Now that we are reborn, who still wants to be an honest person?

Chapter 12 Writer? I suspect you are cursing

The world takes copyright seriously.

relatively.

They are more accepting of paying for knowledge.

In the morning, Fang Zhou flipped through those magazines to see which ones were published by commercial publishers and what the writing styles and preferences of those magazines were. You can't fight a battle without preparation.

Actually, I want to be famous.

It’s faster to go through those official publishing houses.

But Ark came here to solve his stomach problem, so naturally he had to choose the one with more money.

It's youth literature.

And you have to like watching it at this age.

It's nothing more than stories about the ignorant emotions of youth.

The development of online literature in this world is like a barbaric period compared to when Ark traveled through time in the previous life, and is just in its infancy.

I want to write some youth stories.

Hold the handle in hand.

The kind that tortures people to the point of being miserable.

Just add a few gimmicks and heart-wrenching plots, and you can make a lot of boys and girls cry.

The manuscript fee is based on the number of words.

Fang Zhou plans to start each story at 20,000 words.

As long as the story has many twists and turns and hardships, and is long, it is called teaching, and the plot is tortuous and ups and downs.

No computer now.

The Ark can only list the details first.

A complete story emerged in my mind and the writing structure was established.

One, two...

When Fang Zhou was listing the fifth story outline, Tang Tang came.

As soon as they sat down, Tang Tang put a bottle of Coke on Fang Zhou's table and a bottle of purified water on her own table.

Then he said:

"I ate half a bowl of rice at noon."

"And I didn't eat anything high in calories, mainly broccoli and vegetable salad, but my mom insisted that I have a chicken drumstick."

"We'll be off after two classes in the afternoon."

"I also want to go to the gym to exercise..."

Like reporting work.

Fang Zhou put down his pen, looked at Tang Tang, and said with a smile:
"The college entrance exam is coming up soon, you just need to control your diet."

"Don't reduce your food intake too much all at once, or your body won't be able to handle it. Studying is tiring, and going to the gym is unnecessary."

"You want to lose weight, not get fit."

"Fitness consumes sugar, not fat. The more you exercise, the more you eat, and your body will not be able to handle it."

“If you really want to move around, just walk a few kilometers at night.”

“Don’t affect your health.”

"If you really want to get in shape, wait until after the college entrance exam."

"In fact, girls don't have to go to the gym to get in shape. Yoga and Pilates are good enough."

Fang Zhou placed one hand on the table and the other elbow on the table behind him, leaning slightly to one side. His voice was not loud but had a calm and steady tone that made his words more credible.

Tang Tang narrowed her eyes:
"You know so much, that's amazing!"

"By the way, this is the candy my mother insisted on giving me."

Tang Tang opened her small bag and looked at Fang Zhou with her big eyes blinking.

"Whoosh, whoosh..."

Fang Zhou was writing the outline of the last story when he heard sobbing coming from next door.

I turned around and saw Tang Tang wiping her nose with a tissue.

The eyes are also red.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Why did you write the ending of these two people like this?"

"It was just a misunderstanding between them. Why can't they resolve the misunderstanding and finally get together?"

Uh~~~~
Fang Zhou was also speechless.

After seeing the detailed outline she had placed next to it, Tang Tang took it and took a look at it curiously.

did not expect.

This girl is still such an emotional person.

Although it is only a detailed outline of about a thousand words, it has outlined the main plot and highlights of the story, just like the kind that takes you through the entire movie in five minutes.

But Fang Zhou didn't expect it.

I haven't even thought of a name for the character yet, but I can still make this guy cry.

A synopsis is a synopsis.

The article also needs to lay the groundwork and set the atmosphere.

Just like this, he could make this girl cry. Fang Zhou was happy, and everything was settled!

Seeing the little fat girl's nose and eyes were red, it seemed that she had suffered a great injustice. Fang Zhou joked:

"Do you know why the prince and princess in fairy tales finally lived happily ever after?"

Tang Tang's eyes flickered.

shook his head.

ark:

"The main reasons are: one is beautiful and the other is very rich."

"It's just a story."

"Why are you still being hypocritical? It's not that serious."

"Everyone naturally yearns for beautiful emotions, but reality is usually accompanied by regrets, which also make people grow. Only regrets are unforgettable."

"I'm here to make money, so I'll just write whatever's appealing. It looks like you're doing pretty well."

"It makes money, it's not shabby."

Tang Tang rolled her eyes at Fang Zhou.

Put all the papers back on Ark's table.

Although she wanted to read a few other stories, she was afraid that she would be unable to control herself and it would affect her mood.

But his eyes would occasionally drift to the piece of paper he had just read.

He seemed to be still a little angry.

After a while.

Tang Tang couldn't help but turn her head:
“This article is so well written.”

"I never thought there would be a writer next to me. It's amazing."

Fang Zhou felt a chill.

He quickly said:
“Don’t talk about writers.”

Every circle has its own chain of contempt.

Those who write online articles are at the bottom of the contempt chain for those who work in writing fields.

Although I made money from online writing in my previous life, I was still looked down upon and was too embarrassed to say that I did this when I went out.

Many of my colleagues are like this.

Stay at home every day.

Have a wife.

Others will think you are a gigolo.

If you don’t have a wife, then you are definitely a parasite, which makes Fang Zhou allergic to the word "writer".

Tang Tang was a little surprised by Fang Zhou's attitude of abandoning her but she didn't ask any more questions.

I thought of what my mother reminded me.

"Do you have time tonight?"

"I told my mom about your help at noon, and she said she wanted to invite you to my house for dinner."

Looking at the little fat girl with an innocent and expectant look on her face.

Fang Zhou could also guess it.

This meal was definitely not just a thank you.

However, Fang Zhou was frank and thought about his own arrangements before nodding and saying:
"Row."

"Tell me the address and I'll come over in the evening."

"But I need your help with something. Do you still have your freshman and sophomore books? If you do, bring them to me next week."

"Here I am."

Tang Tang's eyes turned into crescent moons when she smiled.

It seemed that Fang Zhou asking her for help was also something that made her happy.

The two classes went by very quickly.

When the teacher announced the end of get out of class.

There was a sudden cheer in the class and everyone rushed out of the classroom like trapped beasts out of a cage.

After all, many people in this class are just here to get by.

Hong Xiaolong came over:
"Lao Fang, what are you going to do this weekend?"

"My parents aren't home, and playing games at home isn't fun. How about we go to an internet cafe together?"

noon.

Hong Xiaolong already knew that Fang Zhou's parents were divorced.

Hong Xiaolong would know about this kind of thing sooner or later, so Fang Zhou mentioned it during the meal, but Hong Xiaolong didn't ask any further questions.

Come over now.

I want to take Fangzhou to the Internet cafe.

There is no hope for Hong Xiaolong's academic performance. The best outcome is to go to a regular college, or find a university that can be attended by paying money and get a diploma.

It's finally the weekend.

You definitely won’t learn.

Tang Tang, who was standing next to her, pricked up her ears and packed her things much slower.

(End of this chapter)