I will never give in to Miss Death

I don’t know how old I am, but my height is definitely no more than 12 years old. Maybe I’m even younger according to the current height standards for children.

As we all know, children aged 11 or 12, especially girls, are about meters tall if they are shorter, and or meters tall if they grow fast. Some "big Lolita" in the north may be as tall as meters.

Compared with the previous two generations, children born after 10 have almost no worries about food. They have adequate nutrition, or even a little overnutrition. They have meat, eggs and milk every day. Some children have an egg in the morning, an egg at noon, a bottle of milk in the morning, and a cup of yogurt or colostrum before going to bed at night. Girls develop earlier than boys, and it is common for them to start growing rapidly at the age of 12.

I'm 139cm tall now, so is it okay to just say I'm 12 years old?

"12 years old? Can you write a book at 12 now?"

The uncle in front of me didn't pay any attention to my "huh?" and asked another more critical question: "Why can you sign a contract with the website?"

I blurted out: "Use my brother's ID card."

Well, actually, the brother is me too, but now the head of that body has flown off.

"At that time, it was still the traditional paper contract signing model. They sent the contract to my brother, and he signed it and sent it back. I was the one writing the novel."

"You wrote the novel?!"

The uncle's eyes widened. "You mean... you are 12 years old now, and your novel was created 4 years ago. At that time, you were... 8 years old? You started writing novels at the age of 8? And you signed a contract?"

"About this... let me make a statement."

At this time, "Divine Pet Pipi" raised his hand and said: "Nowadays, many children do have rich imaginations. There is a little girl next door who uses her mother's mobile phone to watch short videos and read novels when she has nothing to do. She also tried to write novels when she was seven or eight years old. Most of them are copied novel fragments, stitched together in a mess."

"Uncle Tieji, you are also an online writer, so you should know how low the threshold is in this industry. Generally, if you have a good command of word choice and sentence structure, you can write a novel. Or to put it simply... if you can write a good leave request in elementary school, you can write a novel. If you also understand some of the current popular memes and the exciting parts of novels, and your sentences are fluent, signing a contract is really not a problem."

"Is it true?"

The uncle turned around and said: "No matter how you look at it, signing a contract at the age of 8 is too exaggerated, right?"

"What if someone else has her brother to help check?"

Pipi pointed in my direction with her eyes: "An 8-year-old child must live with a relative, either her brother or her father. After she finishes writing, she asks her brother and father to check for typos and grammatical errors. After one or two years of training, she can create independently when she has experience."

As he was talking, Pipi revealed an "I see" expression: "Yes, Uncle has written 300 million words in four years, an average of more than words a day, one chapter a day. I never thought about it in this way before, but now it seems... it is really not easy for a child to write a chapter a day."

"No, no, no, I still don't believe it. How could something like this that only appears in novels happen to us? I need to confirm it again."

"Marisa's Iron Butt" stretched out a hand to Pipi, making a "don't interrupt" gesture: "Ahem, well, uncle, oh no, Noer, right? If this is really a prank by your brother or father, and they sent you to trick us, they must have already coordinated your statement. I won't get anything out of you if I ask you about the novel and rights protection. So, I'll just ask you about your daily life with 'Uncle Loves Lolita'."

I put my hands behind my back and acted like a good kid: "Okay."

"Let's start with a simple one. What game do we like to play the most this year?"

"APEX Battle Royale."

I said without even thinking, "EA made a battle royale game out of scraps from Titanfall. They just released a new hero, Crazy Magee, and the Chinese dubbing is particularly perfunctory."

"You even know how to do dubbing? Okay, let's do something more difficult."

The uncle pointed at Pippi beside him and said, "Pippi has a small account, and he got an heirloom at level 30. What is the ID of this small account?"

"Uh... this name is a bit long, let me think about it."

This question is indeed difficult, because the ID of Pikachu’s alternate account is... very funny.

"The strongest legendary tiger in Litang... the innocent Choichiro..."

I read the name from memory in a sporadic manner, following the method of “reading on the side and not on the side in the middle”, and then added: “The Japanese version.”

