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"...The modified beginning is obviously much better than the previous content!"

During the lunch break at school, Hualichun finished reading the manuscript in his hand, raised his head, and happily said to Xiang Kai: "There will be no problem if you continue to write in this direction."

When she read Xiang Kai's manuscript last time, she suggested that Xiang Kai find out what she had written carefully for the first time, and then try to rewrite the beginning of the story.And Xiang Kai did as she said.It's just that he didn't just finish the beginning—he rewrote the first immature [-]-character story in his life from beginning to end.

No matter comparing with the first version of this story, or comparing with Xiang Kai’s first manuscript, the current story has also improved a lot in one go, jumping from D-level to C-level.

Seeing this, Xiang Kai breathed a sigh of relief: "Great. I'm still worried that it will be the same as before, with repeated revisions but no progress at all..."

"Teacher Xiangkai," Hua Lichun asked with some puzzlement, "Last week, I just asked you to try to write the beginning again? But what you gave me today is the complete story. Are you finished writing?"

Xiang Kai was startled for a while, then his eyes shifted to his latest draft in Hualichun's hand, his face felt a little hot.

"I'm...very happy," he admits sheepishly, "during the time when I was constantly being denied, it was clearly my own story, but I couldn't express a single word. At that time, writing also became It's a painful thing, and expressing it has become a terrible and shameful thing. It seems that no one needs my voice, and what I want to say has been worn away in the tug-of-war over the years."

"But now, I'm rewriting what I created for the first time in my life. It feels as if the pure joy of writing has come back, and there is something that I want to tell others. Unknowingly, The new draft is all written."

"Really?" Hualichun couldn't help showing a smile, and handed the manuscript to Xiang Kai again, "That would be great."

"Huali, in fact, I used to always wonder whether being a family member is the privilege of some talented and lucky people." Xiang Kai looked at his manuscript and whispered, "And I am not such a lucky person, so every time , My manuscripts will all be returned, I can’t debut, I can’t get my work recognized, and I can’t rely on food like a professional.”

"At that time, I even thought, why did I write? My life seemed to be unhappy because of it. Before that, although I didn't have one, my life was flat but happy. I might have to give up writing, I can regain my happiness."

"But when I revised this time, I already understood. When I was writing, I was very happy. I remembered the kind of original happiness when I first started writing. I don’t need to think, and it doesn’t matter to me what other people say. I just want to use every minute and every second I have to try my best to live in the world I created.”

"Live there, and ultimately die there."

Hualichun stared at Xiang Kai in a daze.But Xiang Kai was still immersed in his own thoughts.

"This is probably the most primitive and instinctive happiness as a creator. It has been more than ten years since I wrote the first article when I was 20 years old. And I experienced the same share ten years ago again. Feel."

A smile appeared on Xiang Kai's lips: "Maybe I always wanted to be a special person, to be one of the lucky ones. But now, my thinking has changed."

"Even if I can never make my debut and become a professional writer, I am happy enough to be able to experience these things."

Hualichun finally came to his senses.

"A person who creates seriously will die after death," she said softly, "the soul will be greeted by the world and people he created with a smile."

Xiang Kai looked up at her in astonishment, then subconsciously hugged his manuscript tightly, and his eyes became moist.

"It's great to be able to write."

……

The sound of the tip of the pen hitting the manuscript paper resounded repeatedly.In the end, the nib stopped after poking heavily on the paper, blurring the dark circular ink marks.

Xia Youjie looked at his manuscript, thoughtful.

In front of him, in addition to the manuscript of "Suffering in the World", there was also the Bailang Club's newcomer award winning notice, and Hoshino Club's submission reply.The two replies with completely different content formed a stark contrast.

Looking at the manuscript paper in front of him, Xia Youjie's grip on the pen suddenly relaxed.

"never mind."

He leaned on the back of the chair and let out a long breath, "I'm obviously a magician, but I'm not home, why should I think about these..."

It should be easier if you give up these things.Sticking to things that you shouldn't do will only add to your burden.

Thinking of this, the hand holding the pen put the pen on the manuscript paper, and then picked up the phone.

After turning on the phone screen, Xia Youjie saw a new email notification in the mailbox - it was an electronic award notification from Bailang Club.

The results of the Newcomer Awards have been released, and the top five works are planned to be published in "Literary Times", the magazine with the highest sales volume in Bailang Club and the highest sales volume in the country.Therefore, Bailang Club needs to get the top five prize acceptance replies.

After the publication of the list of winners of the Rookie Award and the corresponding works, the award ceremony of the Rookie Award will be held.The ceremony will be held in the banquet hall of the Bailang Club Building, and a large number of media reporters will be invited.

And all these processes will be used as material for filming, and will eventually be used in the next issue of Bailang Club's program "One in Eight Thousand".

Looking at this email, Xia Youjie's expression was a bit complicated.

His finger hovered on the phone screen, and after a few seconds, he moved it away. Instead of replying, he closed the email page.

***

"I am back."

After returning to Hoshinosha from school, Hualichun closed the door behind her and walked towards the office area.

