If you say action, you will act. In less than 15 minutes, the hot-tempered little Apple student sent an unknown number of script samples, including ancient and modern tricks and cute ones, and then waited shyly for sama to praise her.
Xia Changyou hurriedly downloaded all the scripts, and then sent a questioning expression.
Yiqu Qingjiang: What are you doing?
Little Apple Huo Huo Huo: I will give you a sample for your reference. How is it swollen? Am I very good? I found so many in one go.
~(^_^)~
Yiqu Qingjiang: You were also a screenwriter?
Little Apple Huohuohuo: NO, I'm the little planner, la la la, okay ㄟ(▔,▔)ㄏ The big planner of our radio drama club is Sister Mo, I just help out with odd jobs.
Yiqu Qingjiang: (*￣)￣)y Then you want to stand on your own?
Little Apple Huo Huo Huo: No, no, don’t learn sama badly, give me back the cute sama ╭(╯^╰)╮
A Song of Qingjiang: Cough > <, then I'll dive down to read the script, there's no such thing as a cute sama, and then I'll give you back a cute little fence.
Little Apple is on fire: W(￣_￣)W waving his claws, sending Qingjiang to Da Da.
Little Apple sat cross-legged on a chair after giving Qingjiang to him, biting an apple, and then thought of a key question, ahhh, the master only writes *dramas, and sama doesn’t write *, right? I can't see it, why didn't I ask what *radio drama is, ah, ah, sama is either a rotten boy, or a cute little shou, it must be the latter.Little Apple laughed with her hips on her hips, bending herself to be the most loving.
Xia Changyou, who didn't realize this problem at all after knowing it, was reading the script. When he listened to the radio drama before, he would automatically turn on the nympho mode from the first sentence the master said. It doesn't matter if it's a BG or a BL, Although he is a little writer who only loves nerds, he is not an alien. Now that the * culture is so popular, it is enough to get a bunch of bright eyes if you just hug your roommates by your shoulders.
So he has not realized that there is anything abnormal in the drama he listened to, but he paused slightly when he heard the confession of the great god, Nima, such a magnetic voice, no one can bear it, do you want to It sounds so good, whoever marries him will not be able to die happily every day, just listen to him say a word, you have to roll around in bed and eat more food.
He silently wiped his sweat away, why did he get distracted again, quickly brought his thoughts back, and read the script seriously.
This is an urban rebirth *text, huh? *arts.Well, *wen.Ahh, *Wen.
Xia Changyou continued to look calmly, without moving his eyes.
(footsteps running, sticks knocking, wounded panting, big man's sinister laughter)
Big Han A (satisfied): Brothers surround him to see where he is going?
Everyone (in unison): Yes!
(Sounds of fists and kicks, Lili grunting.)
Big Han B (laughing obscenely): I can't tell that this kid is quite white, (sound of tearing clothes), yo, his legs are also whiter.Brother, do you want to have a shot first?
Dahan A (pointing to B, smirking, and rolling up his sleeves): It’s rare that you think of me this time, everyone will share later!
Li Li (spitting, gnashing teeth): Bah, I'll fuck you Yuan XX's eighteenth generation ancestor!
Xia Changyou gritted his teeth and glanced at the following paragraphs. As expected, there was a price to be paid before being reborn. Is the one named Yuan going to be so bad?Wait a minute, why is this little shou called Lili, and why is that scumbag named Yuan?
He hurriedly forked out the script, and felt uneasy after emptying the recycle bin completely before continuing to search for the script. He finally knew what was wrong.That's right, according to the classification he saw, his novels should be for all ages, right? Shouldn't it be better to find one for all ages?
After flipping through the folder, I found that besides * or *, Xia Changyou, Xiao Apple, you really love *.
He decided to be self-reliant, downloaded the format of the radio drama from the Internet, checked the precautions, and roughly read a script called a model *, he probably knew how to write it.Basically, every sound effect must be in place, the tone of the characters must be indicated in brackets, and a sentence in many novels must be expressed through language. Fortunately, these are not difficult for Xia Changyou.Who told him to write novels?
