The giant is me

The teenager on the other end of the communication just curled the corner of his mouth: "It just doesn't feel good."

"It's not quite right," Gongsun Liu pinched the base of his nose, and the instinct of the proud son of heaven rejected this outsider, "His smile has been floating on the surface, not sincere, there are too many things in his eyes, It seems to be asking for me."

Tang Ying nodded: "But the other party's purpose is not yet clear, let's observe now."

Gongsun Liu clicked his tongue lightly, he was born in a noble family, he was used to reckless behavior, he didn't approve of the young apprentice's attitude, but he didn't object, he took the bloody essays on the bookshelf and started to read.

"However, teacher," Tang Ying interrupted his happiness, still smiling sweetly, revealing two small dimples, but what he said was like a devil whispering, "Is it time to write your book now?"

Gongsun Liu:!

His eyes widened in an instant, showing a moment of bewilderment and guilt, and then he turned into a look of righteousness, calmly looking at the novel in hand: "Don't you still need to find some inspiration?"

Tang Xiaoying: "I remember the last time you took me out on a trip, you also had the same reason."

In order to help you find inspiration, I also changed dozens of outfits for you to take pictures!Includes princess dresses!

Gongsun Liu also remembered this scene, and coughed dryly: "Because the previous inspiration has been used up, so I need to find a new one. I wrote [-] words last night, but my brain crashed, and the whole manuscript disappeared!"

He covered his face, burst into unprecedented acting skills in an instant, and burst into tears: "I must go to complain to Optical Brain Company, this is absolutely an unwarranted disaster, force majeure."

Tang Xiaoying showed a sympathetic expression and said softly, "Ah, that's really tragic, teacher, don't worry."

Gongsun Liu breathed a sigh of relief just now, when he looked up, he saw his little apprentice with a sullen little face showing a sneer.

Sure enough, he calmly pulled out a document and added another record on the form: "Teacher, you don't think I will say that, do you?"

"Look," Tang Xiaoying took out the record and pointed to the top 3 reasons, "Teacher, you have used this reason ten times. I don't believe that the optical brain is so easy to break. After all, it was my second brother who made it himself." Modified. Don’t say that you are not feeling well, the health monitor that comes with your official brain will send an alarm to me when you are not feeling well. Don’t say that the Zerg has invaded..."

The young man covered his forehead, helpless: "I was captured by aliens who have not been discovered yet, and I just escaped back, so I can't write. This reason is used to deceive children!"

Gongsun Liu smiled awkwardly, and muttered a few words in a low voice: "It's true that the bigger you are, the less cute you are, and the bigger you are, the harder it is to lie."

"Anyway, the editor is already urging the manuscript," Tang Ying said with a final word, "Teacher, wait for me at home. I have opened a room in the hotel in Crons Valley, and I will send you in to write for a while."

"and many more!"

Tong Xu hung up, and at the same time, the doors and windows of Gongsun Liu's house were also instantly blocked, and the home robot lit up red, staring at the pigeon Benge who might abscond at any time.

Without further ado, Tang Ying changed his clothes, boarded the airship, and hurried to the teacher's house.

He and his teacher met in junior high school. At that time, all his study and education were under the supervision of his second brother. His talent in oil painting was also kept in mind by his second brother. He even used some connections to get him a national painting Tickets for the game.

Originally, Tang Ying just wanted to be a salted fish. He has worked diligently in the fast-traveling world for many years. Wouldn't it be nice for him to retire?However, after all, because of the kindness of the second brother, he had no choice but to give full play to it. Because of this, a painting was remembered by Gongsun Liu, a professor at the Capital University, and he was accepted as a disciple.

The first meeting between the two was quite beautiful, and it can be called a filial piety between a teacher and an apprentice. At that time, Gongsun Liu published a short story in a magazine for the first time.

Gongsun Liu was originally from a scholarly family, and under the influence of his ears and eyes, he has been quite famous in the cultural circle since he was a child. After this incident, the reputation of both literature and painting has spread throughout the empire, and countless publishing houses have come to ask Gongsun Liu to publish his works.

"However, I don't intend to continue to create short stories in the future, but I want to devote my energy to long stories. Please look forward to my next work." Gongsun Liu declined the invitation of several well-known magazine columnists. It says so on the website.

Tang Ying, who was still very naive back then: That’s right, since the debut novel shocked the world, the teacher quickly created an epoch-making novel, which described a magnificent era with a wonderful pen. It shatters people's sense of security, reveals the absurdity of being ridiculous and crying, and points out the essence of life. The more you focus on the details, the more you see the truth.

The cub swears: [Tong, the teacher must be the most reassuring one, the five favored sons of heaven will soon embark on the destined path, and let me retire! ]

The system has an ominous premonition: [I hope. ]

one year later.

Cub Tang: "Teacher, are you still writing your work?"

Gongsun Liu's face was full of kindness: "The outline has been written."

Two years later.

Cub Tang: "Teacher, when will your work be published?"

Gongsun Liu looked around and said to him: "Apprentice, let's talk about the main techniques of oil painting."

Three years later.

Tang Xiaoying met the editor who went to Gongsun's house to press for the manuscript: "?"

