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The online articles he reads are only limited to some of his favorite authors, although sometimes he will go to renovate new works, but most of them are discarded by him at the beginning.

I have to say that although there is no threshold for online writing, he has never seen a newcomer write a good work without a few years of training, and in addition, there is no guarantee for a newcomer's new work.

Too = too much judgment.

Over time, even if he rushes to the membership, he won't go to those newcomers and new works.

Although Qiao Mingzhe is not optimistic about newcomers and new works, the words "Bad Guy = Yes = How to Practice" still caught his eye at once.

"To borrow the name of "How Steel is Made", isn't this person very witty?" Seeing that Qiao Mingzhe was moved, Li Xuan hurriedly stood up and pushed Qiao Mingzhe to the computer to encourage him.

Qiao Mingzhe nodded.

How Steel is Made

"Badass = How = Made"

Such a similar name, simple and straightforward, but it makes people interested.

Regardless of the contents, the name is enough to make it attract many readers.

This man called "Pen Writer" is very smart!

Thinking about it, Qiao Mingzhe opened the homepage of the book and looked at the introduction on it:

[I am not a hero, and I am unparalleled in my eyes.

I'm a bad guy, infinitely arrogant.

Who else is me?

When Xie Wendong decided to put down the pen in his hand and pick up the steel knife, the black = Dao, which had been calm for a long time, was destined to be turned upside down! 】

"In just sixty-eight words, it not only points out the theme, but also makes people curious, judging from the introduction, this novel should be good." Qiao Mingzhe recognized a little more in his heart.

Like all readers, after reading the introduction, he did not open the text, but pulled it down and read the book review directly.

A book review is a refractor for the novel.

In the era of network informatization, readers' evaluation of books is no longer as limited as in the past, and all their thoughts can be written in the book review area for the reference of readers and authors.

But unfortunately, this is a new book.

In addition to the words of advertising that Qiao Mingzhe saw below, there are many return visit posts.

Glancing at the book review area, he clicked on the text.

[Volume 1: Young Blood].

[Chapter 1: Bullying]

[In the nineties of the twentieth century, in the corridor on the first floor of the teaching building of the No. 2 Middle School in J City.

"Hey, boy, give me all the money!" Two teenagers with dyed gray hair compared a thin student to a corner.

The student lowered his head and whispered, "I don't have any money." ”

"Smack", one of the two teenagers slapped the student in the face, "Fuck you, don't talk to me, hurry up!" ”。

The corners of the student's mouth were red, and tears fell uncontrollably. This is the short and fat boy next to the tall man who said, "Forget it, don't break it." This kid is the top student in my class, haha"

The tall man looked at the student, "Grass, look at you bear-like, you have a fart for studying," and turned to the fat man and said, "Old fat, you go and rummage through his pocket, why don't I believe he has no money!" ”

The fat man hummed, came to the student and said, "Xie Wendong, you let go of your hand" It turned out that the student heard the tall boy's words and grabbed his trouser pocket with his hand. 】

"Concise, brisk, straight to the point, no long explanations, although the writing is bland and with some foul language, but the overall feeling is very comfortable and can be read."

Thinking in his heart, Qiao Mingzhe's recognition of this book has increased by another point.

At the same time, he was almost certain that the person writing the book was not a newcomer, at least, not a newcomer, and that there was not much flowery rhetoric between the writings, but there was nothing difficult to understand.

That's what they, the readers, crave.

Like those who start with a long explanation, or who hope to turn their novel into a Dream of Red Mansions, Qiao Mingzhe just wants to say on behalf of the readers: Get out!

As a reader, what he sees is lively and vulgar.

Dislike?

Then don't write it.

Who is in the mood to watch you pretend to be an uncle?

For readers with bad tastes who are raised by the great gods, Qiao Mingzhe can't say whether he likes it or not, he can only say that he is right, and because the other party is a small and transparent network, he can't help but continue to read with a judgmental eye.

When he read that Xie Wendong was bullied again and Xu Na stood up to defend it, Qiao Mingzhe couldn't help frowning.

The heroine?

Romance?

Dianniang is a big platform, as the pillar of the male frequency, in fact, there are many female authors.

Although Qiao Mingzhe does not discriminate against girls writing male frequency, he still tries not to read novels written by female authors, after all, girls' thinking is different from that of boys.

He has also seen many female authors before who clearly write about male frequency, but they have to create an idiot at the beginning.

This simply makes the article heavily discounted.

What they want to see is cool!

Not romance.

However, it is not ruled out that this Xu Na will become the heroine in the future.

With such doubts, Qiao Mingzhe continued to read.

[By this time, most of the students in the school had already left.]

The lights in the hallway were turned off a lot, and it seemed a little dim.

Xie Wendong walked to the corridor on the first floor, which was the place he was most afraid of, because Li Shuang and those people were often waiting for him here.

Seeing that the corridor was empty, Xie Wendong's hanging heart finally fell.

But halfway through the hallway, the door to the classroom next to me opened, and four or five people walked out of it. There are Li Shuang and the tall man who grabbed the money yesterday.

Li Shuang said with an evil smile on his face: "Xie Wendong, you are out, let's wait!" ”

As he spoke, four or five people surrounded Xie Wendong.