Pressing his fingers on the keyboard in a standard posture, Xia Changyou was about to type the first word, when the penguin over there started screaming again.
He poked it open and saw that it was deep in the fog.
Fog Shen: Rolling and rolling, Da Da, have you forgotten something?
The stupid Xia Changyou asked solemnly, "What is it?"
Fog deep: Weeping and fainting in the toilet, pinch today's update?update pinch?Don't think that Wo doesn't know you are online, you must have time to write,
o(￣ヘ￣o#)
Yiqu Qingjiang: Is this...is it Sunday?The weather is so nice tonight, Wushen, don't you go out for a walk?Do a square dance or something?
Fog deep: I have been working for a day, and I count on reading your novels, hurry up and write, I love Kuai, the Yandian, wife and go, Xie writes!
A Song of Qingjiang: (((φ(◎ロ◎;)φ))), I don’t understand.
Fog Shen: Hurry up and write! 【Whiplash】
Wushen adjusted the font to the maximum, and the red initial font completely occupied Xia Changyou's chat box.
"Okay... ╮(╯-╰)╭, I will write, but don't expect to finish writing tonight."
Xia Changyou threw away the script that didn't move a single word, and wrote the novel first. The novel didn't have an outline, and he based it on what he thought in his own head, so he still remembered it now.By the time he finished writing, it was already past twelve o'clock, and there was a lot of complaints, almost screaming.
Xia Changyou put the update up and didn't care about it anymore. It was getting late, so it would be better for him to search for news about the Great God.When I touched the Weibo of the Great God, it was still a piece of untended grass.Xia Changyou stared at the noble cat, and then at the four big characters of Tianjing Gucheng, and the lines of the Great God began to automatically replay in his mind.
stop!Must stop!Xia Changyou rubbed his nose to educate himself in this way, and then suddenly came up with a way.He can use the role of a small screenwriter in the future to get close to the big god. If Little Apple can't agree, he can be a real screenwriter. No one at Apple knew him either.
Thinking of this, he secretly registered a new Weibo, and then only paid attention to the Great God. Looking at the straight 1, he tilted his head and smiled. In the future, he will be the first to know what is going on with the Great God. The self-cultivation of a brainless fan!
A Song of Qingjiang: Is Little Apple here?
Little Apple Huohuohuo: [stare]
Yiqu Qingjiang: Is it okay if I want to use a trumpet, I don’t want others to know that the author is a screenwriter~(^_^)~
Little Apple Huo Huo Huo: Squat down and draw circles, this one, this one?
Yiqu Qingjiang: Okay, okay, I will cover the vest well, let Qingjiang’s vest stay in the Chinese literary world, (o^^)oo(^^o)
Little Apple Huo Huo Huo: Alright... ╮(╯-╰)╭, secretly tell sama that my vest is also registered for reading novels, hehehe.
Just as Xia Changyou was about to answer the call, there was a knock on the door from the little penguin. He opened it to verify the news.
Qingjiang sama, I am Little Apple.
He raised his forehead and clicked pass.
Huohuo: n(*≧▽≦*)n
Yiqu Qingjiang: Is this a planning account?
Huo Huo: (￣ー￣(￣￣￣(￣ー￣(￣￣￣(￣￣￣(￣￣￣)
Yiqu Qingjiang: I also want a trumpet.
Huohuo: Mom, I agreed, who doesn't have a few vests to protect themselves when they come out to play in the rivers and lakes?If there is a fight at that time, I will definitely stand in front of sama as cannon fodder! ! !
Yiqu Qingjiang: Seeing that you are so unreliable, I am really worried.
Huohuo: °.°(((p(≧□≦)q)))°.°.No, I will learn how to be a real mother, and I will go to the great god to leave a message.
A Song of Qingjiang: Come back!
Huohuo: Alright, what else is there for sama?
A Song of Qingjiang: Keep the Great God Penguin!
Huohuo: _(￣0￣)_[oh~], 654321, have you written it down?
Yiqu Qingjiang: [Smiling] Okay, thank you, Little Apple.
