I'm just sorry for plagiarism

"You can still write manuscripts." Li Xia blinked, surprised.

Chapter 66, Chapter 65

The eldest lady blinked, quite curious.

But seeing Lixia's surprised expression, Luo Zixi curled her lips, secretly a little unhappy.

Because Li Xia's widened eyes seemed to be silently questioning her writing ability.

"Yes! Why not, anyway, I also obtained Mingde based on my strength. Although I am not a liberal arts class, I relied on composition to score in the high school examination paper."

This sentence is not bad. The children who can be admitted to Mingde are probably the one in ten thousand in the entire county.Although Luo Zixi has been living in the ordinary class for the past two years, this so-called phoenix tail is much higher grade than the chicken head in the school next door.

"Then why don't you lend me a look?" Li Xia became interested and stretched out his hand in a funny way.

Luo Zixi ran back to her classroom as if she had been ready for a long time, and then ran back not long after.Holding a stack of letter papers in his arms.

"It's quite grand." Li Xia was stunned.

Submissions that can be used on letter paper must be handwritten, and although there are not many hundreds of words on one side, but when you hold such a thick stack, the content is completely different. Although it cannot break ten thousand words, it can be several thousand I'm afraid it didn't run away.

Is Luo Zixi's attitude so serious?

I didn't see it, wasn't this girl quite hot for 3 minutes before?At the beginning of Lixia's popular song at the cultural performance, this girl also clamored to learn it, but she went to two private music lessons and left it in the corner. For this reason, the eldest lady has learned a lot. she.

"Isn't the money for private lessons money? That's all."

"It's not that many words. The first six or seven pages are waste cases. I don't want to write them halfway through. These are new drafts." Luo Zixi stuck out her tongue and tore off the top few pages. He put the last few thin stacks on the table and pushed them in front of Li Xia.

After being manipulated like this, the heavy letter paper suddenly became much lighter, and it didn't feel heavy in the hand. Looking carefully, it is estimated that the number of words is less than [-], which is not too much.

"Okay." The eldest lady was a little helpless, so she simply picked it up and looked at it.

I have to mention that the little girl is still the same 3-minute heat, it hasn't changed at all.

The handwriting on the first two pages is fairly neat. Although it doesn't have the iron painting and silver hooks that her young lady wrote when she was serious, but at least it can barely pass the middle at the level of the same grade.

It's just that the handwriting became more and more ghostly as it went to the back. When the story reached the third page, I could still make out what I was writing, but when it came to the last chapter, even the eldest lady couldn't see clearly. What is the meaning of this guy's writing?

"I'm in a hurry, I'm thinking about finishing the manuscript sooner, and soon..." The little girl stuck out her tongue embarrassedly.The feeling is that the so-called submission is regarded as an assignment to complete.

How does this work?

Submission is a matter of competition, and it is not just your work that is shown to the editor.Although many people are now using electronic manuscripts, and the editors do not particularly value clean notes, as long as your articles are logical and the plot is fascinating, the probability of being shortlisted is still very high.

It's just that the handwriting in front of me is like a dog's paw scratching it, and even the punctuation marks are so dark that I can't see it clearly. Isn't this too much?

Such a shabby writing on the blackboard would directly annoy those editors and send the manuscript back, right?

"You're not good at this. Writing on the blackboard has always determined the editor's impression score. If the impression score is high, the manuscript is more likely to be shortlisted, isn't it?" Li Xia sighed and had to make indirect remarks.

"I feel like that might be the case." The little girl nodded sympathetically, "I have submitted this manuscript to the Shuimu Forum before, but it was sent back to me within a week, it seems that it should be rejected. Alright."

This was not an accident, but the eldest lady still asked a lot.

"No bonus fee?"

"Billing fee, what is that?"

The little girl looked curious.

Missy almost understood.

Regardless of whether the author's name is concealed or not, when you submit your manuscript to other websites, you will probably get a good retouching fee.

It is about 200 yuan to 500 yuan. Even if the other party does not accept it, the money will basically not fall.

This is an encouragement to the author of the contribution, and it can also be said to express an attitude of the editor, that is, we have read your work and think it is well written, but due to the scope of content or some omissions, it has not yet been published enough passing line.

And the little girl didn't receive the money for the manuscript, which means that the Shuimu Forum is really too lazy to read her manuscript...

"Hey, Lixia, has your manuscript ever been returned? I don't think I have even half a comment on it. Did those editors not read my work?" Luo Zixi was stunned, but remembered this There is a possibility, with a strange look on his head, "Will this happen to you, Lixia?"

Before, I always saw the eldest lady taking advantage of the time when no one was around at noon to make a report at the door and go out. The destination was naturally the mailbox not far from the side of the road, and she was holding a manuscript like an envelope in her arms. Of course, the little girl who came and went I understand that the eldest lady is contributing.