"puff……"

As soon as I finished speaking, "Jitu Tonglong" who was listening to our conversation couldn't help but laugh out loud: "What are you talking about?"

"The name of his game."

I said seriously, "We are exchanging secret codes."

"Why are you asking me about my smurf's ID? Damn it, don't bring gaming stuff into real life!"

Pipi didn't seem to expect that Marisa's iron-butted uncle would let me say this. He suddenly felt embarrassed and pushed the fat boy away: "I'll do it."

"You still don't believe me?"

Looking at the two people struggling, I didn’t know whether to cry or laugh.

Well... well, no one actually wants to do this.

If I didn't have to get the money, I wouldn't even be interested in offline gatherings.

"It's not a question of belief or not. It's mainly... We have treated you as an uncle for several years, and then you suddenly told us that there are no uncles, only little lolis. I... I can't accept it for a while."

The uncle scratched his head and said, "It feels like one of those transformation novel plots that are often banned... No, maybe it's even more outrageous than that."

“So reality often requires less logic than fiction.”

Pipi walked up to me and said, "No wonder you only played games with us after 10pm before. Is it because you just finished your homework during that time?"

I was silent for a while: "You can understand it that way."

"You turned on the voice changer?"

"perhaps……"

"Okay, then I'll ask you a question that only men can understand. If you answer it, I'll believe that you're an uncle who loves lolita, and then I'll pay for your travel and food expenses for the day, including what you just said... you can go to the supermarket and buy whatever crispy shark you want."

Pipi squatted down, propped up her knees with both hands, and kept herself at the same height as me: "How is it?"

"Ok."

I put on an attitude of "accepting the challenge" -

"Excuse me."

No. 026 Spin Jump Legend Rights Protection Team

Three minutes later, I walked to the bench under the big banyan tree in front of me and sat down with peace of mind.

Ji Tu Tonglong next to me waved at me, smiled very friendly, and moved to the edge of the chair to make room for the empty seat in the middle.

The divine pet Pippi leaned on the handle behind the chair and calmly took out a napkin from his pocket to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Marisa sat down with her iron buttocks directly under the sun in the distance, looking as if she couldn't accept the reality.

"Ahem, what is that..."

They were silent for a long time before Pipi broke the silence. He waved at "Marisa's Iron Butt" and said, "Come on, stop doubting your life. Since the uncle answered all our questions, it means that others are not joking. What's wrong with a 12-year-old author? It's not like there isn't one."

"No, I don't care about the 12-year-old author, nor the question of whether he is an uncle or not, but..."

The fat boy sitting on the ground facing the sun looked at me, then looked at the large group of internet celebrities and anchors who were broadcasting live not far away: "Pipi, you may not know that if you are not an ACG fan, it is difficult to find a girl who understands the ACG world, is cute, has a good figure, good skin, and a very nice voice... Oh, little Lolita, it is as difficult to find such a little Lolita as for your book to top the new book list every time you publish it, or for readers to urge you to update in the comment section of each book..."

If this weren't the real world, I feel like this uncle's face would have been covered with black lines, and his expression would be exactly the same as the protagonist in "Goodbye! Mr. Despair".

"Pikachu, I'm not going to hide it from you. I'm actually quite socially anxious. Don't think that I'm always laughing and joking with you guys in the game. In real life, unless they're acquaintances, I'm very polite to strangers. I won't talk if I can."

Marisa raised her head, with a look of "You know what I mean?" "The reason why I greeted this little sister just now is because she is so cute, so cute that it cured my social anxiety. She is also wearing that six-drive hat. It doesn't feel out of place for her to put on a sailor uniform and directly go to Cosplay the Hibiki-class destroyer. She is prettier than all the Cosplayers I have seen so far. Her bare face beats those with makeup. And even if you ignore her appearance, her voice... is really more perfect than the deliberately imitated loli voices in most of the mobile games I have played..."

"Oh my god! How can there be such a perfect girl? The most important thing is that this girl has always been by my side. I have played games with her for two or three years and told her so many dirty jokes. I... my image... I don't want to live anymore..."

