Chapter Twenty-Four: The Other Shore Fireworks Magazine

"What's this, good things should be shared!"

Li Mengqi has a poisonous snake mouth attribute, but at this time, he didn't care, covered his mouth and grinned.

"Believe me, I have uploaded your videos on Weibo, Tieba, and forums, so I guarantee that you will become popular this time! You don't know how fierce the audience's reaction was just now, no boy in our second middle school can play basketball, and now you are the bearded Mulan! ”

Su Li twitched the corners of his mouth.

This describes herself as Mulan...... Why is it so awkward?

Well, Mulan is male in this world.

Back in the classroom, the two chatted a few words, then packed their schoolbags and went home.

"Don't forget to pass the novel to me, I'll judge you, don't be glassy, my mouth is very poisonous!"

"No problem, you can just be critical."

Before leaving, of course, the two did not forget about the novel.

After all, this is Su Li's guy.

Riding a bicycle, as usual, Su Li jingled all the way home.

When I entered the house, I didn't see my mother come home, my father Su Dekai made dinner early, and Qingqing was also sitting at the dinner table, knocking on the bowl with chopsticks and waiting to be fed.

"Brother, you're too late to come back today, aren't you?" Seeing Su Li go home, the little girl was decisively dissatisfied.

Su Li smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, there is a basketball game in the school today, and I participated in it, and I played it for a long time." ”

"Oh...... Yes? Su Qingqing blinked, "Brother, do you still play basketball?" When will you be, why don't I know? ”

"It's nothing, I haven't been learning for long."

Su Li smiled, this is true, he actually hasn't touched basketball for a long time in his previous life.

If you've just been reborn, you won't be able to play, but isn't there a physical education class in this school? When he was idle, he revisited it.

"Okay......"

Su Qingqing pursed her lips, she was not interested in this matter.

"By the way, brother, are you still going to do that live broadcast?" The little girl remembered something, and said at this time, "In the past month, the water friends in my live broadcast room have mentioned your affairs if they have nothing to do, and they all want to watch you play games again...... Some girls even said that if you don't stream, they won't tip me again. ”

Speaking of this, she paused, with a look of envy and jealousy: "Hmph, these dead house girls fantasize about beautiful boys all day long!" I don't know how to be practical at all! ”

"That's ......"

Su Li pondered for a moment.

To be honest, he is also quite interested in making money through live broadcasting.

He didn't think there was any shame in making money from girls or audiences.

Because, the game anchor can be roughly divided into two categories.

One is the technical anchor, playing games is a test of real kung fu, and from their live broadcasts, the audience can also learn game skills.

One is an entertainment anchor,Game technology is secondary,Mainly eloquence,To be able to tell jokes,For example, the first-line anchor of squid TV"Meimei Xiaogongju",It is to rely on the eloquence that comes with playing games,Amuse the audience,Bring them joy,Get a reward from them。

The profession of anchor, perhaps some people will despise it and feel that the person who rewards them has a problem with their brains.

But no matter what kind of anchor they are, they eat according to their own ability, and the nature is the same as that of a regular profession.

Playing games, this is also a way, although Su Li's interest in games is not as big as novels, but you can try it, and if it goes well, you can have more financial resources.

"Okay, when I'll be free tomorrow." After thinking about it for a while, Su Li nodded and said, "Tomorrow is Saturday, you pay taxes with your water friends first, and I will come around eight o'clock in the evening." ”

"Really? Then I'll say it after eating today! ”

Su Qingqing blinked and laughed out of two cute little dimples.

"Brother, you are not allowed to cheat! Otherwise, next time I'll put two cockroaches in your bed! ”

"Don't worry, it won't."

Seeing his sister's happy appearance, Su Li also smiled and touched her little head.

The little girl is naughty and mischievous, with all kinds of damage and pinching on her mouth, but in essence she is still very clingy to her brother.

Dinner is still Su's father's various "education", what do you say you have to study hard if you leave, Qingqing you have to learn to be obedient, in short, it is still the same as your mother and father.

"Hey, Dad, you're a chicken."

