Sister, Shut Up!

"You haven't said the name of the game yet."

"You don't know how to play, don't ask!"

"Is it the female-oriented one? The player controls the female perspective, and then attacks the male character?"

"Don't ask so many questions, just concentrate."

"Senior sister, you learn from me like this, take materials from me, put the male character you drew into the game, and be attacked by other girls, you won't be jealous, will you?"

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"Then you usually draw materials from me and write them into your novels. Is it possible that readers will be jealous if they call the heroine's wife?"

"That's not true." Jiang Miao laughed, suddenly thought of something, and said, "But every time they say that, I really want to show off my senior sister."

"There's nothing to say about that." Su Huai porridge gave him a blank look, thinking he was childish.

"Why is it difficult to say?" Jiang Miao looked serious, "There are several book friends in the group, who dance all day long, and always say that I write so well because I am single."

"Especially the one named [Qiuqiu's Licking Dog], who is the loudest."

"Sister, you will testify for me when the time comes, and I will slap him in the face."

Hearing this, Su Huai porridge tried hard to hold back his laughter, and kicked him: "I'm not as boring as you."

……

After seven o'clock in the evening, Su Huai porridge was collected.

She took a lot of photos of Jiang Miao, saying that she would continue to collect materials in the future, so she completely let him go this time.

However, neither of them was in a hurry to go back to school. After Jiang Miao changed back into her clothes, they went into the guest bedroom together.

One starts coding, and the other sits on the bed and draws.

After entering the state, both of them concentrate on doing their own things without disturbing each other.

I don't know why, but Jiang Miao's coding efficiency tonight is very high. In just one and a half hours, he finished coding today's 4000 characters.

Upload the background, enter the title, add [Writer's Words], and click [Send] after confirming that there is no problem.

Su Huai Porridge immediately received a [Update Reminder] notification.

Picking up the phone and looking at it, Su Huai Porridge was surprised: "Peach Jam is so fast today."

"That's right, I don't even look at who it is." Jiang Miao became proud.

"Then write another chapter?" Su Huai porridge said with a smile, "It's still early."

Jiang Miao: "???"

"Adding more is impossible. 4000 words per day have drained my inspiration."

"Then when will you be able to repay the 21 chapters you still owe to Mr. Baiyin?"

"I will pay it back, I will pay it back."

"It's only 08:30, try to write another chapter before ten o'clock."

"No, no." Jiang Miao shook his head again and again, got up from the chair, threw himself on the bed and turned into a salted fish, "The inspiration has been exhausted, and I need to sleep to replenish it."

"Get up." Su Huai Porridge patted him angrily, "Learn more from the boss who is becoming more and more popular."

"It's not something you can learn if you want to." Jiang Miao turned sideways, looked at the senior sister sitting beside her, rolled her eyes and said, "Unless you can replenish inspiration in time, otherwise it won't work."

"How do I add it?"

"Ahem..." Jiang Miao cleared her throat, sat up from the bed, sat behind Su Huai porridge, put her arms around the senior sister's slender waist with both hands, and asked in her ear, "Senior sister, I promised you earlier." My, if I want to collect materials, you agree, does this count?"

"You, what do you want to do?" Su Huai porridge only felt her ears itch and her body became limp. Jiang Miao hadn't made it clear yet, but various embarrassing images had already appeared in her mind.

"Sister, do you have Hanfu?" Jiang Miao asked expectantly, "Or similar ancient costumes are fine."

"Well... yes." Su Huai porridge recalled, she remembered that she had received sketches of ancient costumes before, and indeed bought such clothes, "Do you want me to wear this? What does this have to do with your materials?" ?”

"I'm going to write a story about the Qixi Festival recently. The hero will buy Hanfu for the heroine." Jiang Miao said solemnly, "But I haven't seen the appearance of wearing a Hanfu with my own eyes, so I need to draw materials."

Su Huai Congee couldn't refuse, she bit her lip and nodded in agreement.

In fact, I can't wait.

"Then I'll look for it, I don't know if I can find it."

Saying that, Su Huai Porridge quickly got up and ran to the bedroom to look through the closet.

In short, it's just a collection of materials, it's not that she really wants to wear it for her juniors to see.

She just wants to see a better plot of the novel!

Everything is for book friends!

149. You are only as good as this mouth

Su Huai porridge went to the bedroom to look for clothes. After searching for more than 20 minutes, she still hasn't come back.

Jiang Miao waited in the guest bedroom, waiting for the senior sister to come back while swimming in the water.

