Dressing up as a male and female protagonist

He lowered his eyes, moved a little towards Liu Fan calmly, and said inadvertently, "If you're not a true fan, it's not interesting to watch videos that can't be seen at night. It's someone else's signing event anyway. And as long as you work hard , we can also have our own signing event in the future.”

Liu Fan was stunned, looked towards him involuntarily, and noticed how close he was, his heart warmed, and he pretended to relax: "Who am I, there will definitely be such a day in the future."

Liu Fan said so, but he didn't have the slightest idea in his heart.

He's a hard-working writer, with tutoring skills that are getting better and better, but he's not the new kid on the block either.He coded with his love for novels, but where did love come from?It was the first time I saw the text that I came up with the idea of ​​writing it myself.He is also an old bookworm. Although the shortcomings of his own writing may not be obvious, he can feel a little bit.For example, he really can't describe the sense of the scene, maybe because he is too housebound and doesn't like to go out and has no life experience?Anyway, he can't solve this problem now.

Although there are not many such authors now, if you want to become a great author who can publish books and hold book signings, you cannot say that there is no problem with the text, but there must be a sense of scene. Out of passion, how to infect readers?If it can't drive the reader's emotions, why should people buy your account?

He wants to become a great god, I'm afraid it's nowhere in sight.

Naturally, Liu Fan knew all these considerations.He didn't intend to cut off Liu Fan's golden finger, let alone that he couldn't cut off the golden finger if he wanted to.It is said that he is here to counterattack, but he is only saying that he is just here to attack, and there is no need to block Liu Fan's way.

So I just do my best for the sake of comfort.Anyway, maybe after tomorrow, this sentence will come true.

It was this night that Oneiroi and Liu Fan signed an agreement, as long as the plot remains unchanged.

At night, it was a good night's dream, but Liu Fan couldn't sleep.

He can't forget Buye's high spirits, and he can't forget the scene of standing next to Buye at the signing ceremony.

That's right, it's Buye's editor-in-chief, and it's normal for Buye to hold a book signing.

All this made Liu Fan see his insignificance even more clearly.

Fortunately, today's life is still very fulfilling, and Liu Fan, who was not relaxed, finally fell asleep with an irritable mood.

In the dream, an illusory voice talked to him and made a wonderful agreement with him...

Immediately afterwards, he dreamed that he had traveled through time and became the eldest son of a small cultivation family in the cultivation world.

The next day, when he walked out of the bedroom with his messy hair, Liu Fan, who got the house key, had already brought breakfast.

He walked to the living room as if wandering, sat down, was fed a mouthful of buns, and chewed a few mouthfuls. The chewy texture of the buns made him gradually wake up.

Feeling in a daze that something was wrong, after a long while he finally regained his usual calmness and self-control: "Why are you in such good spirits today?"

Hmm... It seems that Liu Fan's temperament has changed, his spirit has changed drastically.Sure enough, the golden finger arrived?Goldfinger has arrived - it's time to open and close the harem...

Thinking this way in his heart, his brain, which had just escaped from the chaos but was still running slowly, didn't take this matter seriously. It was still slowly chewing the buns in its mouth, and then took a sip of soy milk.

Liu Fan was obviously in a good mood, and there was an irresistible look in his eyes: "I am very inspired now. I want to... open a new hole." The dream last night was so real, if it is described, it must be It's a scene.

Putting down the soy milk and picking up another bun, afraid of burning his mouth, he ate it bite by bite carefully. After eating, he finally felt that he had added a little energy and recovered a little energy.

So he finally stopped his chopsticks to look at Liu Fan: "Have you figured it out?"

Liu Fan only worked for a month in the last one. Although Liu Fan is more diligent and faster, but now he has spared so much time to learn how to cook and receive tutoring, and now he only has 30 words.In male frequency texts, this number is definitely not high.Even in some long novels, it can only be regarded as the beginning.

Now that the previous article has just started, Liu Fan is about to start the next article?

Liu Fan also thought of this question, but... the content of the dream was too clear and contagious, as if there was always a voice telling him: write it out, write it out.And as an author who loves writing, he dreamed of such a story and couldn't hold back his desire to write it.

But as an editor, the goddess probably won't support him...

After all, ideals prevailed, Liu Fan looked at the one who stopped, and said seriously: "This time I am really inspired, I think the existing manuscript, and the new article is written smoothly, maybe the old article can be written better."

This time I didn’t answer the conversation, picked up a small steamed bun with chopsticks and ate it, took another sip of soy milk, and then spoke in the same calm voice as usual: “Since you’ve already made up your mind, then write it down.” .”

Just when Liu Fan was feeling a little uneasy about the weird and calm voice as usual, he took another sip of soy milk and continued indifferently: "Besides the relationship between the author and the editor, we can also be regarded as friends. Since you have made up your mind I have nothing to stop me from doing it.”

Liu Fan looked at him suddenly, only saw the eye feathers hanging down like a small fan, but couldn't see the emotion in his eyes.

But such a turning point made Liu Fan's heartbeat speed up and slow down suddenly, and his emotions fluctuated even more.

For the first time, Liu Fan felt that he and his goddess were not only close in the material sense because of housework and tutoring, but also spiritually.

