How I was forced to be a boss

Again, I am a Su Shuangtian writer.It’s the kind where readers just follow me without thinking about Su Shuang and it’s over.

Yet my editor and publisher owner seem to have other understandings of me.Oh, and my readers.

When I first met my honest editor, he was momentarily taken aback by my age.To be honest, it is really strange for teenagers to write about love and love, but can you understand the pain of not having enough food!Otherwise, I don't want to act so strange!

"Are you Teacher Zhuxi?"

"it's me."

I thought he was going to doubt it again, but I didn't expect him to quickly accept the fact that his author is a minor.

"Teacher Zhuxi is very talented in writing." He said with a smile.

I think the world is very strange.

In fact, I was ready to face doubts and doubts, how to solve them, even until I signed the contract, I was still in this kind of doubts about life.My contract had no pitfalls, and my prepared bargains were useless.

Before coming here, he checked the relevant laws for authors of my age, etc., and he said more detailed than I checked.

"Because I still hope that Teacher Zhuxi will continue to contribute articles to our company." The man smiled honestly and honestly.

This is amazing.

This was a very novel experience for me.So I gave up my original plan and planned to write a short story first.

【This world is full of traps.

In addition to the inherent dangers, everyone has the dual identities of hunter and prey.Therefore, if you want to live well, you must be extremely careful.Otherwise, the hunters who smell blood will swarm you and tear you apart, leaving nothing left.

First, you need to hide your identity as a hunter and make yourself look like harmless prey.Then, sneakily point the gun at everyone who comes near you.No, even if you don't have to hunt other people for a living, you have to protect yourself from these hunters masquerading as game.You just, to survive.

You are a good hunter, growing up, and even though you haven't fired a gun, you never let your guard down. 】

As I write this, I am a little excited.This is the first novel I wrote that has nothing to do with love.In my conception, he should be a short absurd and funny short story that is not too long. A protagonist who is very defensive lives in a world where everyone acts as a good person. Ironic story.

I think this is a story in which the protagonist can play the meme of "Is it just me who thinks so" after writing. If there is a bullet screen, it will be full of "You are not alone", so my protagonist does not need Name, he is every reader of mine who reads this article.

【…

The girl who lowered her head and smiled shyly handed you a lunch box. She is your junior sister who lost to you in the election for the lab seat last week.This is the first time you have received a confession from a girl when you grow up.You smiled a little embarrassedly and took the bento.

You look like a very healthy young man.But that's just your disguise.

Your heart is secretly vigilant.

Why do I like you?She might just be having fun, or she might just be angry.

You plan to get along with her to see.But you are always ready for this cunning hunter to shoot.In your mind, you both have your guns pointed at each other's backs.

...]

After writing the protagonist's childhood to his first relationship in college, I took a break.I think my protagonist is a bit cute, obviously the freshman on campus just made up a strong love story by himself.

【…

You're ready to face her possible betrayal, deceit, and scrutiny from her parents.

However, she is gentle and caring, and her parents are also caring for you.

For two years, she hasn't done anything, but your spirit is becoming more and more tense.In the end, you have to admit that you are not as good as this patient hunter and choose to break up with her.

The girl cried bitterly and asked you why, and you apologized to her helplessly and gently.My heart suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.You have to admit with a sense of shame that there are hunters in this world who are far better than you.

A week later, you meet her again at a convenience store near your home.She nestled happily next to a man.She's not sad anymore, which is good.You hurried away, passing her, she didn't notice you.

You feel that you are in a hurry, as if someone is urging you, everyone is rushing through their own life process, rushing to the next one in the past, and discarding the broken one, as if you just want to rush to the end It's like winning, no one stays.

……

The seniors in your company always guide you patiently and help you.Your heart is getting more and more confused.You prepared a lot of things before coming here.How to deal with the harsh demands and oppression of the boss, how to deal with the competition and bullying among colleagues, these are all reasonable choices for each other to pursue their own interests.It's their "gun," and you've armed yourself with your own responses.

But nothing happened.

No one gives for free.You think so.

The two of you who are still close and intimate at the moment have actually never contacted outside the company.You have completely lost touch with your colleagues at your last company.Each other is just an unimportant part of life that is about to be discarded.

...]

In the middle, I added a lot of various fraud cases I saw in my previous life as the protagonist's own imagination. Even daily life activities are actually full of various lies, ranging from small advertisements to large marketing.New concepts are constantly implanted in people's minds to allow those with vested interests to satisfy their desires.I hope that my readers who read this short story can at least be wary of the more obvious ones with big losses.

