almost see them all.

But the reason why he didn't point it out clearly is that he wanted them to feel the criticism and accusations from readers.

"In other words, the key to the question is whether these authors can bear these accusations, if they have a glass heart—"

Sakurai Misako understood.

Bai Fansan intends to let these flawed books be criticized by readers, so that these authors will pay more attention to sharpening their writing skills.

"In fact, three authors have quit."

Bai Fan touched his nose.

The reality is so skinny.

These books are all in the promotional position now, and they will naturally be seen by many readers. As the popularity increases, there will naturally be picky readers among them.

Leaving aside the group of keyboard warriors, some readers are indeed very reasonable.

And it was too miserable to be sprayed. Three glass-hearted authors have already announced that their mentality has collapsed.

"Pfft—isn't this a very bad thing? Why are you still able to say that, Mr. Bai, without changing your face?"

"If this goes on like this, what if all the authors of the books under your hands become like that?"

Sakurai Misako watched those few books gradually let go of her own operation, her face was speechless.

"No, as a writer, the more you are trolled, the more resistant you will be to trolls. I will also assist them in revising their novels."

In this cycle, the quality of the author will become higher and higher.

"Authors who haven't been sprayed may be able to write good novels, but authors who have been sprayed can definitely write better novels!"

"..." Misako Sakurai.

Why can this guy talk so much?

"This is Mr. Bai. His methods have always been so fresh and refined, but this is indeed the best way to cultivate authors. It is not like the editors who focus on a book, but he has to pass this level first. Okay, at least we can't let these authors' mentality explode."

On one side, Okano Yoshiko also sighed helplessly.

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Back home again.

Bai Fan knew that Yoshiko Okano was right.

After all, some new writers do not have his reinforced concrete heart.

However, it is not too difficult to appease the mentality of these authors.

Things that editors may not be able to do, but Bai Fan can easily do.

Because Bai Fan has another layer of identity - the author.

"It doesn't matter if your mentality explodes, Bai Fan is here to help you calm down."

"Chicken soup for the soul is needed at this time."

Bai Fan flipped through the chicken soup for the soul on Google, and at the same time sent emails to these authors.

"Yes yes yes, here is your big pigeon, Mr. Bai - if life betrays you, don't panic, don't be impatient -"

It is precisely because Bai Fan is the author, and he is also a leading author in the horror novel industry, that his words are useful.

Who wrote a book without being sprayed?Bai Fan naturally understood their current mood clearly.

"I have already served as your spiritual mentor, for my little money, you have to work hard."

In Bai Fan's eyes, these authors are no longer ordinary authors, but leeks waiting to be harvested.

As long as one more book is shortlisted in the knockout round, Bai Fan's income will increase accordingly.

However, the knockout rounds are calculated based on clicks and popularity.

So Bai Fan can't help them too much, even if Bai Fan recommends their novels on Twitter.

If you don't rely on yourself, the final ranking is meaningless.

In addition, in the final finals, many judges judged the essays together.

Even sending in a batch is meaningless.

"Wait a minute... has this guy revised his text again?"

Could this Kurosawa Chiaki be the Emperor of the Liver?

According to Bai Fan's suggestion, she has revised the novel no less than five times.

"This must be a man. It's impossible for ordinary girls to be so crazy."

Even though he said so, Bai Fan still read all the articles seriously.

"Sure enough, she is a talented author. When I was writing novels back then, why wasn't she as relaxed as she was? Has my personal style gradually mixed with mine? This writing style—tsk tsk tsk, what's going on with you, I'm obviously just Two hints."

liver.

The writing is good.

It is simply the natural material for writing novels.

"Continue to write in this style, and there is no problem in striving for gold rewards."

But the overall style is really too depressing.

Bai Fan groaned.

This is different from the novels he wrote, and it is entirely a problem of the author's own living environment.

"It's a pity that I'm not an envoy of justice."

In real life, Bai Fan couldn't help Chiaki Kurosawa.

(I talked with my mother-in-law for a while today, the eyes of the old man are not very good, and watching TV is just watching double images - if there is an old man in the family, if there is a treasure, it is good to be healthy~ Today's outbreak is delayed, but it will not change, it will still happen Write.)

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Ordinary class, ordinary to survive in the cracks.

I don't want to be bullied again.

"..." Kurosawa Chioi.

I don't know where the indoor shoes in the shoe cabinet have gone.

She pushed her glasses up.

Don't even think about it.

She took a deep breath and came to the side of the trash can.

Sure enough, his indoor shoes were roughly stuffed in the trash can.

Fortunately, the students did not come to the school at this time, and there were no drinks, leftover bread or other garbage in the trash can.

Some are just scraps of paper and waste paper.

A trace of helplessness and resentment flashed in Kurosawa Chikui's eyes hidden under her flat bangs.

Waterfall-like black hair, paired with flat bangs, has a gloomy and difficult feeling to get along with. In addition, she is usually taciturn and has no friends in class.

Putting it in the animation is simply a character who is born to be bullied.

And it is the same in reality.

No friends will stand up to speak for themselves, and they are relatively introverted and reticent. It is a strange thing for such a person not to be bullied in school.

In addition, her own grades are only in the middle of the class, not outstanding, and she does not have the privileges that some outstanding students can enjoy, and she does not receive the attention of the teacher.

"what--"

There was a soft sigh like a breeze from her throat, if you didn't listen carefully, you wouldn't be able to detect it at all.

The existence of the school building is like a small society, and the communication in the school is like the epitome of social communication.

She has no friends, so she can only continue to endure in silence.

Be patient, be patient, and be patient.

Ignoring the mocking laughter of others, Kurosawa Chiaki lowered her head and bit her lips tightly.

endure.

ignore ignore ignore ignore.

"Look, look, isn't that the one from the second grade?"

"Oh—it's her."

"Hahaha..."

The surrounding scenery was distorted, and strangely distorted pale faces hovered around him.

They let out bursts of harsh laughter.

"Ahhhh!!!"