Since handing over the original manuscript written by An Wuquan while drunk and the re-entered electronic version, Black and White Huagouzi has been revising his own manuscript for the past few days.When passing the office area, she can often see Anwu dog sitting in front of the computer, or typing on the keyboard, or writing and correcting on paper. The fluffy dog's face is full of solemn expressions.

When she came to the office area, she saw the Anwu dog sitting in front of the computer again.

Worried that he would disturb An Wugou's thoughts, Hualichun cautiously walked lightly.However, at this moment, An Wugou noticed Hualichun's movement and raised his head from the table.

The tip of the black-and-white dog's nose twitched, and even a small black fluff on the corner of its mouth trembled.It lowered its head and picked up the manuscript on the table, jumped off the chair, and walked towards Hualichun.

An Wugou put the manuscript in front of Hualichun.Afterwards, the black and white dog sat down upright in front of her, and looked up at her. Although the gaze behind his eyes was still calm, it was different from usual, showing a rare emotion.

The black and white Gouzi's eyes were burning.

Hualichun stared blankly at An Wugou, and suddenly understood: "Mr. Anwu, is the article... finished?"

An Wugou nodded: "Wow!"

Hualichun's heart beat faster.She bent down and picked up the manuscript that An Wuquan had placed in front of her.

At the same time, there was movement on the handheld.

[From "Revival!Reminder from Wenhao Publishing House: You have obtained the S-level work "On the Fall" × 1]

……

It took Hualichun half an hour to finish reading the finished "On the Fall".

Compared with the first draft that she barely sorted out, An Wuquan has already completed the words and sentences that she cannot understand, and her unique sense of language and style of words are vivid on the paper, making people attracted to it without knowing it.

After reading it, Huali Chun's hair on the sideburns was soaked with sweat, but her eyes were surprisingly bright.

——"On the Fall" is written as degenerate and read as authentic.This article does not point to depravity, but to pierce directly into the heart of human beings and face up to the nature of human beings.

This is true both in life and in the literary world.Writers who can write literary works are far more sensitive and thoughtful than ordinary people. The influence of "On the Fall" on writers in the literary world may far exceed that of ordinary readers in real life.

Compared with the current popular and overly pretentious writing style, every sentence of An Wugou's article has the momentum as if to tear off all the gorgeous and heavy robes, exposing the concealed, weak and pale limbs below.

Although it looks like a well-behaved office worker dog who does not cross the threshold, but in the heart of An Wugou, there is still this kind of tearing power hidden.And after being drunk by Dazai Inu and Oda Inu, he also removed the coat of an office worker puppy and faced his burning heart.

Did Dazai Inu and Oda Inu expect things to turn out like this when they deliberately got Ango Inu drunk and urged him to write while drunk?

Maybe they saw the real thing in Anwuquan's heart that even the dog himself hadn't discovered, so they tried to make Anwuquan write works like "On the Fall" and discover the true self...

Because when An Wuquan wrote "On the Fall", he wrote it with the idea of ​​colliding with, biting, and even killing all others.

This is, horror articles, and horror writers.

……

The cold of winter is gradually subsiding.In the early morning of the 15th, the No. 12 issue of "Monthly Literature" was released as scheduled.This also means that it has been a full year since Huali Chun took over Hoshino Club.

In the past month, the total sales volume of the No.11 issue of "Monthly Literature" exceeded 120 million copies.

***

At the Tokyo High School of Magic and Magic, two first-year students who had just completed their mission had just returned to school.

This time the task for the first grade lasted for three days, and the location was in the remote countryside of Kumamoto Prefecture.The two who came back from the task looked disheveled and covered in dust.Jianren Nanami frowned, apparently not liking the state of being covered in dust, but Xiong Xiong didn't seem to mind the dirt very much, his eyes were radiant.

And at this moment, a familiar figure wearing a white turtleneck sweater and a camel trench coat walked towards the school.

It's Xia Youjie.After seeing the two juniors, he smiled and waved.

Hui Yuanxiong has always admired Xia Youjie since he entered school.Seeing his figure, Hui Yuanxiong ran over quickly: "Senior Xia You!"

"Hui Yuan, have you finished today's tasks?" Seeing the juniors, Xia Youjie's expression softened and a smile appeared on his face.

"Hmm! Is senior also planning to carry out the mission?" Hui Yuanxiong asked curiously, "Why aren't you wearing a uniform?"

"It's not a mission." Xia Youjie shook his head, "I'm going to Bailang Club to deal with the newcomer award."

After the voice fell, Hui Yuanxiong and Nanami Jianren were stunned.

When he received the notification letter of the newcomer award from Bailang Club, Xia Youjie said that he would refuse to accept the award.

But now, he has changed his mind and decided to go to Bailang club to receive the award?

Xia Youjie seemed to understand the entanglement on the faces of the two juniors.He didn't explain much, but raised his hand and patted Hui Yuanxiong's shoulder: "I'll probably be back at night. If Wu Wu and Glass ask questions, just tell them the truth."

The two of them didn't know what to say, so they had to watch Xia Youjie's figure gradually drift away, and finally disappeared from their sight.