At 3 a.m., the landmines in front of the station

Xiao Xiao was already very familiar with the process and even knew about the hidden cheat code on Su Che.

Su Che glanced at her, then quickly looked away, saying, "Even if you want some, I won't give it to you."

"!eccentric."

My little plan to be sarcastic failed, so I could only puff out my cheeks and pretend that I didn't care about tea at all and had no need for an exciting nightlife.

However, the thigh under her skirt that suddenly draped over someone's leg revealed her burning desire.

"Start writing first; doing it this way will make me write 5000 fewer words."

Su Che turned his head and said.

"Hmph, fine, fine, I'll just leave it there and won't bother you anymore, really." A little bit of extreme tug-of-war.

"..."

Although Su Che wanted to say that no one could write a decent outline smoothly while having physical contact with a girl, he stopped himself after thinking about it.

Even if you tell them, they might not listen. It's better to challenge yourself to create amidst distractions; it will be useful sooner or later.

He began to plan.

This concerns the direction of the new book.

The first thing to do is to come up with a topic.

Su Che used to be good at three genres: fantasy, urban, and magical.

Xianxia is about cultivating immortality in fantasy, urban life is about everyday romance, and fantasy is about expeditions to other worlds.

Because no matter what genre he wrote, it always had a strong light novel feel to it, he eventually stopped acting and switched to the light novel section.

"All genres will be converted to light novels."

Later, because his part-time job took up too much of his time, he was unable to increase his daily word count limit for a long time, so his performance remained mediocre, and he also developed a partial illness and was not in good health.

Now that he's returning to his old ways, he needs to plan carefully and devise a path that can truly defeat his father without wasting his time and energy.

Before that, I need to understand what kind of subject matter my father writes about.

Ok.

Su Che pondered, "If I use a subject I'm good at to write about winning against him, it might only prove that I'm better than him in terms of economic benefits, which wouldn't be a great victory."

To achieve a "major victory," one must write on the same subject matter as him, defeating him in the same field and on the same theme; only then will it be convincing.

Su Che always sets limits for himself and can become stubborn and prone to getting stuck on minor details.

His previous defeat in the band competition further reinforced this personality trait, and he naturally regarded writing a book as "the last path he could try," going all in without considering the consequences.

After all, in his eyes, if he failed in writing the book, it would be equivalent to his life being completely ruined, his character training ruined, and he would be forever suppressed by his father under the Five Finger Mountain, unable to overcome his inner demons, and his life would be miserable.

That was a burden he could not bear.

"Little."

Thinking of this, he suddenly asked, "If someone like my father were young and liked writing as much as I do, what style of books would he write?"

When you encounter a problem, ask an observer first.

Xiao Xiao had been waiting for him to talk to her. When he asked her a question, she immediately opened her eyes wide and her mind started racing.

"Let me think about it."

"If it's Master Lu... First of all, he certainly wouldn't have written historical or military articles when he was young, the kind of articles that older, more experienced people would write, right?"

"Ah."

"And then, you can't see any fantasy or martial arts vibe in him. I think he's too modern. Even though he's in his forties or fifties, he's still a trendy guy, a handsome uncle, with outstanding temperament. He's from a completely different world from the old men walking their birds in the park... Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have praised him."

Xiao Xiao immediately retracted her previous words and changed the subject:

"If you ask me, he probably writes urban novels."

"city?"

"Ok!"

Xiao was absolutely certain, and even gave a more precise answer—

"Great authors often prioritize writing about the themes they are good at. If I were Master Lu, I would specialize in writing music-themed urban novels!"

This is a blue ocean market, and those who don't understand it simply can't write about it. The only drawback is that words don't quite capture the scene of a musical performance. In terms of imagery and immersive experience, it falls short compared to a real album or anime/film.

But I think it's not that you can't try! And the more professional someone is, the easier it is to create something truly unique! What do you think?

"hiss."

Upon hearing this, Su Che immediately felt that there seemed to be some basis for it.

If my dad were to write about music, even if it's a niche subject, he should still be able to produce something substantial.

Even if we take a step back, this scope can be narrowed down to the realm of urban fiction.

"very good."

Su Che immediately adopted Xiao Xiao's suggestion and thought that he should also approach the topic from the urban perspective and come up with a theme that might be able to defeat his father.

It's decided.

Let's start in the city.

If one book isn't enough, then write two, three, ten million words, or even ten years.