The editor with black eyes sat down, put the huge bag aside, and drank a cup of tea served by Tang Ying: "Thank you, is your teacher at home?"

The cub's golden eyes were confused: "Teacher? He was called to a meeting by the school just now."

"Made!" The editor lost control of his emotions, slammed the table hard, and spit out the bitterness in his heart, "It was agreed that it will be finished this year, but the first volume has not been seen yet."

He opened his schoolbag and began to complain about the behavior of this pigeon spirit: "Every time I come to press for a manuscript, the first sentence must be to ask me to go out and buy him a mint. If I don't buy it, I won't be inspired to write. If I buy it, I will say that the brand is wrong. Is he a cat, without catnip, there is no inspiration? So I have prepared all kinds of mints in this pack."

"In addition, I also prepared a brand new optical brain. I should tell him that the optical brain is broken, and I prepared..." As the editor spoke, the schoolbag was overturned, and a roll of tape and shackles appeared.

Tang Xiaoying: ...

The two looked at each other, and the editor laughed dryly and put away the prohibited items: "Some special measures must be taken when necessary."

It seems that the teacher is not an ordinary drafter.

He asked curiously, "How many works has the teacher written?"

The editor is sad: "It is estimated that 120 million words will be published in five volumes. He has written [-] words in the past three years."

"Okay, I see, I will help the teacher." The cub on the opposite side suddenly laughed, sending chills down the editor's back.

[Tong, this day has indeed come, I am no longer a human being! ]

The system silently lit the wax for Gongsun Liu.

Since then, the well-behaved and pleasant little apprentice in Gongsun Liu's mind has directly evolved into a master of manuscripts, forcing Gongsun Liu to hurry up and write at the speed of one volume a year.

The work is the same as the original work. Since the publication of the first volume, with its characteristics of appealing to both refined and popular tastes, it has quickly become popular all over the universe. A large number of related forums and support clubs have been established. Fan works emerge in endlessly, and voices discussing the plot can be seen everywhere. Finish all the next plots!

Gongsun Liu: Oh, so my writing is so good, it is not a good thing to be urged to write.

However, when the aggressive Tang Xiaoying arrived at Gongsun's house, he was greeted by an empty house, and a certain pigeon spirit had already slipped away.

familiar ending.

It is also impossible for Tang Ying to really restrict personal freedom, sighed, thinking that Guan Xiaoheiwu has completely lost its effect, and now urgently needs to press for a new plan.

Why is this pigeon spirit so unscrupulous?Doesn't it mean that everyone is begging him to write a manuscript, and in this case, he can only treat him in his own way.

Fight pigeons with pigeons!

Recalling his teacher's inability to stop all kinds of goofy novels, Tang Xiaoying sneered, boarded Zhibai's account, registered an author in a certain literature city that the teacher liked best, and wrote the title of the new book cracklingly. After thinking for a moment, he simply opened more simultaneously , covering all aspects of teacher preferences.

"About Love", "The Cage of Love", "The President's Ten Billion Bride", "After I die, the scumbags will regret it"

A total of five books, whether it is a scumbag crematorium or a robbery, whether it is a literary sadness or a cool style, are all handled and arranged.

Besides, even though he didn't speak out when facing the teacher, the appearance of that An Bai really gave Tang Ying an ominous premonition.

He had heard from his teacher that he had recently accepted a student who was born in a poor family. His previous interest had always been in astronomy. As a result, he took the postgraduate entrance examination directly to art, and discovered his true talent. He was very talented.

Usually this kind of person is the favored child of heaven, Tang Ying wanted to meet this fellow from the same family, but he didn't expect to meet him directly without waiting for the teacher's introduction, or just cut off the key plot of the original novel.

Coupled with the fact that the teacher himself felt that the other party's purpose was impure, and he didn't look like a talented painter with a pure heart in his paintings, Tang Ying had to make a very bad guess: [Tong, has the test on An Bai been completed? ]

System: [Host, there are unknown fluctuations on An Bai's body, which should be the place of time and space attached to the process of time travel. In addition, there may be...systems on him. ]

Snapped.

Sure enough, the lord god is not dead, and it is very likely that he will not let this world go, and has already sent time travelers to seize luck.

Tang Ying broke off the paintbrush in his hand, and had countless plans to destroy the corpse and wipe out the traces in his mind. However, the Chosen One has not yet entered the stage of the plot, and the barriers of the world are weak.

He pondered for a moment, and a plan had already been formed in his mind—he still had to deal with the fast-traveler through the hands of the Chosen One.

"Ah--" Qi Che sneezed for no reason, subconsciously rubbing the tip of his nose.

The senior beside him grinned and bumped his arm: "I tell you to work so hard, stay up late on patrol to finish the work, if you really catch a cold, you won't be able to go to military training."

Qi Che glanced at him, calmly did a full body check, put the data into a folder, and submitted the application for a military training instructor.

This time, the capital university's military training is most likely to be with them. Although they can't send Xiaoying to college in person, it is good to participate in the military training together.

There was a faint smile on Qi Che's face, and when his senior wanted to take a closer look in disbelief, he said meanly, "Let's go, we're assembled."