AI copywriting?All copied wrong!

But judging from the results, the goal was successfully achieved.

Of course, this also comes at a price.

Once the monthly exam is taken next week, Tang Ping will not get good results.

Waiting for him will be the endless anger of the class teacher!

Fortunately, there is no need to worry about this ending.

After ten days of using AI, Tang Ping has already discovered it.

Although this AI can’t do anything, it’s No. 1.

But it is very good at solving questions!

If you are good at reading comprehension, you can understand the pronunciation and shape of words.

Not to mention foreign languages, it can be translated into Chinese at a glance.

Once the mathematical conditions are entered, the process answer will be clear in seconds.

The chemical formula doesn't match up?No matter where you click!

Tang Ping, who was worried about failing in the college entrance examination when he first traveled through time, now has his problems wiped out while talking and laughing.

Although the AI ​​​​will occasionally suddenly get sick and make nonsense, in general, the accuracy rate is as high as suffocating.

“Originally, I wanted to spend the monthly exams quietly with a low score, but in the end, I emerged strong and dominated the college entrance examination, staging a shocking reversal that no one could have predicted.

"Why don't you think about it, do it high in the monthly exam this time, do it low next time, and do it high in the college entrance exam, all for fun?"

Tang Ping thought endlessly, got ready, left the house, and rushed to school quickly.

10 minute later.

He successfully returned to the classroom before the 8 o'clock bell rang.

I perfunctorily dealt with topics like "Why didn't you go to self-study in the morning?" "You're done, the class teacher has come to find you personally!"...

Tang Ping pretended to listen carefully in class while using AI to generate the full text of "Cinderella". After confirming it, it was sent to his mobile phone.

After nine o'clock, I secretly sent the manuscript directly to the editor-in-chief Yaoyao, and then waited for the other party's response.

……

In the morning, ten o'clock.

Yan Yao took the morning tea she bought on the way to work and entered her workstation to sit down.

The working hours at Dove of Peace Magazine are different from those elsewhere.

Because starting work at 9 a.m. and getting off work at 5 or 6 p.m., or getting off work at 9 p.m. is a fixed rule in many companies.

In order to avoid this overcrowded commuting period and not crowd the buses and subways with the crowds of people in the city, their magazine deliberately adjusted the starting time to 10:30 and the off-duty time to 19:30.

Thanks to this blessing, Yan Yao can always go to work with dignity and elegance, even though the shared apartment is far away from the company.

You can also sleep in.

Shake the mouse to wake up the computer.Because there are always many web pages, chat boxes, and documents open when working, and too many things need to be reopened when shutting down and starting up, Yan Yao's computer always remains in sleep mode.

The screen lights up.

A flashing chat box caught her attention.

What about Chapter 16?

Yan Yao moved the mouse and clicked on the chat box.

It was a question from a new author at eight o'clock last night.

Because the inquiry was not answered for a long time, I even cursed a few times.

Yan Yao's face was expressionless.

New authors often don’t realize that the editor is just a part-time worker and will only be online during working hours.

At night, especially late at night, editors need to sleep to prepare for their commute to work the next morning.

Yan Yao sighed silently, ignored the angry curses, answered the question briefly, and then closed and opened another flashing chat box.

Yesterday I asked an old author to write a manuscript. After pretending to be dead for a long time, he finally declined in the middle of the night.

No, it can't be said that he is just pretending to be dead. The old author's work and rest routine is often different from that of normal people.

Because inspiration is easy to come up with when people are quiet at night, old authors usually sleep hard during the day and rush to work on manuscripts late at night. Night is their time of activity.

Yan Yao felt a little disappointed when she saw the other party's rejection.

Like many old authors, they are reluctant to submit articles to the Dove of Peace magazine for whatever reasons.

Yan Yao replied kindly and closed the chat box.

Click on another flashing one.

I thought it was another new or old author.

She unexpectedly saw a manuscript sent in the chat box at around nine o'clock:

"Cinderella"

Yan Yao opened her eyes slightly and instinctively looked at the other person's online name.

[Red is the power type, blue is the air type, yellow please send it to me]

so weird!

Such a weird online name, at first glance, it’s Teacher Guan Ai!

Yan Yao's eyes lit up and she hurriedly looked around to confirm that the magazine office was empty and she was the only one in the seat for the time being.

She raised her lips with a smile, opened "Cinderella" happily and expectantly, put the morning tea aside, pushed out four snack boxes, put on disposable gloves and glasses...

The smile disappeared instantly.