After writing this part, I'm actually a little stuck.Then seeing that the number of words was about the same, I decided to finish him.Anyway, it's a short story.As for how to end, friends, let's find out

【…

You are sick, a very serious illness, but the company did not fire you, but comforted you well, allowing you to recuperate with peace of mind.

You hesitate to take up your weapon again.Be prepared to deal with criticism from parents or relatives.

However, even if you can no longer support this family, become the pride of this family, and bring a heavy financial burden, they still take care of you without complaint or regret.

Your mother comforted you and said: "Your colleague called to express condolences to you, and your company also organized a donation for you. Don't worry, everything will be fine. There are still many good people in this world."

You responded with a weak and gentle smile: "Yes, there are still many good people in this world."

But your heart became more and more uncertain.You become restless.The disease that could have been cured became more and more serious.

Once you vaguely heard a relative who encouraged you not to give up sincerely say to your parents: "Give up, when will this money go to waste, you two still have to live, give up quickly and save some money for retirement."

You hear your mother crying, "But he's my son!"

"And... still half of the donations have not been received, so give up at this time..."

"It's good to have these. If your son knows that he can win these for you in the end, he will be able to leave with more peace of mind."

When lying on the bed drowsily, you think, what is wrong with this world.

……

You are sick to death.

Even so, your mind is still full of doubts.You don't understand why, as an excellent hunter, you didn't fire a shot until you died.

Your breathing is getting harder, your vision is blurred, your mind is no longer clear, and you can no longer tighten the strings in your brain.In a trance, you heard the mournful cries of your parents.You think, everyone is rushing to the finish line, as if whoever reaches the finish line first wins, but you suddenly walk ahead of everyone.

You, who lost your ability to think, suddenly understood at the last moment of your life.

It turns out that from beginning to end, you are the only one with a gun.

But it's okay.

you win. 】

I think something is wrong.I wanted to write a funny little essay.From the bottom of my heart, I felt that the preparations I made to meet the editor that day were funny, and I really felt from the bottom of my heart that there are still many good people in the world.It's weird to write it out.

But I will not change it. You must not know how painful it is to change a handwritten manuscript. I can insist on finishing it because of love.I plan to take it directly to the editor, and he will post it if he thinks it is okay, and throw it away if it is not.Anyway, my momentary enthusiasm has been consumed.If my essays have life, I think I must be a domineering president with such feelings for them, the kind who throw away after use.

After a week, my Candide editor and I met again.He brought me a copy of "Fate", with a Mobius ring printed on the cover, and a very Japanese-style title that is eye-catching and unusual-Salvation of thousands of times is my inseparable longing for freedom.

Is it that exaggerated...

"Obviously Teacher Zhuxi wrote it himself." Did I actually spit it out?

I threw the book aside with a guilty conscience, and handed him the new manuscript. He seemed very happy, probably not having brought such a hard-working author like me.

He looked a little different from the last time we saw him.He respectfully took my manuscript and said, "Please allow me to read it."

I nodded casually, and then drank my fat house happy water to browse the forum.

The most popular posts on the forum turned out to be discussion posts on "Destiny".

I randomly clicked on a post titled "Love of Songdo".

[landlord

After watching the recent popular "Destiny", I want to briefly chat with you.First of all, I don't know how many people like me were deceived by the long-term love in the early stage, and the tears were almost shed in the later stage.But if you muster up the courage to read it again, you will find that "Destiny" is not about love.As written on the cover, what Ms. Matsushima is really pursuing is the power of free choice, an attempt to break free from fate.She must have loved Mr. Fukuyama, but is this love really enough to support her through countless reincarnations?She just wanted to give herself a chance to choose, instead of being forced to separate like this.In the later stage, Mr. Fukuyama has almost become a symbol, an excuse.

The book "Fate" is more like a game between the author and the protagonist, and Fukuyama is more like a bargaining chip for both parties.Especially in the ending paragraph, the author directly talks to the protagonist as the incarnation of fate.We all know that this book ends in tragedy. Ms. Matsushima failed to break free from the shackles of fate and gain real freedom. She may even go crazy in the end, or be frozen to death in the snow, but her unwillingness The attitude of struggling and struggling really shocked me.

Finally, in the book "Destiny", it can be said that the biggest villain is actually the author, Mr. Takenishi himself. The kind of malicious play really runs through the whole text, and the feeling that all the thoughts and actions of the heroine are under control brings into the The protagonist's words are really desperate,!

Everyone is welcome to discuss together~]

The author has something to say: Determined to update daily.Trying to fill up my dropbox right now.

At present, there are manuscripts that can be stored for a longer period of time haha, don’t be afraid, you can collect them!