Yiqu Qingjiang: Also, my new name is Pinellia Changyou.
Xia Changyou hurriedly downloaded all the scripts, and then sent a questioning expression.
Yiqu Qingjiang: What are you doing?
Little Apple Huo Huo Huo: I will give you a sample for your reference. How is it swollen? Am I very good? I found so many in one go.
~(^_^)~
Yiqu Qingjiang: You were also a screenwriter?
Little Apple Huohuohuo: NO, I'm the little planner, la la la, okay ㄟ(▔,▔)ㄏ The big planner of our radio drama club is Sister Mo, I just help out with odd jobs.
Yiqu Qingjiang: (*￣)￣)y Then you want to stand on your own?
Little Apple Huo Huo Huo: No, no, don’t learn sama badly, give me back the cute sama ╭(╯^╰)╮
A Song of Qingjiang: Cough > <, then I'll dive down to read the script, there's no such thing as a cute sama, and then I'll give you back a cute little fence.
Little Apple is on fire: W(￣_￣)W waving his claws, sending Qingjiang to Da Da.
Little Apple sat cross-legged on a chair after giving Qingjiang to him, biting an apple, and then thought of a key question, ahhh, the master only writes *dramas, and sama doesn’t write *, right? I can't see it, why didn't I ask what *radio drama is, ah, ah, sama is either a rotten boy, or a cute little shou, it must be the latter.Little Apple laughed with her hips on her hips, bending herself to be the most loving.
Xia Changyou, who didn't realize this problem at all after knowing it, was reading the script. When he listened to the radio drama before, he would automatically turn on the nympho mode from the first sentence the master said. It doesn't matter if it's a BG or a BL, Although he is a little writer who only loves nerds, he is not an alien. Now that the * culture is so popular, it is enough to get a bunch of bright eyes if you just hug your roommates by your shoulders.
So he has not realized that there is anything abnormal in the drama he listened to, but he paused slightly when he heard the confession of the great god, Nima, such a magnetic voice, no one can bear it, do you want to It sounds so good, whoever marries him will not be able to die happily every day, just listen to him say a word, you have to roll around in bed and eat more food.
He silently wiped his sweat away, why did he get distracted again, quickly brought his thoughts back, and read the script seriously.
This is an urban rebirth *text, huh? *arts.Well, *wen.Ahh, *Wen.
Xia Changyou continued to look calmly, without moving his eyes.
(footsteps running, sticks knocking, wounded panting, big man's sinister laughter)
Big Han A (satisfied): Brothers surround him to see where he is going?
Everyone (in unison): Yes!
(Sounds of fists and kicks, Lili grunting.)
Big Han B (laughing obscenely): I can't tell that this kid is quite white, (sound of tearing clothes), yo, his legs are also whiter.Brother, do you want to have a shot first?
Dahan A (pointing to B, smirking, and rolling up his sleeves): It’s rare that you think of me this time, everyone will share later!
Li Li (spitting, gnashing teeth): Bah, I'll fuck you Yuan XX's eighteenth generation ancestor!
Xia Changyou gritted his teeth and glanced at the following paragraphs. As expected, there was a price to be paid before being reborn. Is the one named Yuan going to be so bad?Wait a minute, why is this little shou called Lili, and why is that scumbag named Yuan?
He hurriedly forked out the script, and felt uneasy after emptying the recycle bin completely before continuing to search for the script. He finally knew what was wrong.That's right, according to the classification he saw, his novels should be for all ages, right? Shouldn't it be better to find one for all ages?
After flipping through the folder, I found that besides * or *, Xia Changyou, Xiao Apple, you really love *.
He decided to be self-reliant, downloaded the format of the radio drama from the Internet, checked the precautions, and roughly read a script called a model *, he probably knew how to write it.Basically, every sound effect must be in place, the tone of the characters must be indicated in brackets, and a sentence in many novels must be expressed through language. Fortunately, these are not difficult for Xia Changyou.Who told him to write novels?
Pressing his fingers on the keyboard in a standard posture, Xia Changyou was about to type the first word, when the penguin over there started screaming again.
