Sister, Shut Up!

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[Miao Miao Xi Yu Huai]: You obviously start as a commoner, and there are many difficulties in life to write about, but you seem to like to write all kinds of details of life in the Tang Dynasty, and the writing is very detailed, but it is not close to the main plot of the protagonist. It doesn't matter.

[Miao Miao Xi Yu Huai]: But the writing is good, very historical.

The last sentence is the most commonly used cliché in the Internet circle.

Because many people simply think that good writing is just a pile of rhetoric, and they can't wait to add very rich modifiers to every noun.

So I really can't find the advantages of others, so I can only praise a good writing.

In fact, the subtext is that your writing is very poor.

For example, a description of the environment - "Dim dots of stars are dotted on the night sky like a stage curtain, and under the bustling urban night sky, cars speeding in a hurry shuttle through the streets that are densely packed like a honeycomb. On the road, the protagonist is walking on the side of the street..."

I wrote a long list, but it has nothing to do with the plot.

According to the habit of the old author, such a long paragraph in front can be clearly written directly as "Under the night, there is a lot of traffic, and the protagonist is walking on the street of the bustling city...".

Wang Zi probably made such a mistake, outlining a lot of useless details, which seems to be full of content, but in fact, the content of nearly ten thousand words can be summed up in just one sentence.

——The male protagonist travels through the Tang Dynasty to become a commoner. His life is a bit bitter, and he needs to obtain fame.

[Miao Miao Xi Yu Huai]: The novel tells a story, and all words serve the story.

[Miao Miao Xi Yu Huai]: If you follow the website's signing standards, you probably won't even be able to pass the draft.

After finishing the call, Jiang Miao immediately regretted it.

It's just that I usually read the beginning too much for the author group, and my mouth started to complain habitually, and I couldn't stop it.

After saying this, Wang Zi was afraid that he would be criticized so badly that he would give up writing novels, right?

But Wang Xin has a good temper.

【Wash your hands frequently】: Then do you have any suggestions for modification?

Jiang Miao was a little surprised, but said anyway.

[Miao Miao Xi Yu Huai]: All descriptions unrelated to the main story have been deleted, and the plot is quickly entered.

[Miao Miao Xi Yu Huai]: At the beginning, explain clearly the dynasty the protagonist traveled through, and then explain the protagonist's gold finger, which can be the protagonist's original professional skills, modern advanced knowledge, or what jade pendant, bracelet, etc. treasures, or even go directly to the system.

[Miao Miao Xi Yu Huai]: Then briefly mention some disadvantages of the current dynasty, and then it happens that your golden finger is capable of changing, giving readers a general plot development direction, and confirming the sense of expectation.

[Miao Miao Xi Yu Huai]: After that, it is to give the protagonist's initial predicament, which can be to slightly improve the backward living environment, or it can be to obtain fame, initially improve the protagonist's own learning conditions, etc.

[Miao Miao Xi Yu Huai]; and then use the golden finger initially to let the protagonist solve the predicament, then the next predicament, and then continue to solve the predicament, one after another, and the cycle continues.

[Wash your hands frequently]: Got it, I'll change it again.

After chatting with Wang Zi, Jiang Miao's expression was a little weird.

It's also interesting to say, but he never thought that because his novel was exposed to his roommate, the roommate actually fell in love with reading online articles, and even planned to try to write it himself.

It's a pity that Jiang Miao doesn't have much research on historical texts, and Wang Xin has to conceive the specific plot by himself.

Fortunately, there are some commonalities in some aspects of the web articles, and Jiang Miao can barely guide it if it is just the beginning.

"Peach Jam!"

Just when Jiang Miao was feeling emotional, Su Huai Porridge's shout suddenly came from outside the door.

Then there was a series of hurried footsteps of naked feet stepping on the floor, Jiang Miao watched Su Huai porridge running in from the outside, with an excited look on his face, his little face was flushed.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Miao looked puzzled.

"Look!" Su Huai porridge clicked on a screenshot, and the content on it was displayed in front of Jiang Miao's eyes, "Your book has won the title of [-]th rookie!"

Jiang Miao glanced at it, and found that it was really the result of the essay award of [One Emperor and Four Emperors]. He took out his mobile phone and logged in to the writer's assistant to see that the announcement had indeed been made.

This light novel classification has been running for several years, and each issue basically includes the best 21 original novels of this year's light novels.

No Error Novel Network

The minimum guarantee is a boutique result of 3000 uniform orders.

But if you want to get the title of one emperor and four emperors at a higher level, you have to start at least ten thousand times to have a chance.

Peach Butter isn't even close yet.

But for him, an old Pujie, to be awarded the title of a [-]th rookie is already a pleasant surprise.

"The reward is a guarantee of [-], and a cash reward of [-]." Su Huai Porridge looked at the prize and said, "Isn't there [-] to get?"

"Not so much, only [-] cash rewards can be obtained." Jiang Miao explained with a smile.

"Ah?" Su Huai Congee was taken aback for a moment, "Then what is this [-] guarantee money?"

"It's said to be guaranteed, that is to say, if I haven't earned enough [-] manuscript fees after finishing this book, then the website will make up the less than [-] for me."

Jiang Miao curled her lips, "But in fact, the books that can be selected are all high-quality products. After finishing the book, they can earn more than [-] yuan. The guarantee it gives is useless at all."

"It's too picky." Su Huai porridge smacked his lips, feeling a sudden pain in his heart, feeling that 5 yuan flew away inexplicably.

