At the beginning of the month, the old blind was icy and snowy, stormy, naked/body 720-degree front flip plus back flip plus Thomas full spin, kneeling on the ground, JJ touched the ground to ask you for a monthly pass, a recommendation ticket, and a small reward......

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The midterm exam just after made Wang Bo "nervous" for a few days, of course, for him now, the so-called nervousness, that is, doing two hours more homework than usual at night. Now that the midterm exam has passed, his whole learning state, including his interest in learning, is like a skier who has flown over a peak, and he has begun to plummet. Several subjects that need to be tested in the college entrance examination have been passed by him in the past few months, although he dare not say how solid his mastery of knowledge points is, but the entire theoretical system of mathematics, physics and chemistry in high school has been established by him. What he needs to do now and in the future is to consolidate and strengthen the system by doing a lot of questions, so that he can always maintain a high level of test-taking.

It can be said that with the innate advantages of foreign language and Chinese, even if he takes the college entrance examination now, he will definitely be able to get a high score.

With such a "I'm awesome" mentality, it is almost impossible to develop a great enthusiasm for the classes on weekdays. What's more, Wang Bo's knowledge of high school, including college, has long lost his sense of freshness and expectation.

Wang Bo, who has nothing to do in class and is getting bored more and more, wanders around the classroom. After sitting for a few days, I finally couldn't bear this waste of time and life.

"No, I can't. Lao Tzu has to find something else to do, otherwise, if he stays so idle, Lao Tzu will definitely go crazy!"

But what are you looking for to do, and what is appropriate for class to do without being interfered with by the teacher?

Do the questions, do some difficult questions. A way to kill time, of course. But Wang Bo did the questions to prepare for the exam, and he was by no means really interested in these things. Now that the midterm exams are over, the final exams are still very early. It seems too early to start cramming.

Don't do the question. That's reading books.

But what kind of books to read? Books that are too complicated and too serious for him to read, but books that are lighthearted and entertaining. Such as martial arts. He has seen a lot of baskets in his previous life. From Jin Yong, Gu Long, to Huang Yi, and then to all kinds of online texts in later generations, the novels he read, with the number of words, need to use "100 million" as the unit; In exchange for cost, he also needs to use "thousand" as the unit! Whether it is a martial arts novel or a fantasy novel. or has not yet officially appeared on the stage of history, and has become a major category of Xianxia novels in later generations. It's not new to him, and it's not much to look at. The jokes and stalks commonly used in these novels, he can even say that he may not be able to finish for three days and three nights.

I don't want to do questions, I don't want to read books, or why don't you just write a book to play?

As soon as the idea of writing a book came out of Wang Bo's heart, he was a little out of control. His heart immediately began to heat up, and he became eager to try, an almost instinctive reaction that made him feel a little strange to himself.

When it comes to writing books, there is a reason why Wang Bo began to be excited, both physically and mentally:

In his previous life, Wang Bo's love for literature - of course, if reading martial arts fantasy novels can also be called literature - has become out of control since a certain day in the third year of junior high school. In the three years of high school and four years in college, plus the seven or eight years after work, he read at least thousands of novels of all kinds, from martial arts to fantasy, from fairy tales to supernatural abilities, and because he studied English and American literature in college, he also read dozens of hundreds of ancient and modern Chinese and foreign world classics, including Chinese and English. He can call himself a "literary and artistic element" or a "literary youth" without exaggeration at all, and he does not need to blush. And the "sentimentality" in his own character, and to some extent the "sadness and sadness", are also related to the novels he has read and the artistic edification he has received.

"Literary and artistic elements" or "literary youths" usually have literary dreams, and Wang Bo is no exception! When he was in college, under the cold influence and stimulation of the fame of a book, Wang Bo officially began his literary creation in the second semester of his sophomore year. He spent half a year, at a speed of about 1,000 words a day, and carefully wrote the first and only novel in his previous life.

Pure literature, traditional novels!

