Genius writer

Ren Mingqing seldom stayed up late, and when she woke up the next day she was top-heavy and light-headed.

Adhering to the purpose of knowing himself and the enemy, he won "The Paradise" again last night.After many years, except for remembering a few important characters in "The Paradise", he has basically forgotten the plot, so it can be viewed as a new work.Once this kind of suspenseful and adventurous theme is opened, it will be full of mysteries, tempting people to keep watching.By the time he reacted, it was already dawn outside the window.

"Did you stay up late yesterday to read novels?" Zhuang Mo asked sharply.

"No." Ren Mingqing said innocently with two big dark circles under his eyes.

Zhuang Mo slapped his ass, and then slapped him again: "Not only did you stay up late to read novels, but you also lied, you've grown up."

Ren Mingqing is even more innocent: Aren't we still in the Cold War?How can you hit me casually?

"You'd better not read the works of other authors when you enter the creative stage, it's easy to be led away, and don't stay up late - tell me honestly what time did you go to bed last night?" Strict working hours.

Ren Mingqing was young and energetic, even after staying up all night, he woke up very energetic the next day, so he was perfunctory.

He pretended to be unintentional and said, ""The Paradise" is pretty good."

"Of course it is good-looking. Can the book I made not be good-looking?" Zhuang Mo took it for granted. A bit of horror, this book is designed from the first page to keep you reading until the last page. His subject matter and elements have a natural advantage. You disassemble his routine and it's actually such a thing, constantly bluffing It's just people."

Ren Mingqing sighed: "Even after learning his routines and rhythms, it's hard to come up with his plots. His imagination is outstanding."

"Of course Tan Si has aura and talent, otherwise it would be impossible for him to be at the top of the list for five years. Among the same genre and subject matter, no latecomer is second to none. But in the early stage, he ran a horse, but he couldn't make it in the later stage. With a bad reason like a reality show, he took everything in one stroke. Big Keng, can be called the most unfinished ending in history, and the plot line is not complete."

Zhuang Mo said, and handed the porridge to the thoughtful Ren Mingqing: "After dinner, go to work."

He knew exactly what Ren Mingqing had in mind.Ren Mingqing was his partner, and felt that Tan Si used to occupy this position and was his predecessor. Naturally, he would subconsciously compare himself with Tan Si.

When comparing two writers, the comparison is naturally also the works.

Zhuang Mo encouraged Ren Mingqing's competitiveness in his career, and took care not to aggravate his panic.In a few words, he pointed out Tan Si's flaws as an inspiration, and stabilized Ren Mingqing's confidence. "The Paradise" is very good-looking, but it is not without fatal flaws, let alone invincible.

When the two of them were eating, Li asked him to come down alone. Seeing the quilt Zhuang Mo had left on the sofa, he despised Ren Mingqing even more.He made his copy editor sleep on the couch? !Tan Si is not that big.This little author is really hard to describe, Li Rang believes that this kind of person can't write anything good.

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After breakfast, Zhuang Mo wanted to shut Ren Mingqing back to his room to write.Ren Mingqing caught a glimpse of two desks in the studio on the first floor and offered to work in the open area.

"Do you want to be with Tan Si?"

Ren Mingqing thought of the little card that was included in "The Paradise" last night, and nodded.

Zhuang Mo examined him for a while: "Okay."

Ren Mingqing seldom made requests, and he couldn't be too aggressive with such a harmless proposal.He guessed that this was Tan Si's idea, and the purpose was to influence Ren Mingqing in the code word state.Tan Si will regret it.Zhuang Mo understood the creative methods of these two authors. Tan Sisi and Ren Mingqing spelled their own way.

To be honest, he couldn't wait to watch Tan Si beat his chest and feet in frustration in the face of Ren Mingqing's hand speed.

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Ren Mingqing got on the plane and started working. Zhuang Mo sat down on the sofa in the living room with a faint smile, and went about his business by himself.After Ren Mingqing had worked for 2 hours, Tan Sicai woke up and came down to eat breakfast in his sloppy pajamas.Zhuang Mo glanced at him: "Your copy editor gets up at eight o'clock. You start work so late, why should he review the manuscript?"

Tan Si rolled her eyes: "I wrote late last night!"

Zhuang Mo just smiled and said nothing.

Tan Si slowly finished eating and drinking, slowly opened his seat, sat down slowly, hung on the back of the chair, and yawned big: "Ah——"

Need code words, code words can be really troublesome.

Facing the empty word document, Master Tan Si's sensitivity to the outside world suddenly reached a peak: the air conditioner was turned on high; Four trips to the toilet; the stand-up collar of the polo shirt is itchy; the watch hurts the wrist; the desktop is really dirty and I want to clean it; the manga I am chasing has raw meat; From the buttocks to the hair, there is no place for comfort.

How does this make him write? !

On the other hand, Ren Mingqing, he was typing beside him like this, concentrating on it, straightening his back, frowning slightly, his eyes were clearly focused, but Tan Si shook his hand in front of him, and he just blinked twice.Tan Si was so angry that she hugged her chest tightly and sat down on the engineering chair, looking at him with disgust.

He originally wanted to perform well in front of Ren Mingqing, give Ren Mingqing a blow, make him realize that he can't beat himself, affect his creative mood, and it is best to let him retire directly.But now he feels that he is the poor student who was transferred to the top student by the head teacher. He realizes the gap between himself and the top student, so he envies and hates Ren Mingqing.

