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Chapter 695 Recognition
"This is a detoxification class. The teacher is explaining to the students how to avoid the various poisonous spots in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. We have all learned it when we were studying in school. The most important thing to write a novel is to avoid the poisonous spot, so that the readers cannot be overwhelmed." The breath is poisonous, and then they all ran away."

"Once there are too many poisonous spots in the novel, the novel will undoubtedly die, so how to avoid all kinds of poisonous spots in the Three Kingdoms is a very important part of signing the contract!" This person introduced, and Liu Xu couldn't bear to hear it. Nod your head.

Indeed, in his previous life, he had read fan fiction about the Three Kingdoms, and he would never read a novel about someone who traveled through time and became Sun Quan or Sima Yi. He wanted to kick them to death, and he didn't want to see them unify the Three Kingdoms.

"Let's visit here again!" He took Liu Xu to the door of another classroom, and saw the teacher talking on the stage, "Many students don't understand one question, that is, what is the difference between the governor and the state priest? Because it seems that there are both the governor of Yuzhou and the governor of Yuzhou, which seem to be the same official position."

"Here we want the novel General History of the Three Kingdoms. In the article Eastern Han Dynasty-Official System, it explains in detail the official system of the Eastern Han Dynasty, as well as the difference between governors and prefects..."

"This is a course specially designed to teach the composition of the Chinese worldview!" The salesman explained, "The most important thing in writing Three Kingdoms novels is to basically conform to the various settings of the Three Kingdoms, and you can't write something by yourself."

"You have to know that the most unacceptable thing for readers in any fan fiction is to change the settings of the original novel. Even if you just don't understand some detailed settings and write them wrong, you will be criticized by readers, so For a qualified fan, the author must firmly grasp the various designs without making mistakes, which is very important!"

After finishing speaking, he took Liu Xu to the next class, only to find that there was actually a huge sand table in the center of the class. There were actually two armies fighting on the sand table. The changes in the army, the students watched with gusto around the sand table.

"This is a military theory class, teaching you how to write about war!" The salesman continued, "The most important thing in these Three Kingdoms novels is war. It is a war between mortals. It is something that no one has written in the past 300 years, so It’s very engaging and readers enjoy reading it.”

"But it is precisely because no one has written it, so we fan authors often make some mistakes in this regard, such as thinking that war is two groups of people fighting each other with weapons, and then whoever kills the other wins."

"But if you write like this, you are completely wrong, because in war, people will have fear. Generally speaking, when the casualty rate reaches about 10%, the entire army will collapse."

"And the most effective way to defeat the opponent's army is not to take advantage of the opponent directly, but to cut off the army's food. Once the army has no food to eat, it will directly collapse!"

Listening to the salesman's continuous explanation, Liu Xu was surprised to find that this training class was exceptionally professional, not the kind of grass-roots team he imagined. He really regarded the Romance of the Three Kingdoms as a subject and broke it into pieces. Knead it finely and stuff it to the students, let them write fanfiction.

Just as Liu Xu was thinking about these things, he found that he had unknowingly walked to the door of another classroom. However, there was no teacher in this classroom, but a group of people worshiping a statue.

There is nothing strange about this in itself, but the problem is that this statue is none other than Liu Xu himself.There are at least a hundred people in this classroom who are constantly kowtowing to the statue of Liu Xu.

"What are they doing?" Liu Xu asked dumbfounded.

"They are all praying for the smooth signing of the new book!" The salesman quickly explained, "The students here are all students who have published new books and are constantly accumulating readers, waiting to get the letter of the gods. Pray for the holy title of Yuanshi, and pray that you can sign the contract smoothly!"

"You don't believe me if you tell me, all the students who can successfully sign the contract have all worshiped the holy title of Yuanshi, and it has come true!" The salesman said enthusiastically, and Liu Xu was a little numb all over.

"Student, don't hesitate, join us, join the ranks of fanfiction authors, a bright future is waiting for us!" Just as the other party was about to make a final decision and completely pull Liu Xu in, suddenly a voice came from the whole floor. There was a sound of shaking seats and benches, and at the same time, some people could be heard shouting angrily, "It's unreasonable!"

Then the whole floor was full of loud noises, and at the same time, there were constant people yelling angrily, as if something extremely bad happened just now.

"What's the situation?" Liu Xu asked in a daze, while the salesman hurriedly looked at his mobile phone, and then hesitated and refused to speak out.

Fortunately, there were many angry people nearby. Liu Xu simply grabbed an angry student next to him and asked. The student immediately found someone to talk to and said angrily, "We were fooled by the Great Writers Association again. This time the Great Writers Association is still... They refuse to give us the status of official members. Until now, thousands of our authors have refused to even give us a membership status. They look down on us at all!"

"Member status? I remember that after signing a contract, all authors will automatically be able to obtain the status of members of the Master Writers Association. How could such a thing happen?" Liu Xu asked suspiciously.

"That's right. This principle has been the same throughout the ages, but it's different when it comes to us. In the beginning, as long as you can sign a contract smoothly, you will be given an identity."

"However, since about a month ago, the Great Writers Association has refused to give us a status, and has been suppressing us. Up to now, thousands of fan authors have no membership status."

"And if we don't get the membership status of the Great Writers Association, we won't be able to get help from various resources in the Great Writers Association, and we won't even be able to complete the tasks of the Great Writers Association. Still the same as ordinary people, nothing has changed."

"Later we heard that the reason why our identities were suppressed was because the major writers' associations looked down on us at all, thinking that our fan authors were not popular garbage and robbed the readers of their original authors, so they wanted to restrict us, Do not give us membership."

"There is such a thing!" Liu Xu was also shocked, but he has been busy with the Eternal Reflection Field on the 22nd for the past month, so he has no time to care about his own fan authors. Unexpectedly, they are even connected now I can't even get an identity.

"Why? We are all contracted authors, and what we write is legal fan fiction. Why don't we even have a chance to be recognized?" The author was almost crying, and the atmosphere of the entire scene gradually turned depressing. Many angry people can't restrain their emotions at this time.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Liu Xu took a deep breath. Countless thoughts passed through his mind, then he patted the shoulder of the author in front of him, and said lightly, "Don't worry, isn't it just an identity? If the Great Writers Association doesn't give it to you, I will For you guys!"

"What?" The author was taken aback for a moment, and then saw the appearance of the ordinary man in front of him, whose appearance changed in an instant, and turned into an extremely familiar face that he was still praying to just now.

"You are..." This man covered his mouth, and then in the depths of his cultural and creative space, he heard a soft and loving voice saying, "Don't cry and be sad, my fellows, the Writers Association will not give I'll give you what's yours!"

The voice said that the author's scalp was numb, and looking around, it seemed that all the authors in the classroom heard the voice that made their scalp numb at this moment.

(End of this chapter)