At this time, his heart was full of storylines, and Lu Yang, who just wanted to take advantage of his state and hurry up to start writing, of course would not notice Cao Xue's mood next to him.

Quickly returning to his seat, Lu Yang grabbed the pencil on the table with a joyful smile on the corner of his mouth, pressed the snow-white manuscript paper with his left hand, and began to write.

"Chapter 104: The Turtle in the Urn"

Lu Yang took a pencil in his hand, smacked a few times, and first wrote the chapter name in the upper left corner of the manuscript paper.

Yes, he has already written chapter 104 of "Doomsday Wasteland".

Each chapter is more than 3,000 words, in addition to the four episodes that have been handed over to the publishing house, and the fifth episode, Lu Yang has also written, and what he is writing now is already the content of the sixth episode.

In this chapter, Chen Feng, the protagonist of the story, chases down a level 5 monster that has been killed and injured by him in W City, which has become a ruin, but unfortunately chases into the territory of two level 6 monsters.

In a blink of an eye, Chen Feng, who was originally chasing and killing prey, became the prey of the three monsters, and the three monsters formed an encirclement, encircling Chen Feng, who was alone, between the ruins of several buildings.

The shape was reversed, and Chen Feng became a turtle in an urn, and it seemed that he had become unable to fly.

……

The specific details of this plot have been conceived by Lu Yang outside just now.

It's like a painter who, before he puts pen to paper, has a clear idea of the picture he is going to draw.

So when he actually wrote, Lu Yang's speed was very fast, and the pencil in his hand was like a ghost drawing, and the tip of the pen was quickly moving on the snow-white manuscript paper.

This is the true state of a fiction writer after he or she has really entered the writing process.

Otherwise, why do some top writers be able to code seven or eight thousand words in an hour?

Even typing on a computer is much faster than handwriting, and if you don't have a storyline that you have already conceived in mind, if you want to write a plot while writing, who can write seven or eight thousand words in an hour?

No matter how good the person is, it can't work!

Only when you are confident, your thinking is uninterrupted for a moment, and the hand speed of the code word keeps catching up with the speed of thinking, it is possible to have such a ** speed.

At this time, Lu Yang entered that state.

The thinking in his brain is like a pearl falling on a jade plate, endlessly, what he is doing is to use the fastest speed to write the thinking that is constantly rotating in his mind, in order not to interrupt the storyline in his head, Lu Yang must burst out as fast as possible, otherwise, if the train of thought is broken, even if he finds the state later, and then writes, the content of this chapter will become incoherent, and there will be no artistic conception in one go.

As mentioned earlier, when Lu Yang wrote the manuscript, in order to pursue speed, the font was very ugly.

The tip of the pen fell, and before he finished writing a paragraph, the tip of his pen would not leave the manuscript paper at all, and therefore, under Lu Yang's pen, the text of each paragraph was connected from beginning to end, and there was no break in the middle.

Not only that, but many words, he even subconsciously simplified.

I believe that few people can recognize such simplified words except himself.

Lu Yang, who has completely entered the state, is absolutely selfless.

I didn't notice at all, I don't know when it started, Cao Xue, who was sitting next to him, had taken his eyes off his book, and looked at him quietly and quietly on the snow-white manuscript paper and continued to write.

"What's going on? What is he writing? Is he trying to get my attention?"

Cao Xue looked at Lu Yang writing quickly on the manuscript paper, and couldn't help but have such doubts in her heart.

In the first half hour of tonight, Lu Yang left a very bad impression on her.

Even she has decided in her heart that from tomorrow night, she will no longer come here for evening self-study, and she will no longer take care of this boy who doesn't like to study in the future.

However, after Lu Yang came back from outside the classroom, his state was obviously wrong.

It's like the whole thing has become a different person.

Except that when she entered the seat at first, the movement was a little big, and a little movement affected her reading, and after that, he was as excited as a full needle, writing something on the snow-white manuscript paper at a speed she had never seen before.

The speed of her writing hand suddenly gave rise to a very indecent adjective in her mind—convulsions.

"It's fast, but this word...... What is it written? It's too ugly, isn't it? How can there be such ugly words in the world? He can't be scribbled, right? Can he recognize it?"

Cao Xue soon had new doubts in her heart.

She had never thought that anyone could write so fast, and she had never seen such ugly words.

It's obviously a Chinese character, but it is written down in a continuous way like writing English.

Under Cao Xue's stunned gaze, Lu Yang had finished writing a piece of manuscript paper, and with a bang, Lu Yang had already flipped over the first manuscript paper casually and began to continue to write on the second manuscript paper.

Maybe it's because he can't smoke in front of Cao Xue tonight, and Lu Yang is afraid that his state will suddenly stop, so he writes faster than ever before tonight.

Of course, the speed referred to here is only the speed of handwriting, and there is still a gap between the speed of the codewords when Lu Yang typed directly with the computer keyboard.

Ten minutes later, Lu Yang finished writing another piece of manuscript paper, with a bang, the manuscript paper turned another page, Lu Yang's pen tip fell on the third manuscript paper and continued to walk, the pen tip was already thick, but Lu Yang, who was in a state, didn't care at all.

The nib of the pen does not pause, but still flows forward smoothly.

In just an hour, Lu Yang filled the front of eight manuscript papers.

At this point, Lu Yang's pen tip stopped.

Because a chapter has already been written, Lu Yang has experience and knows that the front of the eight manuscript papers is full, and the number of words should not be less than 3,500 words.

In fact, when I wrote to the back, because the pen was held too tightly, Lu Yang's hands were already sore and soft, the speed of writing decreased significantly, and the nib of the pen was also very thick, so I needed to stop and take a break, and by the way, I had to sharpen the nib.

It was only at this time that Cao Xue, who had been quietly watching Lu Yang's writing, hesitated for a moment and asked the question that had been suppressed in her heart for a long time: "Lu Yang, what have you been writing just now? I can't even recognize your words." ”

Hearing Cao Xue's voice, Lu Yang turned his face to the side, only to realize that Cao Xue seemed to have been watching him since he didn't know when.

However, hearing her question just now, although she said that she couldn't even recognize his words, at this moment, Lu Yang was not ashamed.

On the contrary, there is some self-satisfaction in my heart.

For Lu Yang, being able to practice such a font is also a skill that few people have, and it is very practical to write manuscripts, or shorthand or something.

When writing a manuscript or shorthand, the first thing to pursue is speed, as for the font, as long as you can recognize it later, what does it matter if you are ugly?

At that moment, Lu Yang smiled and took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, skillfully lit it with a lighter, and took a beautiful puff before he replied with a smile: "Novel, I have been writing a novel recently to earn some living expenses." ”

Unexpectedly, after Lu Yang answered, Cao Xue was no longer concerned about the information revealed in his words just now, but looked at the cigarette that Lu Yang put into his mouth in surprise, frowned and asked, "You smoke?"

It is not uncommon for sophomores and juniors to smoke, but it is absolutely rare for freshmen who have just entered college for two months to start smoking.

Therefore, at this moment, Cao Xue was very surprised and a little disgusted.

"It's broken!"

Lu Yang sighed in his heart, and secretly sighed, when he was writing the manuscript before, he couldn't hold back when he wanted to smoke so much, but he didn't expect that a chapter of the manuscript was finished, and he didn't pay attention, so he habitually took out a cigarette and lit it, and actually lit it in front of Cao Xue's eyes.

What joy and sorrow!

Lu Yang wanted to cry without tears.