"What do you say! I'm doing this for your good! ”

"Come on, can you change your lines, I don't know how my mother married you, you are verbose and stingy, and you still stink so much when you wash your feet......"

"Smack!"

At this time, my father would always knock a chestnut on my sister's head.

It's almost a daily routine.

It's a lot of fun.

After eating, Su Li talked to his family and went upstairs.

The feeling of playing basketball in the afternoon is still there, and he is now full of inspiration and wants to write it down immediately.

That's right, I'm sure I'll be able to write something better this time!

……

China, Shanghai.

An office building in the inner ring of the city, "Fireworks" magazine on the other side.

At this time, a man and three women were working overtime.

They are the editors of the magazine.

There are four editors in the editorial department of "Fireworks on the Other Side", one editor-in-chief and three editors-in-charge.

The editor-in-chief's name is Lao Dou, a bald man in his forties, and the other three editors are all young girls in their twenties, named Yezi, Starry Sky and Yuanyuan.

Of course, these names are only "industry stage names" in the editing industry.

"Alas, another failed work."

After being busy for a long time, Ye Zi yawned, stretched, and deleted the contents of the file in boredom.

"I said Lao Dou, there's no need to do any essays, right? Look at all the novels that have been submitted, a large stack of scraps, it's a waste of time! ”

"No, my boyfriend's date is ruined!"

The starry sky next to him looked indignant, and at the end he added in a whisper, "I worked overtime for a month, and the salary is still so little." ”

"Oh, don't be so angry, Sister Xing, Sister Ye." Yuanyuan is as her name suggests, with a small round face, she looks the youngest, and she smiles and comes out to play the round, "It is also fun to experience the feelings and hard work of the creator from the words between the lines of the work, isn't it?" ”

"Mao's feelings and hard work!"

As soon as Ye Zi heard this, he immediately exploded and shook the mouse in his hand.

"You say that these new authors don't have the basic skills of writing well, so they want to come out and write novels? The routine can't, the writing is all kinds of scum, and some don't even know how to use punctuation! What good things can be written about these? Novels can't be written by just fooling around with words! ”

"That's it!" Xingkong echoed on the side, "The point is that some newcomer authors still put on a posture, feeling disdainful of using any routines, feeling that their writing is very fresh and refined, and they feel that others can't understand it because they don't know how to appreciate it, but they don't even know that they don't even have the ability to tell a good story!" ”

"That's right, you can learn if you don't know how to write, hone your writing, learn routines, even if it's something that someone else has written, it's not a shame!"

"Alas, the threshold for writing novels is getting lower and lower now!"

"Who's to say it isn't! But no matter how low the threshold is, there is also a threshold, and not everyone can write it! ”

"Leave a message at the top of the space as early as possible, let those newcomers read more novels by old authors, learn more basic knowledge, learn writing, just don't listen!"

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"Ahem, you can say these things in private after work." There was the sound of Lao Bean coughing from the side.

Only then did the girls come to their senses, quickly stopped talking, stuck out their tongues, and returned to their respective computers.

After a while.

"There are still no eye-catching works!" Ye Zi pushed the keyboard and sighed, "This time, the magazine may open a few more skylights!" ”

"Sister Ye, have you read all the submissions?" Yuan Yuan poked his head to the side.

Ye Zi shook his head: "No, there are a lot of submissions this time, and there are more than a dozen more today...... There are hundreds of new submissions to be approved every day, how can it be so easy to read, not to mention that nine out of ten of them can only be used as scraps, and at the end of the day, my brain is about to be blown up by words. ”

Yuan Yuan smiled: "Sister Ye, mine has finished reading, let me help you, you go and rest." ”

"This ...... How embarrassing! ”

"It's okay, everyone is in the same job!"

"Okay, then I'll trouble you, thank you."

"You're welcome."

Yuan Yuan sat down on Ye's computer desk and opened her mailbox.

Pull down the mouse, and sure enough, there are more than a dozen unread emails below, and the titles are all submissions for this solicitation of papers.

Yuan Yuan browsed one by one, and at this time, suddenly, she saw a strange email.

"Hey, this email...... It seems like a month ago! ”