Conan: The Self-cultivation of Fake Wine

Lu Ren and Kitajima Xiao left the gym and got into the newspaper's special car.

Looking at Bei Dao, who looked slightly tired, Lu Ren hesitated for a moment and decided to initiate the topic.

"I remember you just joined the newspaper office not long ago."

Bei Dao nodded: "Well, the newspaper office will enter this year's spring."

"Have you ever published your own articles in newspapers?"

"No, President Sato asked me to exercise again."

Exercise, Lu Ren touched his chin and made up his mind.

"Now is a good opportunity to practice. When you go back later, give me a copy of your interview materials. Then you don't go out tomorrow, just stay in the hotel to sort out the interview materials and write the manuscript."

"But there will be a men's and women's team competition tomorrow." Bei Dao hesitated.

"That's not important." Lu Ren waved his hand, "What people like to see is personal heroism. Writing a good manuscript is better than repeating low-quality work many times."

"Do you want me to be in charge of this press release?" Bei Dao gradually came to his senses and declined repeatedly, "I'm not good enough yet."

“Whether you are successful or not depends not on your words, but on your actions.”

Lu Ren thought about it and decided to give her some confidence so that she could have some peace of mind.

"I can also write."

"Ok?"

"You write one, and I write another. I have the final say which one you hand in. You should also know my writing level."

Bei Dao nodded.

The pen of God, the most talented reporter in Tokyo and even Japan.

Bei Dao naturally knows Lu Ren's level.

If you don’t know clearly, you can basically give up the journalistic profession.

"Since I'm here, what are you afraid of?"

Lu Ren showed great confidence and directly gave Bei Dao a big cake.

"Don't worry, just go ahead and write. As long as you perform well enough, I will apply to the old man to publish your manuscript in the newspaper."

"I will definitely live up to your expectations!"

"I told you not to use honorifics. Be careful next time."

"Yes!"

After dinner, as soon as he returned to the hotel, Kitajima Xiao plunged into his room.

Look at her posture, eagerness and enthusiasm to try.

Lu Ren vaguely saw his former figure in her body.

Because of this, Lu Ren was willing to give this very hardworking young man a chance.

He happens to have this ability too.

Of course, Beidao's good-looking appearance is also a big reason.

He is not a noble person himself.

In addition to the above two points, there is another key reason.

——That is, Lu Ren is not as confident as he appears.

The pen of God was the former Lu Ren, not him.

Lu Ren has also been engaged in related writing work before. But even so, there is still a considerable distance between his level and his predecessor.

The Japanese fear power rather than morality, and their worship of the strong is engraved in their genes.

And the predecessor can be called the pen of God by them, plus he is still a Chinese.

I also knew that this must be because my predecessor used the pen in his hand to convince them. The beating made them change from shouting at the beginning to fear, and then they started to kneel down and beg for mercy.

Lu Ren also wanted to do the same, but he was just thinking about it.

He knew he couldn't do that.

But the writing style of the predecessor is obvious to all. Not only the newspaper knows it, but the winery must also know it.

Therefore, in order not to expose the secret, Lu Ren could not submit the manuscript to Dongbao in a short period of time.

If you don't submit the manuscript, you will naturally have to find a justifiable reason.

For example... train new people.

As a top student at Tokyo University, Kitajima Xiao's writing skills are not weak.

Lu Ren can use this time to polish his writing skills.

He still has some confidence in this.

Since the combat firearms skills are all left over, maybe there is muscle memory in writing as well.

Just lift the pen and it will appear automatically.

Anyway, give it a try first.

……

At nine o'clock in the evening, Kitajima Xiao submitted the streamlined interview materials to Lu Ren.

Lu Ren immediately started writing.

In three hours, a new manuscript was published.

Lu Ren picked up the manuscript and looked left and right, no matter how he read it, he was satisfied with it.

He put down the manuscript and gave himself another appraisal.

【Lu Ren

Skill: Writing (Advanced)]

Well, as expected of him.