Jiang Miao looked through QQ and found that many people had forwarded the results of the essay call, and there were people in the author group and book friend group congratulating him.

He responded one by one, and even sent some red envelopes. The bonus of 1 yuan had already begun to shrink before he got it.

"Hiss..." Su Huai porridge finally came to his senses at this time, he ran over without socks and slippers, and was still stepping on the floor with his bare feet, "It's so cold..."

It was just approaching the end of March, and the temperature was not too high. Su Huai Congee tiptoed and planned to sneak back to his bedroom.

But before he left, he was pulled into his arms by his junior.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Su Huai Porridge was taken aback, and sat straight on Jiang Miao's lap.

"Senior sister, are you cold?" Jiang Miao lifted the blanket that usually covered her body with code words, and then wrapped her senior sister in.

Wrapped in a warm blanket, Su Huai Porridge stopped struggling, and leaned obediently in his junior's arms, sitting on his lap.

"Lift up your legs too, it's warm inside." Jiang Miao urged, looking at Su Huai Congee's two slender, white and tender legs.

Su Huaipu didn't doubt that he was there, so he bent his legs, stepped on the edge of the chair with his feet, and curled up into Jiang Miao's arms.

Fortunately, Jiang Miao's chair is a reclining chair specially bought for him by Su Huai porridge. It can adjust the angle of lying on his back, and the chair surface is wider than ordinary chairs.

Sitting on the student's body, with his feet stepping on the chair, Su Huai Porridge could just half-ly lie in Jiang Miao's arms more comfortably.

It was already Sunday night, and Jiang Miao had finished writing today's 4000-word update in the afternoon, and claimed to have been writing the outline of the third volume in the evening.

As a result, Su Huai Porridge looked at the interface of the computer screen, and found that it was full of videos of BEE stations being opened.

Feeling the student's thief's hand under the blanket, coming to his thigh along his slender waist, Su Huai porridge held his thief's hand outside the blanket, and hummed: "This is what someone said when writing Outline?"

Su Huai Porridge had already taken a shower at night, and now she was only wearing a very short blue nightgown, the hem of which only reached her knees, and when she sat down with her knees bent, her thighs were completely exposed.

Although they were all covered by blankets, Jiang Miao's hands moved down nimbly and courageously.

After one hand was held down by the senior sister, the other hand smoothly came to the smooth and tender thigh skin.

"I'm collecting material." Jiang Miao said righteously while stroking, "Look at these, they are all videos related to marriage."

"This video of the two-dimensional young lady dancing is also called marriage-related?" Su Huai Porridge couldn't stop this guy's thieves, so he had to let him touch it, his little face gradually turned red, but he still pouted and asked.

"Why doesn't it matter?" Jiang Miao quibbled, "Don't you see that the bullet screens are all called wives? It completely fits the theme related to marriage."

Su Huai porridge was almost laughed at by him, but before she could open her mouth, she felt her feet being grabbed by a big hand, which immediately made her feel like her heart was being gently tickled, and her whole body trembled.

"You, you let go..."

Su Huai porridge curled up her toes subconsciously.

Who knew that Jiang Miao caressed her smooth insteps deliberately, like stroking smooth cream, and even touched her tight toes, helping her smooth them one by one, and even pinched them.

Girls' feet are very sensitive, especially girls like Su Huai porridge who are in love for the first time, they are extremely sensitive to every touch of the body.

Not to mention the special part of jiojio.

Su Huai porridge was pinched by his junior, his whole body was sore and limp, soft and weak, except for staring at him, he had no power to fight back.

Even when he was staring at him, Jiang Miao turned against the general, and his voice was blocked with his lips printed.

Being kissed by his junior while stroking the skin of his thighs, and his feet still being pinched in his palm, Su Huai Porridge's cheeks turned red, as if he was powerless to resist as if he was drunk, and let him manipulate him.

It wasn't until the doorbell rang that the two of them woke up like a dream.

Su Huai Congee fled from Jiang Miao's arms in a panic, his palms seemed to still have warmth.

Although it was just a touch through the pants, it was enough to make Su Huaizhou's cheeks hot for a long time.

Only Jiang Miao lay back on the chair and lamented, feeling that these days are getting more and more difficult.

After finally seizing an opportunity, he was disturbed by the doorbell.

"Who is it?" Jiang Miao followed out angrily, and asked with her head.

"Send the photos." Su Huai porridge took a photo album from the photo shop at the door, turned around after closing the door, and happily shook the photo album in his hand at Jiang Miao, "Come here! Let's take a look." How about it!"

"Didn't you read it yesterday..." Jiang Miao's blood was running hot at this time, and she hadn't completely calmed down yet, and she was still thinking about the softness before.

But Su Huai Porridge didn't care about it, that guy scared her just now, and she didn't dare to touch it again for a while.

So Jiang Miao was dragged to sit on the sofa, and accompanied Su Huai Porridge to look at the wedding photos in the album.

……

In a blink of an eye, time flies by.

October 4, Wednesday.

The sky was clear and the temperature was gradually warming up. Everyone began to wear less clothes.

Although the weather is not yet warm, but walking on the road, you can already see the short skirts and hot pants of the girls.

However, this meant nothing to Xun Liang.

After waking up at 11 o'clock in the morning, he ordered a takeaway, and then wechat Jiang Miao.

[Ranran's dog]: Brother Jiang!Do you order takeout at noon?

[Miao Miao Xi Yu Huai]: Just a little bit, what's the matter?

[Ranran's dog]: nice~ Then you come back from class and help me get takeaway!