Xie Wendong felt a little chill in his heart, he had never been bullied by so many people, and his tears almost fell, "Li Shuang, ...... today." I'm sorry this morning! ”

"I'll fuck you! Don't say anything else, take out the money for me first. Li Shuang relied on the large number of people and spoke a lot hard. 】

"Nest Bag"

Qiao Mingzhe secretly scolded angrily, and at the same time, a faint expectation surged in his heart, not noticing that his emotions had been guided by the novel, and now he couldn't take care of a lot, and couldn't wait to look down.

[He (Xie Wendong) feels that he has no meaning in living at all, what is there to study well? It's not that I'm being bullied!

Why?

He hit himself on the head with his fists, he was too weak, why didn't he fight with them, why didn't he dare to tell his parents about being bullied at school.

After a while, his mood calmed down a bit, Xie Wendong stood up and sorted out his wrinkled clothes and walked out of school.

At this time, it was raining in the sky outside, and Xie Wendong was strolling down the street.

He thanked the heavens for raining at this time, at least he could make others unable to see his tears, he just wanted to live an ordinary life, is it difficult?

Why should others go to school with peace of mind, but they should be afraid?

If this is God's punishment for the weak, then he decides at this time to be strong in the future.

No more bullying by anyone.

On this day, it was raining outside, and Xie Wendong will never forget it, because this day was the beginning of a change in his life. 】

The first chapter of the novel ends with this series of interrogative sentences and God-like narration, but it is precisely because of this ending that Qiao Mingzhe wants to know the rest of the story.

He had almost forgotten that just a few minutes earlier, he had thought about treating the novel with a stern gaze.

None of that matters now, though.

He wants to know what's next!

Just as Qiao Mingzhe put the mouse on the 'next chapter', a thought flashed through his mind.

"Li Xuan."

"What's wrong?"

"I thought of a better way to get more subscriptions to the school magazine."

"How?"

"Serialized!"

"Serial?"

"Yes, you see, many commercial novels now will be serialized in the back, since we are reforming this time, employment should be innovated, and we will also create a serialization column later." Because of his excitement, Qiao Mingzhe's words were extremely fast.

Li Xuan was also driven by Qiao Mingzhe, "This is a good way," but in an instant, his expression was replaced by worry, "But, do you think there is a possibility of serialization of our manuscripts?" ”

Just now, he just took the time to look at it for a while, and he already felt that he had been hurt a lot.

Although the school magazine does not have high requirements for the quality of the novel like a business magazine.

But there are also requirements.

What stinky melons and rotten meat are on it, what is it called?

Serial.

The manuscript is very difficult.

If it doesn't arouse the reader's interest, the serialization loses its meaning.

"Don't worry about this, it's better if we can choose the serialized manuscript, if we can't choose it, let's choose from the online article." Qiao Mingzhe pushed his glasses and said confidently.

"It's good, but can you agree to do this?"

After all, the online article is still the death hole of the school.

"If you don't agree, we can change it, we can delete those violent things or something, and if it doesn't work, let's continue to write," Qiao Mingzhe smiled faintly, "I think, with our writing, can't we write such a simple thing?" ”

As an old book lover.

Qiao Mingzhe is convinced of his writing.

Moreover, this is not for him to write it himself, but to revise and revise it on the original book.

There is little to worry about.

"But Mingzhe, what are you going to choose? The great gods you like to watch, everyone knows it, if you change it......" Even though Qiao Mingzhe said this, Li Xuan was still a little worried.

"So, this time I decided that we are looking for new works by newcomers, no lists, no gods, pure newcomers and new works, such as this one," Qiao Mingzhe pointed to "Bad Guy = How to Practice" on Dian Niang, "I think, this novel can be used as a serialization in this issue, what do you think?" ”

"This one?" Li Xuan was stunned, "Mingzhe, this is a black = Taoist novel." ”

"Yes, it's black = sermon, but the author is not famous, so let's serialize it, no one will suspect that it was copied from the Internet, and," Qiao Mingzhe smiled lightly, "Do you remember the last time when two classmates in high school got into a fight and got to the principal?" ”

"Freshman fight?"

Li Xuan was a little confused, and he didn't know why Qiao Mingzhe asked like this.

But soon, he reacted.

The last time there was a fight in the first year of high school, although the school didn't say anything, it still held a meeting with the teachers of each class, asking them to come back to educate the students in each class and avoid the recurrence of violent incidents.

That's right.

The school called the incident a "violent incident."

He remembers that the protagonist of that "violent incident" was the conflict between good students and bad students, and the protagonist of the story in "Bad Guy" was also the conflict between good students and bad students, and it was also written about school violence.

That said, there's a lot of room for change.

Thinking of this, Li Xuan was also excited.

If the school magazine can be serialized, then won't he be able to read novels openly in the future?

Li Xuan was excited.

But now, the most excited person is not him, but the entire freshman A class of high school.

The news of the bet spread throughout the class.

Throughout the afternoon, Xu Yi heard the most words, "Why don't you use your pen yet", "Remember to show us when you write it", "Is there no inspiration?" Why don't you write about our class?"

Whenever he heard this, Xu Yi always shook his head and smiled bitterly.

The writer profession is certainly a bit mysterious.

No matter how mysterious it is, it's not a monkey.

What is it to look at him like that?

Because of the bet, whenever he bows his head and writes, there will always be unconscious people who come up to look at it.

For such an unexpected 'visitor', Xu Yi couldn't cry or laugh, but he didn't expect it, and it made him cry and laugh even more, and it was still to come......