In a literature class at the beginning of his junior year, Professor Sun, who teaches modern literature, asked the students in the class to write an essay and hand it in. Wang Bo was too lazy to write, so he directly excerpted a more wonderful plot from his novel, added a beginning and an ending, and made a short story of eight or nine thousand words and handed it in. A few days later, Professor Sun was quite excited to find Wang Bo and ask him about the details of the short story he had created. Wang Bo didn't say much, and directly handed over a large stack of transcripts that had been transcribed by more than a dozen signature pens that had been written by him to Professor Sun, and by the way, Professor Sun, a professor of literature, corrected one or two. Professor Sun spent a whole month "studying" Wang Bo's masterpiece, and finally gave the following comments: It is quite good and can be published! Through his connections, Wang Bo's manuscript was given to another female professor of the university who specializes in literary criticism. The female professor also spent a month "reading" Wang Bo's "masterpiece". A month later, Wang Bo received a manuscript from the female professor. Wang Bo opened it and looked at it, and almost every two or three pages, he wrote his thoughts, feelings and comments with a pencil in the blank space on the side. Before Wang Bo left the female teacher's home, the other party came to the following conclusion:

There are talented people from all over the country, and they are wonderful! Moreover, there has been a considerable breakthrough in traditional literature, and the publication is more than enough!

Wang Bo was greatly boosted by the professors of the two majors of the college at the same time, and immediately felt that he was afraid that he was going to become famous and famous like the cold! Excited, he went online overnight that night to check the addresses and telephone numbers of the top 10 literary publishing houses in the country. Early the next morning, I hurriedly called the publishing house one by one on the phone number that I had copied and written, saying that I had written a novel, and I felt pretty good, and I wanted to submit the manuscript to your society. As soon as the other party heard that Wang Bo was going to send the original manuscript, he hurriedly asked him to stop, saying that the original manuscript did not need to be sent, and asked him to write the main content of the novel, and then excerpt some wonderful passages and send it over. Wang Bo called several publishers in a row, and the reply from the other party was similar, just ask him to send some highlights, and there was no need to send the entire manuscript.

So, Wang Bo began to excerpt the highlights in a hurry. After the excerpt is finished, I start to make copies and send them one by one according to the address. After all this was done, Wang Bo was full of ambition, waiting for the call from the publishing house, imagining that the major publishing houses would compete with each other and not give in to each other, and finally have to bid each other to raise royalties to compete for his dream of "masterpiece".

And the reason why a dream is a dream is that it can only be thought, not seen.

Wang Bo waited for three months, but he didn't wait for a call. Three months later, he took out the phone number of the publishing house he had written down again, dialed them one by one, and cautiously asked how the other party had thought about the literary works he had sent to your publisher three months ago, and whether they could be published?

SORRY!

At this point, no matter how sluggish Wang Bo was, he began to understand that it was not difficult for a layman who had no name and nothing to do with the publishing industry to successfully publish a novel, but it was difficult to reach the sky!

Many years later, Wang Bo looked back on this past, on the one hand, he laughed at his naivety, naivety, and unrealistic at that time; on the other hand, with more experience and life experience, he re-read the book he wrote when he was a student, in fact, it was not as good as he imagined, so good, and there was no "quite good" praised by the two teachers, and what "there are talents from all generations of the country" This kind of high praise, it must be polite words. At that time, he didn't know much about human feelings, but he was complacent about it, looking forward to himself, and felt that he was going to "make a splash if he didn't make a sound" from now on, and he didn't hear that people were just saying kind words about people's common feelings!

However, the book he wrote in his sophomore year, in all fairness, was still quite good, quite good, both in terms of writing and thought, more than a notch above the cold book "Triple Gate". But the other party has become a well-known best-selling author, driver, and even a high-grossing commercial director because of "Triple Gate", and is envied, jealous and hated by countless literary youth, but he made a joke and didn't even touch the door of the publishing house.

After resigning in the previous life, Wang Bo also wandered in the online literature circle for several years, writing three or four novels with a total of two or three million words. Sitting in front of the computer for many years, the ditch sits in pain, the chrysanthemum sits crippled, and the total amount of money earned does not exceed three thousand, resulting in a sad end of not being able to eat and be unable to cover the body.

In this regard, although Wang Bo was reborn, he was still haunted and quite unwilling.

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PS: Today, I saw that many writers and friends began to use the "leave note" to ask for leave, which made the old blind person who had not known the taste of vacation for several months also itchy and unbearable, and his heart was like a cat's claw. I would like to ask: Can you allow me to take one day off, two days off the shift, and rest and recuperate?:) (To be continued.) )