"Well, it's about the same...Sometimes the editor doesn't comment. After all, there are a lot of manuscripts. If the subject matter I often read is not suitable, I will return it." The eldest lady lied there hypocritically, in order not to disturb the enthusiasm of the little girl, Nor did he tell the truth.

Even if my manuscript is pushed back, there will be two comments on the back, especially for juvenile literature, and even when Huang Bian personally helps me to revise the manuscript, it is good to use a red pen to mark out those typos and inappropriate words. It's as grand as a primary school student's composition.

The Shuimu Forum doesn’t have that habit anymore, and it probably has something to do with Li Xia’s concealment of the identity of the contributor. The editors added a comment at the end of the article at most when the previous few manuscripts were released, which is probably to suggest the next direction of the article. It seems perfunctory, but at any rate it can be regarded as proof of having read the article.

"So that's the case, I thought I was placed." Luo Zixi breathed a long sigh of relief, and with the comparison, he felt much more comfortable.

"Okay." The eldest lady sighed, her eyes returned to the manuscript, she hesitated to speak.

But Luo Zixi smiled and came up: "You can't understand what's going on later, I'll tell you the general story."

It's just that when Luo Zixi narrated the twists and turns of the bizarre story, the eldest lady's strange complexion became more and more difficult to explain.

How should we evaluate it?

Although Li Xia vaguely saw the signs in the first two pictures, but after listening to her introduction of the full text, I still couldn't hold back my little thoughts.

Hearing finally interrupted the girl's eloquent talk: "Stop, stop, why is your plot similar to "In the Name of Flowers"?"

Uh, this sentence is almost flattering her. To be precise, it should be exactly the same, right?

The plots of the stories on both sides are related to the hero finding the soul of the dead heroine. Among many childhood partners, only the hero can see the soul of the heroine.Regardless of the various touching experiences experienced afterwards, and even the final hide-and-seek ending, the plots of the two sides are generally in the same direction. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a replica of "Unheard of Flowers" in this world.

Thinking about it, Li Xia suddenly understood.

Just now, this girl has been recommending herself to read the publication of "In the Name of Flowers". It is obvious that she loves this book to the extreme.

So subconsciously when writing a text, whether it is the writing style or the plot, I will forget what it depends on.

But I didn't expect that relying on leaning, crossing that boundary, going too far, the so-called imitation will become plagiarism.

No wonder people's platforms don't accept it...

This creative idea is not popular in China, but the book "Under the Camellia Tree" has a certain reputation in the industry.

Among them, the works in the front row of traffic will be well known by many platform peers.

Now you are so grandiose to submit the outline of "In the Name of Flowers"...

But any professional editor won't nod, right?

And there is one thing to say, although the little girl has been imitating the general trend of "In the Name of Flowers" in the plot, but due to insufficient writing skills and junior qualifications, there is a big gap in writing.

In juvenile literature before, many established writers deliberately imitated Mr. Chow Yun-fat's style of writing, but ended up in the embarrassment of drawing tigers instead of anti-dogs.

Even if they had been tricked, not to mention Luo Zixi, who was grinning and had a headache even writing essays.

Right now, this manuscript is not only a picture of a tiger but not an anti-dog, it is simply a painting of a tiger that is not an anti-animal... a caterpillar, right?

Not to mention the difference of one hundred and eight thousand miles.

Whether it's plot, writing, or handwriting.

It can only be described as bad.

It's no wonder that the other editor didn't even read it, so he sent it back.

And it happened to be such a child who didn't have any self-consciousness at all.

Seeing how the eldest lady was serious about slandering, I thought it was my work that attracted her.

"How is it, is it well written?" The little girl blinked her eyes, full of excitement. "Li Xia, your writing is so good, why don't you give me a review?"

The eldest lady twitched the corners of her mouth strangely, and after thinking for a long time, she didn't know how to answer her.

In the end, I had no choice but to say out of conscience, "God made..."

"Really? It's not that good!" The little girl's eyes sparkled.Obviously very happy.

Li Xia smiled apologetically at the side: "Well, the writing style is a bit lacking, but the development of the content and plot is so interesting and wonderful! I believe that after you have mastered the writing style, this book will definitely become popular, the kind of crossover fire!"

The outline of the little girl's story is probably exactly the same as her own "In the Name of Flowers", so does this count as turning a corner on Qualixia herself?

Well, thinking of this, Li Xia squinted his eyes, and did not say clearly, a smile hung on the corner of his pretty lips.

Chapter 67 66, New Shares

The days that followed were a bit uneventful.

There are no waves, and all I have are the day-to-day examination papers and review.

I don't know when, the voice of the physical education class shouting outside the house gradually subsided. It was mid-November, and the weather was getting more and more frosty. Even morning exercises and physical education were dismissed and became the other three main subjects. self-study.