He poked it open and saw that it was deep in the fog.
Fog Shen: Rolling and rolling, Da Da, have you forgotten something?
The stupid Xia Changyou asked solemnly, "What is it?"
Fog deep: Weeping and fainting in the toilet, pinch today's update?update pinch?Don't think that Wo doesn't know you are online, you must have time to write,
o(￣ヘ￣o#)
Yiqu Qingjiang: Is this...is it Sunday?The weather is so nice tonight, Wushen, don't you go out for a walk?Do a square dance or something?
Fog deep: I have been working for a day, and I count on reading your novels, hurry up and write, I love Kuai, the Yandian, wife and go, Xie writes!
A Song of Qingjiang: (((φ(◎ロ◎;)φ))), I don’t understand.
Fog Shen: Hurry up and write! 【Whiplash】
Wushen adjusted the font to the maximum, and the red initial font completely occupied Xia Changyou's chat box.
"Okay... ╮(╯-╰)╭, I will write, but don't expect to finish writing tonight."
Xia Changyou threw away the script that didn't move a single word, and wrote the novel first. The novel didn't have an outline, and he based it on what he thought in his own head, so he still remembered it now.By the time he finished writing, it was already past twelve o'clock, and there was a lot of complaints, almost screaming.
Xia Changyou put the update up and didn't care about it anymore. It was getting late, so it would be better for him to search for news about the Great God.When I touched the Weibo of the Great God, it was still a piece of untended grass.Xia Changyou stared at the noble cat, and then at the four big characters of Tianjing Gucheng, and the lines of the Great God began to automatically replay in his mind.
stop!Must stop!Xia Changyou rubbed his nose to educate himself in this way, and then suddenly came up with a way.He can use the role of a small screenwriter in the future to get close to the big god. If Little Apple can't agree, he can be a real screenwriter. No one at Apple knew him either.
Thinking of this, he secretly registered a new Weibo, and then only paid attention to the Great God. Looking at the straight 1, he tilted his head and smiled. In the future, he will be the first to know what is going on with the Great God. The self-cultivation of a brainless fan!
A Song of Qingjiang: Is Little Apple here?
Little Apple Huohuohuo: [stare]
Yiqu Qingjiang: Is it okay if I want to use a trumpet, I don’t want others to know that the author is a screenwriter~(^_^)~
Little Apple Huo Huo Huo: Squat down and draw circles, this one, this one?
Yiqu Qingjiang: Okay, okay, I will cover the vest well, let Qingjiang’s vest stay in the Chinese literary world, (o^^)oo(^^o)
Little Apple Huo Huo Huo: Alright... ╮(╯-╰)╭, secretly tell sama that my vest is also registered for reading novels, hehehe.
Just as Xia Changyou was about to answer the call, there was a knock on the door from the little penguin. He opened it to verify the news.
Qingjiang sama, I am Little Apple.
He raised his forehead and clicked pass.
Huohuo: n(*≧▽≦*)n
Yiqu Qingjiang: Is this a planning account?
Huo Huo: (￣ー￣(￣￣￣(￣ー￣(￣￣￣(￣￣￣(￣￣￣)
Yiqu Qingjiang: I also want a trumpet.
Huohuo: Mom, I agreed, who doesn't have a few vests to protect themselves when they come out to play in the rivers and lakes?If there is a fight at that time, I will definitely stand in front of sama as cannon fodder! ! !
Yiqu Qingjiang: Seeing that you are so unreliable, I am really worried.
Huohuo: °.°(((p(≧□≦)q)))°.°.No, I will learn how to be a real mother, and I will go to the great god to leave a message.
A Song of Qingjiang: Come back!
Huohuo: Alright, what else is there for sama?
A Song of Qingjiang: Keep the Great God Penguin!
Huohuo: _(￣0￣)_[oh~], 654321, have you written it down?
Yiqu Qingjiang: [Smiling] Okay, thank you, Little Apple.
Yiqu Qingjiang: Also, my new name is Pinellia Changyou.
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