He fumbled here and there and couldn't concentrate, so he was envious of Ren Mingqing's good state, and even thought it was Ren Mingqing's fault that he couldn't calm down for a long time-whether he typed so hard on the keyboard!

Ren Mingqing and Zhuang Mo started to set the main line and make settings half a month ago. Although this work has not been completed, Ren Mingqing already has the outlines of several character biographies in his hands, and his hands are very fast.Tan Si was amazed to see Ren Mingqing typing on the keyboard with all ten fingers flying.Let him chat at this typing speed, there is no problem; but if he writes a manuscript at this typing speed, he will die.

He couldn't help but look at Ren Mingqing a few more times.

Terrible work efficiency is followed by terrible thinking ability, this guy's brain must be turning too fast.

With such a workaholic sitting next to her, Tan Si was also inspired. She even saved the usual fishing process, and opened Word to start writing novels.And he deliberately wanted to compete with Ren Mingqing. Ren Mingqing crackled, and he crackled too. His typing speed was much faster than usual-recently, Tan Si's hand speed was 600 words a month.He easily outdid himself and wrote 700 words!Great victory!

Zhuang Mo smiled and shook his head.He looked at his watch, got up and went into the kitchen to serve food: "It's time to eat."

Tan Si had just eaten, but when he heard the sound of dinner being served, he was the first to jump up.

Work is so tiring!Let's take a rest first!

Ren Mingqing next door was still typing on the keyboard frantically.He didn't seem to hear Zhuang Mo's summons at all, he just stared at the screen and went about his work without any reaction.

Tan Si felt that it was a pity for this young man. Not only was his leg crippled, but he was also a little deaf.He touched Ren Mingqing's arm: "Hey, it's time to eat."

All Ren Mingqing's reaction was to frown, delete a typo, and continue writing.

Tan Si is dumbfounded, is this being trapped?Pushing on the armchair and sliding over, he shook his shoulders vigorously: "Dinner is ready! Don't you like eating the most?! Big white rice!" In fact, he shouted in his heart: Stop!If I haven't written it, you are not allowed to write it!

Ren Mingqing quickly said, "This paragraph is finished", broke free from his restraint, and put his hand on the keyboard again.

Tan Si was dumbfounded, and looked at Zhuang Mo begging.

Zhuang Mo sighed pretendingly: "He's writing crazy again."

He knew Ren Mingqing too well.Ren Mingqing doesn't care about things when he writes, he is really a "literary idiot".Although Zhuang Mo admired him very much, he couldn't understand this kind of desperation at first. After getting along for a long time, he gradually understood that this strong self-discipline came from strong love.

From the bottom of his heart, Ren Mingqing thinks writing novels is very interesting, just like Tan Si thinks playing "Glory of Heroes" is very interesting, so he can stay up late, can not think about food and drink, can you stand in front of him and talk but he can't hear you, He is addicted.Maybe in the eyes of others, this kind of behavior is very weird. They will think, why do you work so hard and work so hard to write something, but he actually enjoys it.

So Zhuang Mo felt that Ren Mingqing was a born writer.Everyone says that among creators, it is more meaningful to compare the degree of effort than to compare the talent and understanding, but how can one person work hard?How can one become self-disciplined?After all, it is a word of "love".

People are very lazy, everyone wants to just lie there and do nothing, open their mouths while stretching out their clothes and food.Writing is also a labor-intensive job. Without a lot of time and energy invested in the early stage, it is difficult to produce results. Except for the strong internal drive of "love", there is no factor that can make the author persist.

Zhuang Mo understood Ren Mingqing's love and gave him as much support as possible, whether it was in work or in life.As long as it does not affect his health and achieves a basic balance between work and rest, Zhuang Mo will basically not interfere with Ren Mingqing's writing.When Ren Mingqing was working, Zhuang Mo didn't watch TV or listen to music, and even answered the phone outside, hoping to provide the best creative environment for his little guy.

Therefore, Zhuang Mo was not used to Ren Mingqing's deafness, and calmly said: "Some people write because they love it, but some people regard writing as an annoying job. They write 600 words a month and cry. , if it wasn’t for getting rich overnight, I wouldn’t even bother to write about it.”

Tan Si: "..."

Tan Si: "Hugh is so bloody! I clearly wrote 700!"

Ren Mingqing finally stopped writing, Zhuang Mo asked him kindly: "How much have you written?"

"7000."

Tan Si yelled: 7000 in the morning, is this person from the Red Dot writing network?

Zhuang Mo smiled and said nothing.Ren Mingqing's hand speed is terrible, with an average of more than 3 per hour. It is no problem to write red dot upgrade streams. However, he is actually a physical book author. If the average daily hand speed is 1.5, he can publish a book every half a month. This one-liner has amazing brain power.

So Zhuang Mo has to find projects for him everywhere. Guang Jingyu's family can't publish his books at all, and Ren Mingqing is completely overcapacity now.

"Eat more." Zhuang Mo couldn't help adding a chicken leg to his bowl.

This kind of hand speed means that he is now at the peak of the writer, younger than him is not as experienced as him, and older than him has no physical strength to keep up.Although writing is just sitting there and typing, it is actually very physically demanding. Ren Mingqing eats three times as much as usual on weekdays, which is more than he usually eats. After writing for a day, he can eat half of the rice cooker.

So Zhuang Mo is still very confident about this draft competition.Among other things, Tan Si is 30 years old and Ren Mingqing is 25 years old. There is no difference of 5 years between writers.Tan Si was about to go downhill, but Ren Mingqing was still in the sun at eight or nine in the morning.