Divorce at the beginning forced to become a full-time artist

"Trouble is trouble, but as long as I can keep the poetry conference, I will admit it all!"

Zhang Jingya's tired eyes were ignited with incomparable firmness again.

……

Ang Lee's heart for the poetry conference is very high.

If he wants to get fan points and points and then continue his life, the poetry conference is the most suitable method for him at this stage, there is no one.

but.

When Li An thought that he was going to see Su Yuqi again, he had to recite poems and compose poems in front of Su Yuqi and ask Su Yuqi to evaluate him.

Li An felt that this was an embarrassing thing.

"Unless Su Yuqi doesn't know that it's me on stage."

"But how is that possible."

"Poetry conferences all show their faces, and it is impossible to make an exception because of me."

Li An thought so in his heart.

"Forget it, let's not consider the poetry conference."

Li An shook his head and said softly, "System."

"Hello host, Xiao Ai is always here." A gentle female voice sounded in my mind.

"Change my dream to be a writer. In addition, I want to go to Earth to study how to write novels, especially online literary novels."

"Drip, the dream has been replaced by the host. According to Xiao Ai's observation and cognition, it takes at least two years of professional training to write an online literary novel. Two years requires [-] points or two years of life. It is detected that the host is now The points are not enough, and the life of the host is only one year and six months, so the further study project cannot be implemented."

Listening to the voice, Li An felt the malice brought by life.

The lifespan is one year and six months, like a thorn stuck in the throat, unable to swallow or spit it out, and it will eventually kill you.

He got through the phone of his dead friend Lu Liang.

A wretched laugh came from the other end of the phone: "Yo Lao Li, you are finally willing to call me."

"Yesterday afternoon, that girl's figure is really good, and she looks really good! Are you finished now? How many times have you come here in one night? Do you feel that your legs are weak and you are walking against the wall?"

Li An frowned: "I don't know her, don't talk nonsense."

Lu Liang's wretched laughter became stronger: "Niuu! If you don't know me, I'll bring you milk tea and accompany you directly, Qiang! Lao Li is indeed a handsome swaying dog's tail grass in our teacher!"

If Lu Liang was by Li An's side, Li An would definitely slap him.

"Get down to business!" Li An said with a serious voice, "You teach me how to write novels."

……

In a blink of an eye, it was noon.

Just as Li Ang felt a little hungry, there was a knock on the door.

Li An went to push open the door, and Zhang Jingya stood outside with a smile on her face, holding a paper bag in her hand: "I don't know what you like to eat, so I brought you some rice and some vegetables."

Zhang Jingya pretended to be a little woman again, with a gentle and beautiful smile on his lips: "I made these, try it and see how it goes."

Li An didn't answer, just shook his head: "I'll think about it after I've said it."

"You think about yours. I just thought that it's lunch time. You should be hungry, so I brought it to you." Zhang Jingya gently put the paper bag on the ground: "Remember to eat it early, don't eat it when it's cold. It's delicious."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Jingya turned her head and took the elevator to leave.

Li An didn't want to eat it at first, but it was a pity to throw it away. Finally, he picked it up and put it on the dining table, and then untied it gently.

There are two dishes, one soup and one rice, and there is a little duck next to it that makes a noise when you pinch it.

It does have a heart.

Li An picked up the chopsticks and tasted it. The taste was not particularly good, but it was not bad, salty and sweet.

In the afternoon, following Lu Liang's instructions, Li An opened the website and began to refresh the book rankings, and then tried to start writing by himself.

He wrote [-] words in one afternoon, and then sent it to Lu Liang. Lu Liang flatly refused: "The writing ability is very strong, but what kind of rubbish plot, I can't even sign a contract for this plot!"

Life is full of malice.

An afternoon passed quietly.

At night, the door was knocked again.

It was still Zhang Jingya, still carrying the exquisitely packaged meal, and still leaving the meal on the ground.

……

In the blink of an eye, five days passed.

Li An wrote eight beginnings in five days, six of which were shot down, and only two barely caught Lu Liang's eyes.

Lu Liang handed the two books to his editor, and the editor responded that the two books could be signed but the results must be mediocre.

Lu Liang sent the screenshot of the original words to Li An, and Li An felt a little disappointed.

Achievements generally mean that there is no fan value, and no fan value means that there is no way to exchange points, which means that there is no way to continue life.

And these five days.

Regardless of morning, noon or night, Zhang Jingya would knock on the door of Li An's room as soon as meal time came, and after a few simple conversations, she put down her meal and turned to leave.

Nothing about the poetry conference was mentioned, as if the invitation to Ang Lee never happened.

But Li An knew it well.

Zhang Jingya did this just to impress him, and then dragged him to participate in the poetry conference.

Don't say it, this trick really works!

It just made Ang Li feel a little bit of warmth in his recently vacant heart.

At noon that day, when Zhang Jingya put the rice on the ground and was about to turn around and leave, Li An stopped her.

"To be honest, I still want to participate in the poetry conference."

Zhang Jingya stopped in her tracks, with a faint light in her eyes: "Well, do you have any secrets?"