Just the day before the game, Mu Ling's QQ finally flashed, and Mu Ling said secretly: It's here!

Tremblingly opened the portrait, just now I was full of confidence, but now I am a little timid, afraid that the work will be devalued to worthless, especially if I call myself directly to recommend myself in such a high-profile manner, will it leave a bad impression, ah~~~ Mu Ling's heart wailed silently. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Is it the cat on the other side? I'm Kogoro from the Genie Editing Team at the starting point, do you have time to talk about your work now? The dialog box opens, and a line of black text hits the human eye. Kogoro, why not call Maori Kogoro, the existence that was shot by Conan with more than 800 stitches and is still alive.

"I'm always free, please." Mu Ling seemed to hear her own pounding heartbeat.

"That's good, in general, you write very well, so let me talk about my opinion of your work, the overall structure is a fantasy upgrade stream, and a lot of funny parts have been added during it, and people who like this theme should be attracted."

"But it's not so much a novel as an essay, there are too many scenes to describe, and the dialogue content, the protagonist's psychology is portrayed too little, and the background of the characters is not clear enough, so you need to be more varied and create your own style."

"So as an author, do you like stories like this?" Kogoro changed his tone and asked questions.

"Ah, it should be said that I think this kind of subject matter is popular now, which meets the appetite of readers, and should get good results." After hesitating for a moment, Mu Ling still decided to say what she thought in her heart, and to deal with the little kid, Mu Ling can be said to be at her fingertips, but with the brain capacity of the third year of high school, she still has to be cautious about some things in society.

"These may be my personal thoughts, and there are two types of successful novelists."

"One is the type that succeeds in writing as much as you like, and if it sounds good, it's a genius, and if it's bad, it's the type with fewer roots."

"There's also the type of guy who calculates the market as much as you can and figure out how to succeed."

"Most of the novelists who write best-selling works are people who have not been calculated, and it can be said that it is more difficult to write after calculation."

"On the other hand, people who can succeed through calculations are very strong, and they won't be gone after a work, and we editors will help them."

"Hehe, I don't force you, I just hope you don't take it to other websites, if you can, our editorial department also wants to see your next development. Let's cheer together at the starting point! ”

"If you encounter any problems, just contact me qq, there is really something important and I am not online, you can call me directly, X...... X。 ”

The excited Mu Ling directly sent a dancing expression, and the editor threw out the number, didn't he say that his future was just around the corner?

"It's not okay to be complacent just if you get affirmation, when I find gold, I will give my mobile phone number without hesitation, you can be regarded as a copper coin now." Xiao Wulang seemed to have guessed Mu Ling's thoughts, and pounced on a basin of cold water mercilessly.

Mu Ling looked at the text messages sent by Xiao Goro, and said them very clearly, and couldn't help but ponder, is this editor trustworthy? After all, there are good and bad editors.

There are many remarks on the Internet about what editors are too fierce, too rude, and look down on newcomers.

"If you can, your novel can be published directly on our website after some deletions, and I have marked some errors in it, and there is a newcomer fantasy contest recently, you can take this work and try it."

"Is that the annual contest where the best one is selected from the submissions?" Mu Ling's fighting spirit was ignited all of a sudden.

"Don't expect too much, the selection is very strict, and to be honest, we didn't know that kind of work would sell well. Keep up the codeword, and if the results are good, I will come to find a sign. ”

(Because it's QQ chatting, Xiao Goro's words are said sentence by sentence, and I hope you don't mind.) . . ）

"Thank you for the guidance."

After replying, Mu Ling embedded her whole body in the chair and exhaled slowly, since she had the opportunity to sign a contract, then this self-recommendation should be considered a success...... It's right. Well, with one go, I can usher in the dawn of the work by changing the work.

It took nearly four hours for the excited Mu Ling to correct the errors marked in it one by one, it seems that Kogoro is also a careful editor, and he also wrote some comments and suggestions for the development of the article at the back of the manuscript, which really made Mu Ling a little excited.

On the second day, it was the day of the painting competition, Mu Ling came to the painting competition by herself, the venue was in the lobby of the municipal government, full of neat tables and chairs, looking at the big or small, or gearing up or nervous contestants, Mu Ling's heart was also constantly beating drums.

Mu Ling has absolute confidence in the final exam, so she is very relaxed, but Mu Ling is not sure at all in this competition, after all, with the skills of the previous life, she only won a consolation prize.

Therefore, now it is how much Dong Yushi cares about that period of the past in his heart, but since Tang Xiaochen was able to win the top spot in the previous life with ink grapes, then he will not fall behind in this one.

Lifting the pen, Mu Ling fell down decisively, without any hesitation, now is not the time to grind, what is painted now is her own future.

Warm tones, since Xie Lao reminded me, it must make sense.

Mu Ling imagined that she and her favorite relatives would build a house in front of such a beautiful landscape and live, without disturbance, without hustle and bustle, without intrigue, and some were just the most tranquil, simple, and sincere get along, and naturally felt the joy of the heart.

Brush brush, dragon flying snake dance, Mu Ling's pen is like a fighting tiger, arrogant and brave, even the teachers around the invigilator can't bear to look sideways, sighing at the student's skills.

After a while, Mu Ling's painting was mostly completed, and it was time for the last coloring. However, a traffic policeman in a blue uniform suddenly ran into the field, and after whispering to the invigilator for a while, the invigilator pointed to Mu Ling's location, and the traffic police walked straight over.

"Hello, is it Mu Ling?" The traffic policeman asked breathlessly, as if he had run over.

Mu Ling raised her head and frowned, feeling a little unhappy in her heart, after all, the most taboo thing for painters when painting is interference from the outside world. However, the next words of the traffic police directly knocked Mu Ling to the bottom.

"Your mother was hit by a car on the road and is now in the hospital, I wonder if she will go with me now, or after the race?"