"Alright, alright."

Seeing the old man in grief, Pipi walked over and said, "Look at it from a bright side. This girl is still a good friend of ours who we have known for three years. You said it's okay to have more yellow trash. If others were to despise her, wouldn't they have run away long ago?"

Pulling the fat boy up, Pipi coughed dryly and said, "Nuo'er even revealed his real name, what about you? Why don't you take the initiative to introduce yourself? Do you always let others call you Marisa Marisa? Marisa is a girl."

"Oh, yes, that's right."

As if being enlightened, "Marisa's Iron Butt" stood up quickly: "Nuo'er, well, my name is quite ordinary, my last name is Jiang, and the single character is Wei, you can just call me Uncle Jiang."

Jiang Wei? Jiang Wei? Can you stargaze?

Is it true that every time the authors meet offline, they first say "Carry on the Prime Minister's will and punish the traitor who usurped the Han Dynasty!" and then draw five cards?

"My name is Li Jianfu. In real life, some people call me Xiao Li, and some call me Brother Li. It's a very common name. If you're not used to it, you can call me Pipi."

The divine pet Pipi scratched his head: "My author ID is a meme in Seer, and Pipi is a must-train pet in it."

"Uncle Liu and I are from the same city."

"Jitu Tonglong" also turned around: "Your name is Yin Nuoer, right? It's a very cute name. My author name is a meme from Kamen Rider. My real name is Su Yunjin, and my nickname... It seems that people rarely give me nicknames. You can call me whatever you want, hehe."

Why does this boy give me the feeling of...the temperament of an ancient hero?

After listening to Su Yunjin’s self-introduction, I was thoughtful.

Not only is he handsome and clean-looking, he also has a great figure with muscles looming, and his name is so... Mary Sue?

I feel like this boy is the type that most girls like.

"Okay, now that we've gotten to know each other, let's get down to business."

Pippi took a deep breath, waved at us, and signaled everyone to gather around.

I quickly put away my phone and followed him to the open space behind the chair.

"Noer, how about I go buy something to cushion you?"

Seeing me sitting directly on the lawn, Marisa... classmate Jiang Wei seemed a little reluctant: "Bring me a newspaper?"

I quickly waved my hands: "Is the uncle in your memory such a delicate person?"

"Ahahaha... I didn't know this before. Who would have thought that a little girl like you would use a voice changer to play games? You have to take the blame for this."

Jiang Wei scratched his head and said, "Okay, let's get down to business, Pishen, go ahead."

"Okay, I won't waste my words... ahem, the information I have now is that the company of Yaetang Novel Network has been deregistered and filed for bankruptcy due to a broken capital chain. Its full name is Yae Reading Network Co., Ltd. You should all know this. It was shown when the manuscript fee was issued."

Pipi took out her phone and read the information on the screen: "The upstream company of Yae Reading Network Co., Ltd. is Shenbin Network Technology Co., Ltd., and the company is located in Shenbin City. It is a...how should I put it? It is a company that mainly engages in the packaging, sales and marketing of computer accessories. In simple terms, after the computer accessories are assembled by the nearby factory electronics factory, this company will package them, apply protective paint, and pack them, and then deliver the goods to downstream sellers to make a profit in the middle. I will just briefly explain this, and you don't have to remember it. Anyway, we just need to know that this company is the parent company of the registered company of Yaetang Novel Network."

"At the moment we don't know how many people will come for this rights protection action. We can only set the location here for now and wait until 12 o'clock. That's how many people will come. There's nothing we can do now. Everyone is busy and many people don't want to go out..."

As he was talking, Pippi's cell phone suddenly rang.

"The cockroach bullies came here to attack us."

Pipi pointed to the incoming call notification on her phone: "Cockroach Bully and Venomous Fang, two authors in the fantasy section."

Then he pressed the answer button and set the conversation to speaker.

"Hello? Is this Pikachu? I'm at Pearl Plaza. I found a local guide. 20 yuan an hour."

