Acg Male Lead is My Trumpet

Bai Fan shouted in a trembling voice.

"...Mr. Bai, you are as confident as ever..."

Obviously, the announcement has not yet begun, and the knockout round has not even begun... Have you already dreamed of winning the gold prize?

"Is this the first day you met me?"

Bai Fan asked back with his eyes wide open.

"Can't the price really go up a bit more?! As long as it goes up a bit, you'll be able to have me who is extremely cute, wise and mighty, who can dress like a woman before, and who can punch bamboo rats later!"

"...but does that have anything to do with you helping them critique?"

Okano Yoshiko stared at the dead fish.

(I just got home... I have to say, I'm really tired! I'm really tired! MMP! I've been in the car for nearly twelve hours, I haven't eaten lunch or dinner, and I haven't eaten until now! But Turn over and start coding.)

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"To sum up, your article needs too many changes. Why don't you imitate my style first and keep updating it. As long as you have enough time, you can become the next me with your talent."

Bai Fan turned this string of text into an email and sent it to the author whose pen name is Chikuro Kurosawa.

At most he could give the newcomer some advice.

In fact, whether it is writing novels or doing other things, the most important thing is to look at yourself.

Whether talented or hardworking.

"I have selected a total of [-] shortlisted works...that is to say, I have to read the final works of these people."

In addition, there are factors such as talent and writing time to consider... To be honest, if all these are considered together, the time spent by Bai Fan is estimated to be longer than the review time.

This is like the several episodes of variety shows that Bai Fan has watched. First, a few good singers are selected by sea, and then the instructor guides them to improve their skills——

"I just said why this kind of development seems familiar, it turned out to be that show..."

Bai Fan muttered to himself.

Wasn't the previous life very popular on TV?

The show where the instructor sits on the bench and turns around with the tap of a button.

Bai Fan had to ponder over the [-] shortlisted works.

"Ah... To be honest, I have never cared so much about my own books, and these authors may not necessarily be my fans, right?"

Bai Fan glanced at the shortlist with a blank expression.

Ah——You are not my fans, but you want me to help you change the text, and you are not willing to dress up as women, which makes me very embarrassed.

But there is no way.

Since Yoshiko Okano notified herself yesterday, MJ Wensha's WEB page has put the list of auditions prepared earlier, and added many rules similar to auditions.

"Writing a novel still involves so many moths."

Bai Fan sucked the fat house happy water in his hand.

Ah...it's for business after all.

Bai Fan didn't bother to continue to discuss this issue, all he could do was to read the articles of his own authors, and then give his own opinions, that's all.

"You can't rely on anyone on the road of writing. Only by constantly sharpening your skills can you truly become a real author."

Bai Fan put his palm on the keyboard and sent this sentence to all the new authors.

He thought so and did it.

Therefore, Bai Fan will only give some assistance to these people, unlike some editors and well-known authors on other channels who are ready to talk with these authors all night.

This is definitely not Bai Fan's laziness, it's just that he simply doesn't think it's necessary.

"What are you doing? Get online soon! I'll take you to eat chicken today!"

At this moment, Wugeng Liuli sent a private chat.

"Coming soon!"

With a point of his finger, Bai Fan calmly entered the team.

"Are they all there?"

Five watch Liuli shouted in the wheat.

"Wait...wait, how do you play this game? Are there no specific button requirements? For example, you can unlock exclusive weapons and the like only by pressing a set of regular buttons..."

Makise Kurisu's panicked voice came from the headset.

She has never been exposed to this kind of FPS shooting game.

"Huh? What nonsense are you talking about? Isn't this kind of game just a game where WSAD jumps up and down, left and right, and just shoots with a gun?"

Lianhua said lazily in the headset.

"I'll just show you! The skills I've honed over the past 300 years! What I'm going to show you next is the killing that surpasses God!"

"The question is, doesn't this game only have four rows? What should I do?"

Wugeng Liuli asked curiously.

"nothing."

Bai Fan glanced sideways at You who was sitting beside him at some unknown time.

Holding the teacup, she raised the writing board in her hand without changing her expression.

'Best spectator seats'.

"Huh? What are you talking about? You, I'm a boss. If you really want to watch the battle, you should go to Hong Liqi or Lianhua, which is the best place to watch the battle? After all, both of them are box spirits."

"Hehehe... When I find the gun, I will kill you first."

Lianhua's sinister voice sounded.

And in this chaos, the journey of everyone's happy box finally started.

......

Let’s not talk about the box team here——

"Don't you think this should be revised? The male protagonist here has a monster sealed inside his body, and his parents died, and he was discriminated against by the people in the village since he was a child. Isn't this the plot in "Naruto"?"

"I think the decrease in popularity is because your writing is too depressing, right? Here it should be..."

"Sure enough, it should still be like this, keep it in this state and continue to modify it."

This is the editorial department of MJ News Agency.

There are editors who answer the phone calls of their shortlisted authors and put forward their own suggestions for them.

As I said before, this kind of competitive atmosphere is conducive to stimulating the enthusiasm of employees, and there is no doubt that this is the moment.

"I don't know what's going on with Teacher Bai Fan?"

The one who spoke like this was the editor in charge of Blood Song who was in charge of the classification of horror novels.

Although the editor's nickname is a murderous name like "Blood Song", but in fact, the editor of Blood Song is a legal white silk lolita who likes cosplay.

At the same time, she is also the cousin of Yoshiko Okano, whose real name is Misako Sakurai.

Originally, Bai Fan should also be the author responsible for Misako Sakurai, but considering Bai Fan's special status, Okano Yoshiko directly took over Bai Fan and his works.

Thinking about it now, that might be the worst choice Okano Yoshiko made in her life.

"Teacher Bai is the kind of person who will be very serious once he gets serious, don't worry."

Yoshiko Okano said so, but she was still a little uncertain in her heart.

Indeed, Bai Fan is a good writer as long as he is serious, but if he is not serious... this guy is simply a pigeon that got rid of his human form.

"That's what I'm really looking forward to. How can the author trained by Mr. Bai be better than us? But speaking of it... Is that guy Takagi a bit too biased?"

Sakurai Misako glanced at the editor in charge of the division that belonged to the daily routine of love.

"Resource tilting in terms of authority is allowed, as long as the editor thinks he can do it, and I have no reason to stop him."

Okano Ryoko frowned, and finally shook her head.

Sakurai Misako stroked her chin, and said with a hey hey smile.

"Forget it, I don't want these things anymore. I said cousin, after get off work today, shall we go for a drink?"

"...You say this with a loli face, as always, it still makes me feel a lot of disobedience."

The corner of Okano Yoshiko's mouth twitched.

"However...you can consider it. It just so happens that I can also call Teacher Bai Fan over. I also want to know about his recent work status."

The two hit it off.

(After taking a nap, then getting up to eat, this is the point...it’s really poisonous, I’m going to visit my grandparents tomorrow, well, so I probably won’t be able to broadcast live tomorrow, I can only update my phone.)

Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety-Four. The Stunned Girl Is Typing

"Bai Fan."

Wugeng Liuli's voice was as cold as ice.

"I personally feel that I should be in the car, not under the car."

"It's okay, I'm famous as the God of Mountain Riders, Juwen, and I never joke around."

Bai Fan sneered twice, and continued to operate the keyboard.

Bang, boom!

Makise Kurisi sitting in the car and Lianhua who had turned into a box clearly saw Wugeng Liuli was hit by Bai Fan's car and died after falling to the ground.

quiet--