It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

"Help me get something out of my clothes."

The novelist pointed to his own large furisode.

"Ah? How do I get it?"

Liu Zheng was stunned for a moment.

"Just put your hand into my left breast and you can touch it."

The novelist said in a low voice.

"Is this appropriate?"

Now it was his turn to hesitate.

"Senior, you just told me not to waste time, why are you hesitating now?"

The novelist pouted.

"Ok."

Liu Zheng stretched out his tentacles helplessly, pulled open her clothes, and reached down along her collar.

A warm feeling enveloped his tentacles, and soon, he touched something hard.

"Is it this one?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"No, no, go a little higher."

The novelist's voice is as thin as a mosquito's.

"Oh."

He adjusted his direction awkwardly and hit something harder that felt a bit like plastic.

"Is it this one?"

he asked again.

"Well, take it out."

The novelist lowered his head.

Liu Zheng wrapped his tentacles around the thing and pulled it out through the collar.

When I pulled it out, I saw that it was a black keyboard.

"Give."

He handed the keyboard to the novelist.

"Ah."

The novelist responded softly, then picked two keys from the keyboard.

"Ctrl" and "C".

"Senior, my buttons are very big, please bear with me."

she said softly.

"bring it on."

Liu Zheng closed his eyes.

The novelist smiled slightly, then slapped the "Ctrl" and "C" keys on his forehead with lightning speed.

The black keys penetrated his skull like phantoms.

Liu Zheng felt as if two red-hot irons were inserted into his head and the pain was unbearable.

Compared to this kind of pain, the stinging pain from the sword with the character "Ren" on it is not unbearable.

"Senior, which book do you want me to copy?"

The novelist's voice rang in his ears.

"The Dragon Tribe."

Liu Zheng said while enduring the pain.

The reason why he chose this book is that it has fewer words, he has read it more times, and he remembers the content more completely.

The second reason is that the setting and structure of this book are relatively simple, and it relies mainly on character design and writing style, making it more suitable for novelists who start out as short story writers.

"Okay, senior."

The branding iron wandered around Liu Zheng's mind, burning him until he was sweating profusely before he finally found the target.

The novelist grabbed the air, and the "Ctrl" and "C" keys flew out of Liu Zheng's mind and fell into her hands.

She put the "Ctrl" and "C" keys back into the keyboard.

"Please, senior, put it back for me."

The novelist said.

"it is good."

Liu Zheng put the keyboard back into her clothes.

This time he didn't have any extra thoughts and was only focused on the pain.

"Go back and take a look. But for the fan fiction that wrote this book, there are a few key points you should pay attention to."

He said while rubbing his temple.

"Senior, please tell me."

The novelist took out his cell phone and opened the memo.

"First, after you read it yourself, you might think that the protagonist is too cowardly and too servile to that senior sister. But this is the essence of the book, so it's best not to change it."

"Second, if you don't want to limit your readers to females, don't write the protagonist and the male supporting characters as a couple."

"Third, don't confirm the heroine too quickly, give it more time."

Liu Zheng said one by one.

"Okay, senior, I'll take note of it."

The novelist nodded seriously.

"But senior."

She looked up at Liu Zheng with a gloomy tone.

"Are you pulling at me too?"

"what?"

he asked doubtfully.

Just as the novelist was about to speak, the huge bell rang again, and the noise in the Colosseum was completely suppressed.

"The chat time is over, please return to your seats."

The black cat appeared in the center of the square again and spoke to everyone.

Although its voice was not loud, all the authors heard it clearly and then returned to their respective positions.

The novelist looked at Liu Zheng resentfully, but ultimately said nothing and just stood there obediently.

"Now, I will draw the formula for this contest live."

The black cat waved its paw, and two messengers quickly came out with a lottery box.

It reached its paw into the box and fumbled around for a while, then pulled out a ball of paper.

"The format of this competition is a 300-word reversal contest."

The black cat unfolded the paper ball and read out what was written on it.

"Considering that there are some new friends participating in this dance, I will explain the content of the competition in detail."

It glanced in Liu Zheng's direction.

"Write a short story in 300 words excluding punctuation. The more twists in the plot, the higher the score."

"Of course, complete structure and beautiful writing are also included in the scoring range. In the end, the novel with the highest comprehensive score will be the champion of this competition."

"As for the judge of this competition, I will be the judge. Do you have any objections?"

Black Cat scanned the room, and no one objected.

"Well, the competition will last half an hour. Please use your quills to write your novels in front of you. After half an hour, I will start the reviewing phase."

As soon as it finished speaking, except for the platinum feather pen, the other feather pens automatically floated into the air.

The reactions of the authors present varied. Some picked up their pens and started writing, while others began to think creatively.

Novelists are the ones who just pick up a feather pen and start writing.

Because she is a great author in the field of short stories, writing this kind of reversal story is as easy as eating and drinking.

It only took the novelist ten minutes to finish writing the entry.

But when she turned to look at Liu Zheng, she found that the latter had not said a word.

"Senior, if you are not good at it, you don't have to write it."

The novelist thought he didn't know how to start writing, so he reminded him in a low voice.

This is a purely welfare-oriented link, and there is no punishment if you cannot write it out.

"That's not the case. I just came up with a brilliant idea, but three hundred words are too short. I'm worried that I can't write it down."

Liu Zheng said with a profound look on his face.

"Why don't you tell me? Maybe I can give you some immature advice."

The novelist said carefully.

"No, I've already thought about it."

He shook his head, then grasped the quill with his tentacles and began to write rapidly.

Glowing words appeared in the air, like a 3D projection in a science fiction movie, or a jade slip for passing on power in a fantasy TV series.

The novelist looked at the words curiously, but all he saw was a mess of gibberish.

She looked away disappointedly.

She was so concerned that she forgot that the participating authors could only see their own works.

Half an hour passed quickly, and Liu Zheng completed the work before the deadline.

"time up."

The black cat waved its paw, and the glowing words gathered in front of it like rivers flowing into the sea, while the feather pens returned to their authors.

"Well, the quality of the entries this time is very high. It seems that I have drawn a good theme."

The black cat said, shaking his head.

It took it just a few minutes to read through thousands of entries, but when it came to selecting a winning work, it had difficulty making a decision.

It took a full twenty minutes before it finally made a decision.

The black cat waved its claws fiercely, and all the other glowing texts disappeared, leaving only two works.

"The overall scores of these two works are the same. This one wins because of its gorgeous writing style and exquisite logical traps, while this one wins because of its novel ideas, strong text impact, and great black humor."

"Considering the fairness of the competition, I have displayed both articles for your appreciation."

"The author of the entry on the left is Ms. Hishikibu. She has been working in the field of short stories for many years and has always been known for her beautiful writing and detailed descriptions. This work also well reflects her writing characteristics."

The black cat introduced it while extending his claws.

The glowing words on the left immediately expanded rapidly, allowing all the authors present to see them clearly.

Soon, there was a sound of applause or something else in the Colosseum.

Obviously, this work won unanimous praise.

"Humph~"