The eldest lady timidly walked down from her seat, and when the get out of class was over, she followed the long line in front of the drinking fountain, wrapped in a quilt and trembling all the time, like an old lady who was late in life.

Staying up late for a long time led to a less than ideal physical condition. Obviously, Li Xia in the past few years was not very afraid of the cold because of this burst of madness.Unexpectedly, in the winter of 09, my iron body began to lose its strength.

I also feel a little emotional after thinking about it.

In the past few years before winter, Comrade Wang would leisurely go downstairs to fetch water for himself, but it was because the two sides had been in a cold war for the past six months, which made many things seem to have changed.

During the time when he came back from Dezhou, Lixia naively thought that the two sides had talked, and it would not be long before Wang Wei would take the initiative to talk to him again.But I didn't expect that guy didn't know what to do. It's been more than a week, and he didn't see him take the initiative to come to the door.

The eldest lady curled her lips.

Immediately, I felt that I really didn't know what to do and what to say in this entangled emotion.

Is this a girl's little emotion?Probably not...

The city of Ye is to the south, so that winter arrives so silently every year.As if the temperature dropped in an instant, everyone was still immersed in the crisp autumn weather yesterday, and from time to time they were still sweating profusely due to the sun outside the house, but they never thought that the winter clothes and trousers would be put on in the blink of an eye.

After a whole day of classes, I feel a little back pain.The seat next to him had been vacated, so during the lunch break, his desk and chair were too narrow, and there was no room for him to lie down and be lazy.

Looking at the emptiness around him, for some reason, Li Xia felt a little melancholy in his heart.

Immediately gave himself two big mouths!

What is this doing?I am a little unaccustomed to the days when Old Wang is around, what the hell is this, this idea is too disgusting.

This guy is not Sass who has been chased for hundreds of episodes in the anime of a certain island country. My friendship with him is not that bad, right?

Thinking about coming to Lixia, I feel that my head may be broken, and it may also be related to the delicate thoughts of the girls who have been in contact with the girls' families for a long time.

At the time of the slander, the bell rang, and the students packed their schoolbags and left the teaching building one after another amidst yawns.

Dinner time is always the busiest stage of the whole school.

In the old school building, there may be children from the first and second grades cheering on, but in the third grade, everyone is in a tense study atmosphere, so that once the class is over, the school is as quiet as a cemetery, which is particularly scary .

The eldest lady silently followed the crowd, and then, taking advantage of not paying attention, she sneaked into the grass beside her, found the single ladder that had been ambushed beforehand, and climbed over the wall.

When she came back from rebirth, the eldest lady relied on her boldness, and this kind of low wall was almost like a little kiss, but she didn't expect that her body had become slender in the past two years, and if she wanted to browse, she had to use these tools.

It's really mixed flavors.

Speaking of which, as things on West Street got on the right track, I rarely left the school in this way.Even on weekends when it is open occasionally, I don't bother to run outside the school. After all, this old leg and old arm can still lie down on the bed as much as possible.

At the beginning, because of the discord in the dormitory, I planned to rent a house to live outside, but I didn't expect that half a year would pass, and the relationship between the two parties was harmonious, so I didn't bother to mention the separate dormitory anymore.

The eldest lady went to the corner, and while no one was looking, she dragged down the school uniform on her upper body and stuffed it into the bag, and there was a thick down jacket inside.

Although there are still many boys and girls in short-sleeved clothes showing off their figures in this weather, Lixia is not the kind of person who doesn't care about temperature but demeanor, so he wraps himself up like a polar bear.

He took out the mobile phone in the pocket of the down jacket, made a series of familiar calls, and Boss Li's clear and charming voice came over there.

"The little boss has arrived?"

"I've been here to sit here for half an hour, and I've drank two pots of water in the teacups, but what about you?" Boss Li complained in his words, and the eldest lady smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the school It’s procrastinating, and I forgot to write my homework yesterday, so I gave it to the teacher for approval, which wasted some time.”

When Boss Li said this, he was completely speechless. Who would have thought that the small boss who holds [-]% of the shares in West Street is actually a... bad girl who needs to go to school?

This girl has a weird temper, but I heard that her grades are not very bad, but the age gap alone is enough to make Boss Li, who is only in his forties and has a little grades, feel mixed feelings.

What were you doing when you were on your own?

It seems that you are still racing around the streets with those motorcycle gangsters, bombarding the security of the whole street with loudspeakers, right?

What a little girl.

This gap is really big enough.

The old school building is not far from West Street, and the gate can be seen from a distance in more than ten minutes.

The guards didn't change this time, and they were quite discerning, so they naturally recognized the eldest lady who had some relationship with Boss Li at a glance.

He didn't dare to stop him too much, and quickly waved his hand to let him go.

In the end, when Li Xia walked past the post, he bowed slightly to show respect.