Crossing all worlds: divine power automatically full level

Does Ding Ling read the love letters they wrote at home every day?

If I saw what she wrote, would I like her and write her back?

Many little girls spent a period of time in anxiety and hope.

Although I was a little disappointed that I didn't receive a reply in the end, I was not too disappointed. After all, there were so many people who wrote love letters to Ding Ling. It would be normal for Ding Ling not to reply. If he replied, I would feel flattered and like I was dreaming!

Yes.

Ding Ling has this kind of charm now.

Especially with his five novels published in quick succession in just two and a half months.

It even triggered a star-chasing craze throughout the school.

There are countless people who asked Ding Ling for his autograph.

Often, during the ten-minute break between classes, someone would openly run to Class 2, Grade 3, hand Ding Ling a novel, and ask for her to sign it.

After Ding Ling signed for the first person.

This grand occasion has never stopped.

Yuan Hua was so numbed by the sight that he drooled with jealousy and envy:

"When will I be so glorious?"

Writing novels is very profitable.

Ding Ling made millions in just over two months.

Millions, millions, how many houses and cars can you buy with that?

Yuan Hua's eyes turned red.

He felt that he had good literary talent, so he secretly wrote the beginning of a novel and submitted it to Mengya.

The first time I wrote, I didn’t get a reply.

Yuan Hua couldn't believe it and thought that Mengya's editor was an idiot and had no vision.

His talent is obviously not inferior to Ding Ling, so why didn’t anyone like what he wrote?

Mediocrity misled me! ! '

Yuan Hua decisively wrote a new opening and submitted it again, and then submitted the openings of the two novels to other magazines.

He decided to cast a wide net.

He still doesn't believe it.

What Ding Ling can do, he can't do?

But the result was not easy. Except for a very small magazine that replied to his letter, other magazines ignored him.

He felt bitter and unwilling to accept it, but the facts were before him, so he decided to go all in, signed a contract with a small magazine, and started writing.

I stay up late every night writing furiously.

He went to class with dark circles under his eyes during the day, and in just one month, his grades dropped by more than ten places.

Teacher Wang talked to him and said something earnest:

"Yuan Hua, what's wrong with you recently? You always lack energy in class. Many teachers have told me that you often yawn and lose focus in class. If you continue like this, your grades will drop, and it will be difficult for you to get into a top university. You are a good candidate that I focus on training, so you must not degenerate."

Yuan Hua felt bitter and wanted to say, "Teacher Wang, I am not depraved. I am writing a novel. And it has been serialized in a magazine. It's just that the sales are not good, so you can't see it."

Speaking of this, Yuan Hua felt unlucky.

Ding Ling's novels sold well when they were serialized in their early days, and they were later compiled into books, which sold hundreds of millions of copies. He thought it was amazing at the time, but he had no idea how amazing it was.

It was not until the works he wrote sold only a few hundred copies that he felt disappointed and realized the gap between him and Ding Ling.

According to what the editor told him: If he doesn't write seriously, the sales may drop. If he really compiles it into a book and publishes it for him? The magazine may even lose money. So publishing it? It is highly unlikely!

After all, according to the editor, the sales of several hundred copies may be the result of the efforts of other colleagues in the magazine and have little to do with him. After all, the novels he wrote received the least feedback from readers, and even if there was any feedback, most of them were complaints.

The facts are here.

How could Yuan Hua have the nerve to say that?

What he was most thankful for now was that he used a pen name when writing his novel. If his classmates found out that he had written a novel with rubbish sales and a bad plot, which was completely different from Ding Ling's, wouldn't he be laughed at? Just thinking about it made him scared.

"Tell the teacher what's going on. I'll see if I can help you."

Teacher Wang spoke in a sincere tone and earnestly.

Yuan Hua hesitated for a while, but he still said it. But he didn't say that the sales of the novels he published were rubbish.

Teacher Wang was surprised, "So our class is going to have two great writers."

He almost roared to the sky.

Yuan Hua blushed. When he saw Teacher Wang getting up to leave to spread the word, he panicked and quickly grabbed Teacher Wang and whispered:

"Teacher Wang, my novel seems to be not well written, and the editor is about to cut it."

Teacher Wang stopped laughing and frowned, "No?"

'Um. ’

Yuan Hua lowered his head and whispered, "He said there is no hope of publishing."