A young man's somewhat impatient voice came from the other end of the phone: "Where are you?"

Pipi was a little confused: "Why are you looking for a guide? We have an uncle here."

"You mean the uncle who earns a thousand yuan a month in royalties? Oh no, spare me. I've always wanted to say, isn't this a rights protection action? The group is full of popular authors who earn tens of thousands of yuan a month in royalties. Why do you want to bring in an ordinary author? When you get there, others will see that you're asking for a thousand or two thousand yuan in royalties? I'd be ashamed."

The young man on the other end of the phone said in an arrogant tone:

"Don't worry about that uncle. Send me your location. I'll be there soon."

No. 027 What you love is your life

"Brother Cockroach, I have to talk to you about this."

As if feeling a little embarrassed by letting me hear the other person's words "Don't bother with the uncle", Pipi held the phone to his ear and said seriously: "What's wrong with a small author? What's wrong with a one or two thousand yuan manuscript fee? Isn't one thousand yuan money? We are defending our rights... Since there are authors willing to join, we must unite all the forces that can be united. Isn't it a bit too much for you to say that?"

Cockroach Bully and Venomous Fang, two authors who used to mainly write fantasy novels, now that their websites have closed down, seem to have gone elsewhere to write urban assembly-line novels.

In this era of big entertainment, traditional online novels are no longer popular. They are all fast-food literature. First, they give the book an attractive title, such as "The Most Powerful Fairy Broke Off the Engagement: I Awakened the Super God System" or "I Was Wanted Worldwide, and Announced Nuclear Fusion Technology on the Spot", or some trendy ones like "I Was Possessed by the Pinduoduo System, 60,000 People Can't Kill Me". In short, they have to do enough work on the appearance. The title, introduction and cover must be attractive, the beginning must be attractive, and the rest of the book can be done according to the normal routine assembly line.

The character is ridiculed at the beginning, the family is wiped out at the beginning, and the character is in despair and on the verge of death, inciting the readers' anger. Then the protagonist slaps them in the face to create a sense of satisfaction, and repeats this for millions of words.

The difficulty of this type of novel lies in the beginning, introduction and the first three chapters. As long as the beginning can attract people, the subsequent plot will be very easy to write. If the beginning fails to attract people, it means that the book has no potential, so you can try again under a different pen name.

At the same time, the typing of authors has become more and more fast-food-like. Ordinary authors type the full spelling of the two sounds of "众" on the keyboard as "zhongren", and the words that come out of the vocabulary are only "众", "重任", "中人" and so on. However, those authors who are already accustomed to the assembly line have adjusted the vocabulary of the input method in advance, and can directly pop up a whole paragraph by typing the two keys "zr" -

[Everyone was stunned, gasped, and their eyes were full of fear]

Ordinary people type "cz" two keys to get words like "wear" and "exist", while assembly line authors type a whole paragraph -

[This child is so terrifying, he will become a big trouble in the future, he must not be allowed to stay! ]

There are many examples like this. In short... once you get used to this kind of input, others can write a long paragraph with just a few clicks. Templates, formats, routines... these are all ready-made. This is why some authors can write five or even ten chapters in one or two hours, with a speed of more than 10,000 words per hour. You type two keys to get two words, and others type two keys to get a paragraph. And you don't need to think about how the onlookers will react after the protagonist appears, how to describe the protagonist's fight, what passers-by will say in amazement... All of these can be done by typing a few keywords and then selecting in the template.

Based on these two typing methods and thinking, authors can actually be roughly divided into two factions. One is the "dream faction" like "Marisa's Iron Butt", "Divine Pet Pipi", and "Gitoto Toulong", who win with plot and writing style; the other is the "realist faction" like Cockroach Bully and others, who make money through the number of novels and the speed of typing.

At the same time, Cockroach Bully also set up a QQ group exclusively for Yaedo's top authors. It was said that only authors whose works were among the top 20 best-selling authors on the website were eligible to join. Famous authors recommended novels to each other, exchanged routines and money-making secrets.