As a result, after being in the water for such a long time, there was still no movement next door, Jiang Miao suddenly became puzzled.

Couldn't the senior sister agree verbally, and then hide in the bedroom to regret it?

Thinking of this, Jiang Miao immediately abandoned the readers in the book friend group, got up and walked towards the master bedroom.

Without opening the door hastily, Jiang Miao knocked on the bedroom door and asked, "Sister, did you not find the Hanfu?"

"Ah...ah?" Su Huai Congee's voice came out in a daze, and he hurriedly explained, "No! Just wait a little longer! It will be ready soon!"

"Then I'll wait for you in the living room." Jiang Miao said, then walked to the sofa and sat down, intending to wait for a while.

Anyway, it's only before nine o'clock, and it's still early before the dormitory building closes at 10:30, so there's no rush.

So Jiang Miao simply took out his mobile phone, clicked on the APP that he usually uses to write outlines, and planned to sort out some details of the follow-up plot.

To be honest, when he first started the book, after confirming that the subject matter was Bizhan + Dog Food, he thought it should be easy to write the plot.

After all, he doesn't need to think about the content of the video, there are ready-made materials from the up master, which can be regarded as an alternative entertainment.

Then, according to the most common three-act plot structure, the plot and rhythm are controlled.

But now, Jiang Miao knew that she was still too immature.

Because there is a big difference in writing between traditional urban essays and daily dog ​​food essays.

When writing daily dog ​​food articles, as long as the heroine does not appear in a chapter, readers will be sprayed with water, because they come to eat dog food when they read this book.

Readers don't have the patience to watch the plot related to your beep station video, including the villain's slap in the face that should be in traditional entertainment, which are all points that need to be avoided in daily literature.

Of course, there are still books that can combine traditional entertainment and dog food literature, regulate their respective ratios, and reasonably control the plot.

For example, "My Wife is the Queen of Music".

Another example is "This Star Comes from Parallel Time and Space".

All good examples.

However, Jiang Miao's current writing power is obviously not able to support the two-way parallelism of the career line and the relationship line, and cooperate with each other to promote each other without guaranteeing that they will not collapse.

Jiang Miao is always complacent whenever he sees that his background has booked more than 4000 results.

But when he opened the books of those big bosses, chapter by chapter, and saw the clues and foreshadowing, the delicate and seductive foreshadowing, and the emotional outburst of the climax, he realized his own limitations.

It was a desire to improve.

For text creators, the pictures and plots in their minds are often wonderful.

But the expressive power of words is limited.

In other words, the creator's ability to express is limited.

If the pictures and plots in a person's mind can be scored 100 points.

After falling to the end of the pen to form characters, it is likely that there are only 60 points left.

Then it is transmitted to the readers' minds in the form of words, and after forming a new picture, there may be only 20 points left.

Therefore, the author's recognition of the plot is often very different from that of the reader.

The difference here lies in the ability to express words.

This idea is worthless.

The skill that an author can really rely on, and what can be relied on to grow old, is the ability to express words.

Abstractly speaking, it can be writing, or writing style, writing strength, or more specific foreshadowing, the use of foreshadowing, and the understanding of grass snakes and gray lines.

It can be a point or a metaphor for the situation, a simple but suitable stalk, or a joke that makes people laugh and enhances the sense of substitution.

All of these, combined, are the author's weapon and the guarantee for maintaining the efficiency of content transmission.

The only thing the author has to do is to convey the things in his mind to the readers' minds as completely and clearly as possible through words.

So that the 100-point plot can be 100% received by readers through the original text.

Jiang Miao is still far from reaching this state.

It can be said that he was lucky to be able to write a fine book of daily literature, and happened to come across a subject that was easier for him to maintain his ability to express in words.

This is also the reason why many authors fail in transformation.

Because an author in a subject, his expressive ability may be extremely strong.

But if you change the subject matter, you may become Mengxin again, unable to express the expressive ability of words.

As a result, the plot that I thought was wonderful was exhausted in the process of text transmission, and readers couldn't receive the excitement it should have at all.

Jiang Miao is still very self-aware about this.

He knows he still has a long way to go.

Even if the grades are good, it is even better than many old authors.

But this is far from enough. He still needs to continue to learn and improve, so as to ensure that he will never fall behind on the road of future creation.

……

But Jiang Miao, who was immersed in revising the detailed outline and self-examination, didn't know that Su Huai Porridge in the bedroom was once again caught in a dilemma.