[After all, it's different from music. My dad is still doing music; he hasn't given it up. But as for writing books, Miya and Lingyao have confirmed for me that my dad isn't doing it at all. So even if he's a legendary sword, after so many years, it's probably mostly worn out. What do I have to fear from an opponent like that?]

Suddenly, a new sense of confidence welled up from the bottom of my heart, flowing into my limbs and making me feel warm all over.

Su Che decided to act on his idea.

Why not write a new urban novel with the story of "a disillusioned young man who is deceived in a small world woven by a powerful force, and finally breaks through all difficulties to pierce the sky"?

Of course, if that doesn't work...

"Then let's write local cheesy stories. Only I'm good at that."

……

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Chapter 304 Ah Che! I'll help you blow air in it tonight!

Su Che began a new phase of busyness.

At the same time, tasks were assigned to Miya and Lingyao.

The idea is to have the two daughters keep a close eye on their father in the studio, ideally "stealing" his writing-related materials to bring home and provide strategic assistance.

Miya is rather timid, while Lingyao is more principled.

The two women pondered for a moment, thinking that since they had already stolen the zither, stealing a few more core secrets shouldn't be a big deal. At worst, they could just stick out their necks and wait to be stabbed. Their master was all bark and no bite; he would never actually dare to chop up his daughter-in-law.

So, these two female disciples, driven by evil intentions, actually set their sights on Master Lu's "safe"!

The safe was sometimes unlocked, and Ling Yao had peeked at its contents. It was full of thick notebooks, made of paper, that looked like documents or something similar.

This kind of thing is very likely to be linked to the direction of "creation", and it is well-deserved to be the first target to be explored.

If there's something Su Che wants inside, then Miya can make amends, and Ling Yao can get a big reward. Neither of the two women will lose out.

However, as if the room had eyes, in the past few days, Master Lu suddenly started locking the cabinets without missing a single one, as if he had long ago seen through the girls' mischievous thoughts.

Now, carrying out the secret operation is no longer feasible.

Miya tried to act rashly while Lu Shi left the studio in the middle of the night, but Ling Yao believed that there were surveillance cameras in the house and they should not alert him. They should wait for the right opportunity to enter.

From then on, the two sisters were like wicked cats pacing around the cave, always keeping an eye on the treasures that might be hidden inside.

Time passed day by day.

It has been more than a month since the Mosse tournament ended.

During this period, Su Che secluded himself at home, racking his brains to come up with several good topics, and embellished his ideas to make them into full-fledged beginnings, making "thorough preparations".

He contacted his former editor, shared his thoughts and ideas, and asked if there was any hope for a major breakthrough.

After seeing the comment, the editor remained silent.

He asked tactfully, "How long has it been since you last wrote a book?"

"..."

Su Che felt as if he had been struck by a heavy blow, his brows furrowed, and he vaguely knew what this meant.

"To be honest, don't be angry, but it looks like you haven't had any specialized training in a very long time. Your thinking is almost completely out of touch with the market. You have ideas, but that might not be enough to support you in achieving the results you want. Based on what I know of you, you're not just thinking about making a living; you're thinking about 'proving your way,' or at least proving yourself, right?"

The editor was already very familiar with him, and he understood Su Che's feelings in just a few words.

Just as Su Che was about to reply, the other party suddenly sent him a link—

"Here's what I'll recommend: a good book for you to study. The subject matter is similar to what you're thinking about. It's a work written by a top author on our website who used to use a secondary account. I'll send it to you; you can study it and maybe you'll gain something from it. Then, if your thinking changes, you can rewrite a few beginnings, which might be even better."

The editor kindly offered help and immediately ended the chat.

Su Che looked closely.

The book that was sent to me is titled "Sick Love," and the author's pen name is "Qingkong."

He was slightly startled.

My gaze unconsciously swept downwards, and I saw row after row of achievements this book had obtained on the honor list, the badges shining brightly. I didn't even need to look closely to know that it was the kind of existence that I had to look up to.

"Hiss... a million favorites...?"

"And it's on the same track as mine, and it's already finished, no wonder the editor recommended it."

"I need to hurry up and study it carefully."

Su Che felt a slight chill.

Although he didn't know why he had a familiar feeling about it, he felt he had to open the book and read it to get more clues.

soon.

He became so engrossed in the intense, chaotic scene depicted in the book, where even the Great Dao was obliterated, that he read day and night, finishing a million words in one sitting.