By the time Miyuki Kanda dragged the pine nuts out of the barbecue restaurant, she was really about to cry.

Although the flush on her face has not faded, Miyuki Kanda is already awake, and she can't wake up anymore.

When she saw Matsuko standing on the chair unscrupulously, holding a wooden skewer and pointing at everyone in the barbecue restaurant, making an important speech like a military parade.

She felt like her soul was being roasted over a charcoal fire.

In particular, the frightened and speechless eyes of the guests and waiters made her feel that she could never find a more shameful experience in her life.

"What are you pulling me out for, my band is already going to perform." On the noisy night market street, Songzi looked at her inexplicably.

Yes.

She still looked calm, except that her face was as red as a delicate tomato, and she couldn't tell where she was drunk.

"Matsuko, you're drunk!" Miyuki Kanda stood on tiptoe and grabbed her shoulders.

"I know I'm drunk, but you can't stop my band from winning the national championship, this time against the famous Xiangbei."

“……”

……

Ichiro Yamada returned to a nearby home with a dull pain in his lower body.

The kick of the beautiful black girl was really just right, and it didn't make him inhumane, but the persistent pain made him always have the illusion that a chicken was laid off, so that he found a bench on the side of the road and rested for a while before he could barely walk.

Pushing open the door and turning on the light, the dim bulb flickered several times before it was stable.

In the dim white light, it was a dirty rental house.

The room was littered with leftover soda bottles and beer cans, a large pile of crumpled waste paper piled up on the old sofa, three bowls of instant noodles on the table that hadn't been discarded after eating, a few pairs of dripping shorts on the balcony, and the smell of rotten food and instant noodle seasoning in the air.

The whole room gave people the feeling that the rats had to wipe a handful of tears and come out, and only a standby laptop on the computer desk was the only thing that could be called valuable in his house.

In fact, Ichiro Yamada is not a pure vagrant.

If you insist on having a profession, then being an online writer is his main job.

Like the vast majority of online writers who have no food, Ichiro Yamada has a monthly salary of less than 2,000 yuan to write a fantasy novel called "The Dragon Emperor", which is just over 400, barely enough to support his family's rent and utility bills, and beer and instant noodles are his staple foods.

Before entering the pit, there were countless seniors who warned him that "writing online novels is a dead end", but Ichiro Yamada devoted himself to the online literature career out of love, and successfully incarnated as a member of thousands of street writers, living a life of drunken dreams and death.

Now, if he is given another chance, he will definitely pull the collar of his own shirt and slap him twice to make himself stop choosing this path.

He has understood.

Writing a novel is a dead end!

Opening the writer's backstage, Yamada Ichiro is ready to enter the code word state, after all, the one-month attendance award still has to be mixed, without these six hundred yuan, the monthly income will not be 1,800 yuan, and it is more than this income to wash dishes in a restaurant. In fact, even with these 600 yuan, his monthly income is still not as good as that of an ordinary hotel worker, such a cruel fact is a little disheartening.

Just as Yamada Ichiro was preparing the codeword, he saw a novel page appear on the announcement in the writer's backstage.

"Signing up for the Writers' Workshop!"

What is it?

Ichiro Yamada looked surprised and poked the page open.

Soon.

He figured it out.

This writer's workshop is a training course that can only be signed up for by writers who sign up for the shelf, including rhythm, subject matter, creativity, out-of-chapter skills, etc., and will give you systematic training in all aspects, and will also specially invite several gods in the online literature industry to give you lectures and share their creative experiences.

The Writers' Workshop is currently only open in Guangdong Province and Japan Province, and the training locations are in Guangzhou and Tokyo, and authors from other regions can also apply, but there will be no reimbursement for travel expenses.

In addition, as long as the writer students who sign up are all covered with room and board, and the tuition is free of charge, it can be said that in addition to the travel expenses, the rest is all subsidized by China Literature.

"The Great God Lectures...... Free room and board? And this kind of good thing? Ichiro Yamada was shocked.

The great god's lectures are undoubtedly very attractive to a street writer like him, originally Yamada Ichiro stepped into the online literature world to read the books of the great god and grew up, from the former lord of the stars, and later the blood tyrant knife, crazy Shao, are all the existence that he regards as idols and goals. If you can listen to these great writers give you lectures, it is definitely a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that you should not miss!

Also, the free board and lodging are very attractive.

Ichiro Yamada was already financially constrained and had a difficult life, so he ate instant noodles every day, and he participated in training classes with room and board, not to mention that the food was definitely higher than the instant noodles he ate every day.

Since the training site of the Ministry of Japan is located in Tokyo, why not go to the train if you don't have a lot of fare?

Really.

The fantasy author group is also discussing this matter.

"I really want to go, but I'm in Suzhou, it's too far, and the fare is super expensive."

"There are a total of 100 places, I'm afraid not everyone can go, I guess it takes people with good grades."

"I think this kind of opportunity should be pursued, and if you can go, it's best to go to the editor and sign up."

"I just asked Fox University, not everyone can go, there are not many places, you can only look at the results, I think people like me who haven't been on the shelves don't even have the qualifications to sign up."

"I'm so envious of the people who can go, I'm afraid that these 15 will be hopeless."

“……”

Yamada Ichiro very decisively chatted privately about his responsible editor White Fox, the entire starting point fantasy editorial group has three responsible editors, his responsible editor is one of the white foxes, in the starting point fantasy editorial group, this white fox is the shortest time in office, and it is also the most people-friendly, and the other editors are generally too lazy and have no time to pay attention to their authors, only this fox is willing to take the trouble to tell the street writers some experience in the rhythm of the theme, and it is said that the famous madman is signed by the white fox.

"Fox University, can I go to the seminar? I live in Tokyo. ”

"You hope a lot, and it is considered to be among the top people who have signed up so far, although it is because people with good grades have not signed up."

Editors in the evening are usually at home after work, so the reply speed will be a little faster than usual, and the white fox quickly replied, "I promise to try to help you get it." ”

"Thank you, Fox!" Ichiro Yamada was overjoyed, and by the way, he didn't forget to pat a sycophant, "It's great to be able to follow the fox big mess!" ”

"You write well, don't be a eunuch, I'll thank God." The white fox replied, as an editor, what I am most afraid of is that it is written that the author in his hand will be a eunuch one day, isn't the promotion channel arranged by this TM for this author all wasted.

"Definitely, definitely!"

After receiving the assurance of the editor-in-charge, Ichiro Yamada was in a particularly comfortable mood.

"The Great God Lectures...... The sword is big and the supreme god like the mad boy will also go, right? I can finally see me.,I heard that the crazy boy is a cute girl.,I don't know what it looks like.。 He muttered to himself.