It wasn't unintentional for him to think that the Goddess of Brain Compensation had treated him before. In fact, he still had some inferiority complex intellectually, knowing that it was impossible, just crooked.But now, he really felt that he was close to the goddess in spirit...

Thousands of words, Liu Fan only said one sentence: "I will write well."

I will not live up to your words today, no matter whether you have expectations for me or not.

He didn't speak, just finished drinking the bowl of soy milk quietly, wondering if he took this sentence to heart.

This morning, Liu Fan put down the article he was updating, and went to code the dream from last night first.

When writing the title of "Xianyuan", Liu Fan took a deep breath, and involuntarily looked at the person who was holding a notebook and working at the desk.

Although Liu Fan doesn't go out very much, he doesn't know everything. He has heard that editors usually work in the office. He doesn't know why he can work at home, and he doesn't really want to know.Perhaps, he thought that reason would make them farther apart.He never paid attention to those either.

Now all he cares about is the delicate profile.

Under the light halo, the fair face glowed softly, making people intoxicated.

A goddess is a goddess, and the side face is so beautiful.I don't know how many people have been moved by this face.He was, and was, one of many people.I don't know how many people can see the tenderness behind this expressionless face, but at least he knows that the current self is moved by this tenderness.

One day, he will also become the pride of the goddess, an existence more worthy of pride than Buye.

That inexplicable voice, that clear dream, may be an excellent opportunity.

Liu Fan turned his head and started typing seriously.

Liu Fan, who was serious about coding, naturally wouldn't see it, and the moment he turned his head, he also looked over.

He looked down at his computer screen again, and silently pulled the corners of his lips.

On the screen, it was neither a work page nor a chat dialog box, but——the original plot summary of this Ma Wen.

In fact, a lot has changed, right?Although he has low self-esteem, he also has a paradoxical masculinity. Now he can do a lot of housework and cook well.And value his opinion.

Of course it is.How could he do otherwise?

Still, it's okay not to change.

He's gonna get this guy to change.

If this guy made him unable to complete the task, or if he insisted on completing the task through the first route, then he would try his best to fail to complete the task, and he would beat this guy violently, at least make this guy paralyzed and regret it forever.Although this would destroy his record of completing all missions, anyway, the Ruanruan boss cheated him like this, and seeing him fail in such a mission, there is nothing he can do about it, right?

Liu Fan didn't know that his goddess had thought of something that didn't fit his appearance of coldness on the outside and hotness on the inside, and he was still concentrating on fulfilling his dream and becoming the pride of the goddess and trying hard to type.

With a golden finger and concentrated on coding, Liu Fan's results will naturally not be bad.

Helping Liu Fan read the article in the afternoon, he nodded slightly.

As an editor this time, he has read a lot of various articles, needless to say his vision.This new article is clearly written better than the old article, which can be called a qualitative leap.

Without him, Liu Fan probably wrote this article from his own perspective because he traveled directly in a dream this time, and he has a very real feeling for the protagonist, and the description is very touching.In addition, Liu Fan also has several years of writing experience, and he is familiar with setting the original plot from the perspective of the absence of the protagonist, and the whole article is forced to go up.

In particular, there has always been a market for male-frequent literary and refreshing literature, and the popularity of this kind of literature that can arouse readers' emotions will definitely not be bad.

However, making Liu Fan too proud is not what he wants to see.

These days, I have devoted myself to tutoring Liu Fan, and Liu Fan's talent is not bad, so it is difficult to find obvious problems in the writing.Of course, if you find it, as a teacher, you will be very upset.

If there is no problem with the writing, do you think he can't attack this guy?

Glancing at Liu Fan, he asked a simple and rude question: "Have the foreshadowing and follow-up outline been written?"

Liu Fan's expression of anticipation and faint joy and complacency froze instantly.

Although the dream was very long, probably because it was too detailed, it was not, no, complete, complete, ah!

As for the foreshadowing and outline, he just described the dream, who knows what the hell it is? !

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Liu Xiaofan [excited.jpg]: Of course I can finally be your greatest pride!

Ranran [peaceful glance]: The greatest pride?

Liu Xiaofan [shy]: Now I have defeated Buye and become your most popular writer.

Ranran[Indifference.jpg]: Heh.

Ranran entered her name into Baidu Encyclopedia with a blank face.

Liu Xiaofan took a closer look at the information about it:

The youngest, Baba, Baba, is named Baba, Baba, and is the author of Bababababa...

Even ignoring the goddess' wealth, the goddess' works and popularity blinded Goufan's titanium alloy eyes.

Click on an article by the goddess, and a series of "wife, I want to give birth to you a monkey" and "wife loves you for 1 years" have been swiped on the screen.

Liu Xiaofan seemed to hear a system prompt in his ear:

——A wave of rivals is coming to you.

—Rivals kick you away and take away your sweetheart.

Liu Xiaofan's heart tightened, his vision was dark.

The newly-promoted master of a certain point, Fan Yutianxia, ​​died at home due to a heart attack on xx, xx, xxxx.

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233333 This small theater is my favorite among the few I wrote. I can’t help myself when I write and think of Plants vs. Zombies...

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