Teacher Wang sighed, sat down again, looked Yuan Hua up and down, and admonished him earnestly:

"You can't be so envious that you act crazily just because you see Ding Ling making a lot of money and becoming famous by writing novels. You envy the teacher for understanding you, and if you act, the teacher will appreciate it. But right now, your most important task should be to take the college entrance examination well. Now writing novels has affected your studies. Shouldn't you reflect on this?"

"But you are a teacher."

Yuan Hua couldn't help but say, "How come Ding Ling could write five books in two and a half months, and his academic performance is so good, with no sign of regression. It's incredible. Does he have any method? Can I ask the teacher for help? It would be best if Ding Ling could make a public statement. I want to learn from him."

He really couldn't bear it.

Study during the day.

Do homework at night.

I also have to stay up late to write novels.

Even the strongest man can’t handle it.

I am now in my third year of high school. I have a lot of work to do, and I have to write five novels in just two and a half months.

Yuan Hua felt that Ding Ling was really not a human being!!!

Is this something humans can do?

He spent a month, and he didn't even finish writing half of the book, let alone two!!

I was exhausted and my studies went backwards.

It’s completely different from Ding Ling’s situation.

Originally, I thought that what Ding Ling could do, Yuan Hua could do too. But the fact proved that Ding Ling was Ding Ling, he was him, and he really couldn't do it! !

It's really depressing.

"Well, I'll think about it."

Teacher Wang was actually very curious as well. Now that Yuan Hua had brought this up, he decided to go and ask. He would say that he was asking on behalf of Yuan Hua and remove himself from the matter. If Ding Ling cared about their friendship, he would naturally tell her. If he didn't want to tell her, that was fine. Anyway, Teacher Wang would definitely not force Ding Ling.

Ding Ling is his greatest pride in his teaching career.

He couldn't let this 'pride' slip away from his grasp, he had to hold it tightly.

"Thank you, Teacher Wang."

Yuan Hua was very grateful, "It would be better to let Ding Ling talk more about his experience. Teacher Wang, think about it, if we learn Ding Ling's method, you will have a few more great writers under you, you will also be proud of it, right? Moreover, I think Ding Ling's method, if it is really feasible, Teacher Wang, you are so good, you can also try writing, maybe you can become a great writer. "

Teacher Wang's heart was pounding when he heard this.

My family knows their own affairs.

He does have good literary talent, otherwise how could he become the Chinese teacher of a senior high school class.

But when it comes to writing, he is really average. Because he can't grasp the rhythm and context of the novel, he is prone to writing a new chapter, and he can't grasp the market rules. The novels he writes are too full of nonsense, and describing the scenery consumes a lot of words. Who reads novels to see the scenery? But this is his writing habit, which is really fatal. Now that Yuan Hua said this, he felt that it was necessary to ask Ding Ling for advice.

As long as he can make money and publish novels, it doesn’t matter if he becomes Ding Ling’s apprentice.

Make money?

Not shabby!

Think about how Ding Ling earned millions in just a few months.

Teacher Wang is also jealous.

……

The next day.

Teacher Wang found Ding Ling and explained the situation.

Ding Ling said it was no problem.

Teacher Wang was overjoyed and immediately asked for advice seriously.

But after Ding Ling talked for a long time, Teacher Wang looked confused and asked, "Are you serious?"

'What else? '

'All right. ’

Teacher Wang sighed, "It is true that extraordinary people can do extraordinary things. Your method is something that ordinary people like us cannot learn."

'Let's go. '

He took Ding Ling to the classroom and said, "Tell me your method, so that Yuan Hua and the others will give up. Otherwise, they will be distracted by random thoughts all day long."

Ding Ling nodded.

Arrived at the classroom.

Teacher Wang clapped his hands and said, "Okay, everyone be quiet. Yesterday, a classmate came to me and said he wanted to know how Ding Ling managed to balance studying and writing novels. Let's listen to Ding Ling's method. Everyone applauded."

Rumble!

The applause was thunderous.

Ma Dongmei cheered loudly and thought that Ding Ling was a very awesome student.

Charlotte pouted, envious of Ding Ling's success in school. Seeing that Ma Dongmei had become a die-hard fan of Ding Ling, Charlotte couldn't help but said, "Ma Dongmei, don't let other students lead you astray. What's the point of being handsome and able to write novels? A man who can take care of others is a real good man."

Ma Dongmei glanced at Xia Luo with disdain, "You said it as if you can take care of people. You are a parasite, lying in bed after dinner. You still have the nerve to talk about Ding Ling, who gave you such a big face?"

