Chapter 32: You Wrote This Love Letter!

"Really?"

Tang Kexin smiled coldly, then took out Zhang Xiaoqiang's Chinese text, pointed to the notes in the blank space and said: "No matter what words you write, when you put down the pen, you will subconsciously exert yourself, so at the beginning of the first stroke, the ink is thicker. Zhang Xiaoqiang, this love letter was written by you, why don't you dare to admit it?"

"......" Zhang Xiaoqiang glanced at the handwriting on the language book, and compared it with the handwriting on the love letter, it was really like this, he had never paid attention to this habit, but he didn't expect Tang Kexin to be so careful.

For a while, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't know what to do, admit it, it would be too uninteresting for Ding Weiwei, if he didn't admit it, the facts were in front of him.

At this time, including Liu Wenwen and Wang Wenjing, all the classmates looked over, their eyes widened, Zhang Xiaoqiang wrote a love letter to Tang Kexin?

"Tang Kexin, listen to me, this is indeed written by me, but it is not a love letter to you, at the hotel, Ding Weiwei saw that this poem was written okay, so he took it, and I didn't expect him to give this poem to you. Zhang Xiaoqiang quickly turned his focus to Ding Weiwei: "Actually, Ding Weiwei likes you a lot, so you promise him?"

"You are so annoying, it is obvious that Ding Weiwei asked you to help write love letters. ”

"Since you say so, I won't fight you, just say yes. Zhang Xiaoqiang smiled.

"This poem of yours, I will show it to the leaders of our Qingcao Literary Society, if you have the opportunity, you can join our Literary Society, okay?" Tang Kexin asked.

If he agreed, Ding Weiwei would definitely not be able to say it, so he refused to speak: "Forget it, I'm still a student now, and I'm about to take the high school entrance examination, everyone is studying quickly, and the time is so tight, I won't join any literary club, and I'm just writing and playing with this poem." ”

"Writing and playing, but I feel that the artistic conception of this poem is not at all something that ordinary people can achieve, even the current masters of Chinese studies can't write such far-reaching poems. Tang Kexin nodded: "Since this is the case, I am not reluctant." ”

After finishing speaking, Tang Kexin turned around and returned to his place, then took out a notebook from the hole in the table and handed it to Zhang Xiaoqiang: "This is my class notes, you can take a good look at it, I have been missing for so long, and I have left all the lessons behind." ”

"Alas, okay, thank you!" Although it was not needed at all, Zhang Xiaoqiang still took it and didn't notice at all that there were dozens of murderous eyes around him.

Those male classmates all glared at Zhang Xiaoqiang with resentment.

Bah!

This kid is really out of shit luck!

Next to him, Wang Wenjing quietly put away the class notes......

When I got home at night, I habitually logged in to the Singularity Novel Network, and now on the website list, the top novels are still in the fantasy fairy tale category, and the status of urban novels is very low, and the best ranking has not been able to make it into the top ten, and it can't even be a niche history, two-dimensional category.

This made Zhang Xiaoqiang a little speechless, because in his previous life, urban novels accounted for a large proportion of the entire online literature circle.

But it doesn't matter, since urban fiction is so unpopular, let him fill the gap.

The next book is still urban, but what to write specifically, Zhang Xiaoqiang hasn't thought about it yet, because he is really tired, not fake tired, fifteen days to knock out two million words, this record is afraid that there is no one before and no one after him, and now his fingers still feel sore, and he really has to rest for a while.

On TT, the editor-in-chief of the supernatural world, Blue Bird, sent a message.

It was said that it was agreed to adopt the previously rejected thief, and the price of 1,000 words was given.

Although the villain book is not subscribed, there are hundreds of thousands of rewards alone, and Maple Leaf pointed out that the Singularity Novel Network does not want a point, and will give Zhang Xiaoqiang the full amount.

So for the price of 1,000 words, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't have much turmoil in his heart.

I suddenly thought that in my previous life, when I was writing full-time, I was rejected to ask the editor for a buyout of 1,000 words and 15 words, let alone a reward, and I didn't even have a subscription, but now I have a thousand words and a reward of hundreds of thousands.

Thinking about the comparison, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that he was dreaming, but the pain in his leg told him again and again that this was not a dream, it was true.

In addition to the price of a thousand words, there is also an agreement.

After taking a general look at the content of the agreement, it doesn't feel excessive for the requirements of the supernatural world, and they are also thinking about the magazine.

In the previous life, I saw a lot of this kind of thing, and the website spent a lot of manpower, energy, and financial resources to push an unknown little author into a great god, and when the book became popular and people became famous, the author went to other websites.

Although he has brought benefits to the website, it is also his freedom to post where to post, but he can't forget his roots, the old club has high hopes for you, so he pushes you with the power of the whole station, but you finally go to serve the new owner, isn't it a white-eyed wolf?

After signing the electronic agreement, Zhang Xiaoqiang replied to Jade Bird: "Jade Bird is big, thank you for your kindness, I will write it well." ”

"Hmm. Blue Bird also quickly replied: "The next issue of the supernatural world, our magazine society fully recommends you, in addition, you prepare new stories, and strive to publish each issue, your thousand forty and thieves, although it is not a ghost story in the strict sense, but after reading, it can give people thought, and recently we have also received a lot of letters from readers, saying that they like the stories you wrote." ”

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't help laughing.

These two stories are taken from the short stories in Liao Zhai, and Liao Zhai was created by Pu Songling, a Qing Dynasty novel in the previous life, which has many types and rich contents, or exposes the darkness of feudal rule, or criticizes the decay of the imperial examination system, or rebels against the shackles of feudal etiquette and religion, and has rich and profound ideological content.

Liao Zhai not only spread far in his previous life, but also made a TV series, and based on the stories in it, he produced games and other reproduction works.

There is no doubt that whether Liao Zhai is good or not is after time precipitation and people's recognition, and there are more than 500 ghost stories in Liao Zhai, which are inexhaustible and inexhaustible.

chatted with the blue bird for a while, and then noticed a message sent by a netizen named Xiaocao.

"Xiaoqiang, I finally can't help but contact you, you have disappeared for several days, where did you go, if you see this message, can you reply to me? ”

"Actually, in the past few days at school, as soon as I enter the classroom, I want to see you, but you are not there. ”

"When the class teacher asked me where you went, I said I don't know, your mother saw that you didn't come home, and came to the school to look for you, did something happen to you. ”

"It's been more than ten days, there has been no news from you, I don't know how I survived these days, I'm so worried about you, I went out to look for you just now, went to the breakfast shop you often go to, the Internet café you often go to, I know you can't appear in these places, but I still hope that a miracle can happen, but it backfires. ”

"When I came back, I accidentally fell, my palm pressed on the broken glass, and I lost a lot of blood, I didn't dare to tell my family, for fear that they would scold me, I ran to the hospital to bandage myself, it hurt, but if I can change your safety, this pain is nothing. ”

"Reply to me, let me know you're okay. ”