"Isn't that a good outline, isn't there?" Milo asked, skeptically.

"Outline?" Tang Xiaoxiang recalled it carefully, and then he suddenly realized, yes, why can I write the outline of "Huanzhu Gege" in such an orderly manner? This is not scientific!

This is like the author who wrote "The Poorest Star", he can't read all the words! How can he write an outline!

We write by letting go of ourselves, and flying counts!

There must be someone in this who is making a ghost, and this ghost person, you don't have to guess, who else can there be besides the system! This is forcing yourself to exchange skills with him!

Once he redeems this writing skill, most of the money he earns will be exploited to do charity, and he has no objection to doing charity, but the premise is that he can't do charity, and he needs others to help him live.

After all, it is the economy that determines the fundamental factor of the superstructure.

I've lived like a ghost fire myself, how can I illuminate others!

So Tang Xiaoxiang made up his mind this time, even if he worked hard and vomited blood to death, he would definitely not compromise with the system and let it succeed!

I can definitely write this novel myself!

"Luo Luo, give me the outline I wrote before! I feel a little inspired now, maybe you just became a mother, and I can finish this book!" Tang Xiaoxiang wiped the snot that just flowed out of his cuff and said.

Milo glanced at Tang Xiaoxiang, she now seriously suspected that Tang Xiaoxiang was unreliable, but she still found the outline of "Huanzhu Gege" that Xiao Lingxue put away and handed it to Tang Xiaoxiang.

Tang Xiaoxiang took the outline and looked at it a few times, then closed his eyes and began to carefully recall the plot details of "Huanzhu Gege" in his memory, and then began to try to combine these plot details with the words he mastered.

After more than ten minutes, when Milo, who had been staring at Tang Xiaoxiang on the bed, had begun to doze off frequently, Tang Xiaoxiang's eyes widened, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

I'm going to get started!

Tang Xiaoxiang put his hands on the keyboard, and then quickly tapped the keyboard, only to see that the number of words in the document with only 10 words began to increase rapidly.

Milo, who was about to fall asleep, opened his eyes and looked at Tang Xiaoxiang's hands after hearing the continuous keyboard sound again.

"It's so fast, is this the true strength of stupid Tang Tang's writing?" Milo thought in surprise.

Tang Xiaoxiang was like a sophisticated machine at this time, constantly typing the words he had conceived into the computer on the keyboard with both hands.

Paragraphs of text keep appearing in the computer's documents.

It's only about ten minutes.

After Tang Xiaoxiang typed the last character on the keyboard, he stood up abruptly and shouted like crazy:

"Haha! I've written it out! I've written it out! I'll ask you if you're afraid!"

Milo felt inexplicable when he saw his crazy appearance, what are you afraid of?

It's just that she didn't know that Tang Xiaoxiang shouted this sentence not at the people outside, but at the system hidden in his body.

This is the first time he has a hard system in the real sense!

What he meant was saying: System, I'll ask you if you're afraid!

Milo, who didn't understand, saw that Tang Xiaoxiang was still crazy on the side, so he came over again and asked, "What you wrote, can I read it now?"

Tang Xiaoxiang was proud, touched his chest with one hand, made a gesture of please, and then said with a smile: "Welcome Miss to taste!"

Milo also seemed to be pinching the corner of her skirt and doing a Western etiquette: "Thank you, sir!"

When she was done, she sat down in front of the computer, pulled the page to the beginning, and read it.

What is this written?

One minute...

Two minutes...

Five minutes...

Milo watched it for nearly ten minutes before he took a breath, and then looked at Tang Xiaoxiang with intriguing eyes.

Tang Xiaoxiang saw that Milo had finished reading it, and immediately asked her: "Luo Luo, how is it, I wrote very well!

Milo nodded his head, then pointed to a sentence on the screen and asked, "Here, what the hell is Ziwei full of big men?"

"Full of big men?" Tang Xiaoxiang remembered that he didn't write a 3P plot! Why are you still full of men

Finish?

He leaned over to take a look, and his face turned red.

"It's a typo, it's three points of water and dry sweat, not a man's Han, here is mainly to write how hard he came to BJ from Jinan, and he is full of sweat!"

"Oh, then here, here!" Milo pointed out more than a dozen typos to Tang Xiaoxiang in a row, and finally Milo sighed and said: "If it weren't for the limitations of the text, you would have more typos than the text!"

After hearing this, Tang Xiaoxiang didn't care much about this, which one of the book writers didn't have a few typos! He was just more embarrassed than all of them, just change it, it's not a big problem.

What he is most concerned about now is how his writing and stories are written, so he interrupted Milo, who seemed to be playing with everyone to find faults, and asked her cautiously:

"Lolo, then you see, apart from the typo, how is my writing in this chapter?"

Milo looked at him disdainfully and said, "If there is no typo, these things you write really have no sparkle at all! It's just bullshit! I just looked at your hard-working way and thought you were super-god, but it turned out that you were trying to prove faster that although you are in high school, you only have kindergarten knowledge!"

As if it wasn't enjoyable, or in retaliation for Tang Xiaoxiang for using such a spicy chicken text to show himself, Milo took a breath and continued:

"Don't think about writing now, I know that there is a construction site not far from the community, and if you go to move bricks for a few months, it is estimated that it will be enough for you to pay liquidated damages!"

"What liquidated damages?" Tang Xiaoxiang couldn't even raise his head as Milo said, but after hearing what liquidated damages he had to pay, he hurriedly asked.

"Auntie has signed a contract with the website as your agent! If you can't write this book, you'll have to pay liquidated damages, but it's not a lot of money!" said Milo, trolling his fingers.

"How much is it?" Tang Xiaoxiang asked in horror.

"5,000 yuan!" Milo stretched out a slap and shook it in front of Tang Xiaoxiang's eyes.

5000 yuan?

Tang Xiaoxiang wants to strangle Milo now, isn't this money too much?

Milo also found that Tang Xiaoxiang was in a wrong mood at this time, she quickly stuck out her tongue, ran out of the room barefoot, hid in the living room, and soon heard the sound of her calling.

"Auntie? Are you resigning now? If not, come back quickly, don't resign! Silly Tang Tang is too unreliable, the novel he wrote is simply too yellow and violent, and in the first chapter, the heroine is full of big men! Yes, it is the kind of mighty and majestic kind of sweat! I am afraid that if it continues to develop like this, this is going to become a little yellow text!"