With just one manuscript, his writing skills became advanced and he jumped directly past the entry-level level.

Just ask who else is there.

He is indeed a genius when it comes to writing.

Although he may have received some credit from his predecessor, his personal efforts cannot be ignored!

Now we are waiting for Kitajima Xiao's manuscript. As a senior, he should give some advice to the newcomers.

Lu Ren is very confident about this.

……

The next day, at 8:30 in the morning, Bei Dao Xiao knocked on Lu Ren's door with the manuscript in hand.

After entering the door, she handed the manuscript with her hands forward and bowed at 90 degrees, "Please correct me, teacher."

"Ah."

One minute, two minutes, three minutes.

"Ahem." Lu Ren cleared his throat, "The writing is okay, but some small details are not quite right. You can polish it again when you go back and give me the finished product in the afternoon. I will leave the interview script for this time to you. Do not disappoint me."

"Yes! Thank you very much!"

A big smile appeared on Xiao's face. She took the manuscript and said excitedly, "Teacher, can I take a look at your manuscript?"

"Call me Lu Ren. I can't show you my manuscript. My style is different from yours. You have to write in your own style."

"Ok!"

"Go back to your room and tidy up. We are going to report back to the club."

Watching Kitajima Xiao walk out of the room, Lu Ren quickly grabbed his manuscript on the table, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

He thought for a moment, then picked the paper ball out of the trash can, stretched it out, tore it into pieces, and flushed them all into the toilet.

"What kind of rubbish did I write?"

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Chapter 13 If you want to be healthy and live longer (please recommend and collect)

Lu Ren still feels that he is a genius.

He just lost to time.

After all, genius also needs time to grow.

The defeat to Kitajima Xiao was due to her hard work accumulated over ten years. This is nothing to be ashamed of.

If his current writing skills are at the advanced level, then Kitajima Xiao's writing skills have definitely reached the professional level.

In fact, it was a good thing. At least for a long time to come, the manuscripts that should have been handed over to the newspaper by him could be written by Kitajima Shino with confidence.

After putting this matter aside for the time being, Lu Ren began to think about the lottery in his mind.

The golden disk is half suspended in the air. Number of draws, one.

Tsk, I lost once.

When checking into the hotel yesterday, Lu Ren did not win the lottery.

Because there was no land for him to burn paper money, and Lu Ren also wanted to do a test.

Although he thinks this is a free single draw every day, it is not certain that the number of draws can be accumulated.

If that's the case, save enough for ten days.

Just do ten draws in a row.

Lu Ren doesn't believe in miracles, he only believes in Shilian.

Unfortunately, it is indeed only a free daily draw.

If you don’t draw today, the number of draws will not be accumulated to tomorrow.

It seems that when you go out from now on, you will have to prepare a few ghost coins in your wallet.

Apart from losing a single draw, there was another point that made Lu Ren feel rather regretful.

That is, contact with the protagonist group does not increase the number of draws.

Except for Kyogoku, who never met in person, he said hello to everyone.

If these people don't increase the number of draws, let alone others.

At most, I could pinch Conan’s little face in two days. See if the real protagonist will give him extra times.

But the possibility is not high either.

Let's see, I'll go to the amusement park then, maybe there will be a turn for the better.

Since he has traveled to this world, his plug-in has nothing to do with the protagonist.

Lu Ren really didn't believe it either.

Now burn the hell coins, draw the prizes and then go to sleep.

The familiar white light, well, another day without shipment.

……

Early the next morning, amid compliments from everyone, Lu Ren opened the door and walked into the president's office.

"Old man, I'm here to hand in the manuscript." Lu Ren raised the original document in his hand.

"The interview script for the karate competition?" Sato Kiyoshi took the manuscript, lowered his head and read it. After a while, he put the manuscript in his hand.

"It's not bad. But if it was written by you, then the quality is a bit unreasonable. You seem to be a little out of shape recently, why don't you take a few days off?"