Enter working mode.

……

Six 7 minutes later.

Yan Yao took off her disposable gloves and glasses in a daze.

Close your eyes and take a deep breath.

A rather complicated and slightly incredible expression appeared on his face.

"The power of his pen...

“I’ve improved a lot!”

It only took about ten days to go from "The Emperor's New Clothes" to "Cinderella".

Although the writing style is still redundant, the logic and appeal between the lines have gone up a notch!

The use of various rhetorical techniques and the refinement of key points are also more vivid and satisfying!

Yan Yao found it difficult to understand.

She has been working in the editing industry for several years, has contacted thousands of authors, and has collaborated with hundreds of authors many times.

Those authors will also make progress and advance by leaps and bounds, but it will take time, reading story after story and practicing writing.

Ten days, two stories...

How could writing power be improved so significantly in such a short time span and limited space span?

Even a genius can't do it!

"Has he asked someone to help polish it?" Yan Yao guessed.

My heart tightened subconsciously!

If it's done, who is that person? Could it be an editor from another magazine?

Was he sending it to her this time to show off to her and show that he was going to find another place?

Yan Yao immediately pressed the keyboard with her ten fingers and typed out a long paragraph.

Then he looked at these words for a moment, pursed his lower lip, and silently pressed the backspace key to delete them all.

re-enter.

Editor-in-chief of Dove of Peace·Yao Yao: "I have finished watching "Cinderella". It is very exciting. As always, it shows the amazing talent of Teacher Guan Ai. It is indeed a teacher Guan Ai!" 』

...The other party has yet to reply.

no reply!

Yan Yao pulled up the chat history. Every time she chatted before ten o'clock, Tang Ping would reply immediately.

But this time, there was no reply.

"I'm at work, I'm at work~ Ah, Sister Yan Yao is indeed your first one again."

There was a noise at the door of the magazine, and a bald colleague entered the magazine together with several employees.

When they saw the four snack boxes on Yan Yao's table, their eyes lit up and they quickly came forward to check the quality of this new manuscript.

The fried green beans, which represent "ugly", seemed untouched;

Maybe a few gummy candies that represent "average"?

The beef nuggets that represent "good" are clearly eaten through one layer;

Nuts that represent “good”…

"Sister Yan Yao, what's wrong with you?" The bald colleague was concentrating on counting snacks. From the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with Yan Yao's demeanor.

It was as if something had just happened.

"...It's nothing." Yan Yao shook her head, calmed down her emotions, returned to calm, and remained calm.

There was no reply after ten o'clock this time, which doesn't mean anything.

There are always times when people are suddenly busy, and there are always accidents in life. Even a train that always runs on fixed rails may derail one day.

This "Cinderella" has a sudden increase in writing power, which doesn't mean much.

Maybe Tang Ping had an epiphany, maybe someone with profound literary knowledge around him came to help, or maybe the editor of a friend society wanted to win over Tang Ping, but he was forced to proofread the manuscript carefully in vain.

Everything is possible, be mentally prepared and wait for the result that is destined to come, whether you expect it or not.

The bald colleague stared at Yan Yao for a few seconds, unable to tell anything about her indifferent face.

The editor-in-chief of the Dove of Peace magazine has returned to his former self.

The bald colleague shifted his gaze and looked at the chat box on the screen.

[Red is the power type, blue is the air type, and yellow is please send it to me]?

"Cinderella"?

Combined with the conditions of the four snack boxes, the bald colleague immediately understood:

This is Teacher Guan Ai’s new work, Yan Yao just finished reading it!

This very good new article, like the article "The Emperor's New Clothes" in the previous issue, moved Yan Yao while reading.

It's just that "The Emperor's New Clothes" made her laugh and laugh easily. Perhaps this new submission made her more worried and uncomfortable?

So much so that even after reading it, I was still stuck in the atmosphere of the story and didn't come out immediately like usual.

"Is this "Cinderella" written so well?" The bald colleague became curious, "Sister Yan Yao, can I take a look?"

"Well, take a look." Yan Yao gave way to the workstation.

The bald colleague thanked him but did not sit down. He hunched over and slid the mouse to read "Cinderella" from the beginning.

Within 3 minutes, he burst out, "Beast!" He blushed and gritted his teeth, which frightened the other employees.

Do you hate it so much?

I feel like you want to rip the computer screen to pieces and eat it alive!

Fortunately, after another four or five minutes, his expression gradually returned to normal, with a bit of "you deserve it" cheerfulness.