Xia Luo was annoyed by the retort and was about to say something back, but Ma Dongmei glared at him and said, "Shut up and listen to Ding Ling!"

Charlotte held her breath back into her stomach and almost got internal injuries.

He hummed softly and looked towards the stage.

Ding Ling on the podium was handsome and outstanding, just like a god descending to earth, with a layer of light covering his whole body. Teacher Wang standing next to Ding Ling looked like a clown.

Charlotte couldn't help laughing.

Compared to Teacher Wang, he undoubtedly admired Ding Ling more. If he had to choose between the two, he would definitely choose Ding Ling.

So he was very happy to see Teacher Wang make a fool of himself.

"I actually have a gift called photographic memory."

Ding Ling on the stage is speaking:

'No matter what book it is, I can recite it by heart after reading it once. So learning is very simple for me. I just need to read more books. For example, after reading some extracurricular books, I can remember the questions and do not need to do them again. My classmates need to do them, solve them, and memorize various formulas and knowledge points, which takes a lot of time, but I don't have this problem.

So I have plenty of free time to develop other hobbies.

I have many hobbies, and with my natural talents, I can quickly improve on them.

It's like writing.

If I read more books, I will be able to understand them thoroughly, and my writing ideas will flow freely and I can finish the writing in one go.

Often within a few hours, I can write tens of thousands of words. Of course, I typed them out on a computer keyboard...'

Ding Ling talked freely.

The students in the audience were all stunned.

Yuan Hua: Who am I and where am I?

Charlotte: This guy is really not a human being!

Zhang Yang: As expected, the gap between people is sometimes even bigger than that between people and pigs. We have no choice but to hold on to Ding Ling's thighs! !

Mengte: Is this the charm of a handsome guy? Love it!

Qiuya: So strong. No wonder he is so talented, he is gifted. You can't learn it, it's totally impossible to learn it. But it's no problem to be friends with him, but I don't know if he will accept a friend like me? How can I be friends with him? Take the initiative to say it? Will it seem unreserved? But if I don't take the initiative, this guy has never taken the initiative to talk to me since he entered school, how can I not take the initiative? But how can I take the initiative to appear ladylike and quiet?

Qiu Ya fell into deep thought, her beautiful eyes staring at Ding Ling without blinking, full of admiration.

Seeing this, Yuan Hua felt even more bitter and depressed. He felt as if he was living under Ding Ling's shadow, and he was afraid that he would never be able to turn things around in his life! !

The other students all looked at Ding Ling with shining eyes: "This is a real strong man, God really feeds him!"

Who would have thought that Ding Ling had the gift of photographic memory?

Although some people have doubts, no one really questions it.

After all, Ding Ling has several monthly exams.

They are all first in the school.

And it is the first fault.

The grades are so good that it’s scary.

I still have enough energy to write novels.

The facts and results are there. They were confused and puzzled before, but now they are relieved. Others have the gift of photographic memory and amazing comprehension. How can they be compared?

They are totally not on the same level. Comparing with Ding Ling? Isn't this asking for trouble?

"Okay. Thank you Ding Ling for your speech."

After Ding Ling finished speaking, Teacher Wang smiled and said, "Now you understand why Ding Ling is so outstanding, right? In addition to his own extraordinary talent, his extreme self-discipline and self-awareness are also very important. He is talented, and he doesn't mess around after school every day. He doesn't go out to play, but reads books, writes novels, and learns other skills.

As far as I know, Ding Ling has many skills and knows a lot. For example, he knows how to play basketball, cook, ride horses, program, race cars, etc. What about you? If you can't even read well, don't even think about learning from Ding Ling and writing novels.

Study hard and get into a good university. This will be a honor to your parents, your teachers, and you...'

Teacher Wang talked incessantly.

He praised Ding Ling to the utmost.

[Qiuya Favorability +0.1]

[Qiuya Favorability +0.1]

……

Qiuya's favorability also increased.

Teacher Wang praises Ding Ling every day, and Qiuya has become immune to it. Her favorability towards him has not increased recently.

But today is clearly different.

Ding Ling's talents and other skills were revealed.

This made Qiuya's admiration for Ding Ling rise to a higher level, and her favorability towards him also increased.

Arrive now.

Qiuya's favorability towards Ding Ling has reached 90 points.

To this point.

It's already the level of secret love.

In other words.

Ding Ling was in charge of showing off his talents at school, and he managed to convince the school beauty Qiu Ya, who began to have a crush on him. (End of this chapter)