In the next few days, Tang Mingyao's thoughts were like a spring, in addition to going to class, doing homework and reading every day, at other times, even eating, sleeping and going to the toilet, he was thinking in his mind, how to write the plot better.

For example, the heroine, when he first wrote it, he just wanted to write a female character with justice in his heart, and when he saw some abnormalities in the assassination incident, he saved the male protagonist by chance.

Later, I thought about it, writing like this is a bit thin, so I wrote the heroine as the daughter of the feudal official, who went up the mountain to practice martial arts with a Taoist aunt when she was a child, and suddenly received a letter from her father, saying that there was something important and asked her to go home.

As a result, when she arrived home, she saw the scene of her father being stabbed to death on the spot.

The assassin walked away in front of her, and she tried to stop it, but she couldn't do anything about it.

Just when she was about to chase to the ends of the earth and find out the real murderer, the government solved the case overnight, and the murderer was the hero.

Because of her meeting with the assassin, she keenly discovered the conspiracy in this matter, so she followed the clues all the way to rescue the protagonist at the critical moment when he was rounded up.

After that, the main plot is connected, and the story becomes complete.

There is more suspense in the unit drama, and the plot is more complex and thick, Tang Mingyao is quite satisfied with his setting.

For a week, at a rate of four to five thousand words a day, he quickly turned the ideas in his head into words.

The composition was quickly written one, then another, and then another.

The ballpoint pens were not used, and he still had two left, both of which he quickly used up.

At the end of the week, Tang Mingyao took a long breath and put down his pen.

My wrist was so sore that I just wanted to find a bandage to hang around my neck.

The spirit is not bad, and it can even be said that he is excited, because he is really writing this novel with his heart.

Influenced by reading online novels in his previous life, he didn't bother with the accuracy of the use of individual words and sentences and whether the character descriptions were in place, he just used smooth and simple language to slowly show the story in his heart.

The writing is not pretty.

The description, too, is not particularly detailed.

But in terms of story structure, this story is qualified, plus the gimmick of crossing, it is exciting enough!

Guaranteed to be a sight to behold.

To verify if the story was engaging, he pulled Ma Dan over as his first reader.

After reading it, Ma Dan's face was full of incredulity.

This guy can't imagine that at an age when everyone is still scratching their scalps for 600-word essays, there is a genius who can write novels around him!

It's tens of thousands of words when you write it!

The way he looked at Tang Mingyao's eyes changed.

I was grateful because of Yang Yuan's affairs before, but now it has become worship.

If Tang Mingyao hadn't stopped him, he would probably have knelt down and immediately apprenticed.

There was no class on Saturday night, Tang Mingyao left school after dinner, first went to the newsstand, studied the now popular magazines that can publish martial arts novels, and found that there were no special martial arts periodicals in the county.

""Legend of the Ancient World" has not yet released a martial arts version? When I was in high school, I saw the streets all over the street, but now I don't? ”

"And the popular "Martial Arts Story", which has not yet followed the trend?"

"Then where can I submit this novel?"

After struggling for a while, Tang Mingyao decided that he should first find "Ancient Legends" to submit.

This magazine is full of all kinds of stories, and before launching a special martial arts edition, many martial arts stories have also been published. It is precisely because the above martial arts novels are so popular that the magazine will consider dividing the martial arts into an independent publication.

After buying a copy of "Ancient Legends", Tang Mingyao looked at the publication of various novels on it and the submission methods, and was relieved to see that there was an email address.

Luckily, if he didn't have an e-mail address, he would have had to send his compositions.

When this thing arrives at the magazine, it is difficult to say whether an editor will open it and read it. Most likely, the editor took a look at it and made the text? Elementary school students write and play, right? Then it was thrown aside.

As for copying a new copy, Tang Mingyao said that he didn't want to suffer again. Tens of thousands of words are copied by hand, and they must not be exhausted to death.

The point is that in self-study classes, it is not realistic to write on regular stationery, the teacher will patrol the corridor at any time, and it can be used as a text and disguised as writing, and if you use stationery, it will be confiscated in minutes.

With Lao Pu's arbitrary character, there is no place to cry when the time comes.

Therefore, sending emails is actually the most reliable method.

Now, Tang Mingyao only needs to find a computer, type out the content, and send an email, and all the problems are solved.

After coming to the Internet café, he encountered new difficulties.

Internet cafes can't access the Internet, and the typed out documents need to be copied with a flash drive and transferred to a place with an Internet connection before you can send emails.

In order to save costs, the computers of these two Internet cafes in the county town are not connected, and plugging in the disk is useless. What's more, Tang Mingyao doesn't have a flash drive now.

That's a.

He immediately took his homework book back to school, wondering where to get the Internet.

After thinking about it, I had to find Luo Wenxi.

She had bought a computer in her rural hometown, and after the start of this semester, she bought a new house in the city because she went to the city to study, and she was also equipped with a computer.

If you can borrow their computer to type the novel, you don't have to go back and forth.

"Ask Luo Wenxi tomorrow, if it's convenient, I'll borrow her house, it's inconvenient to find another way." Anyway, I have been at the same table for more than half a month, and I haven't asked her phone number at home, and I can't contact her directly if I have something, which is a mistake! ”

There was nothing to do that night, Tang Mingyao opened the novel, read it again, changed the sentences and typos, and didn't go to bed until it was time.

The next morning, after memorizing English, he made his request.

Luo Wenxi was very happy, and felt that this was not a trouble for her, so she happily took Tang Mingyao to her new home.

The house is in a small area less than five minutes away from the central square of the city, with three bedrooms and one living room, exquisite decoration, ninety percent new, it seems to be a second-hand house bought from someone else.

Luo Wenxi took him into the door, took out a pair of slippers from the shoe rack and said, "You wear my father's, he rarely lives here, and he usually doesn't use it." ”

Tang Mingyao unceremoniously took it and put it on.

The shoes are a bit big and can only be dragged on.

"You just bought this house? How much is the price of the house now? ”

"I don't know, my dad said that it cost more than 70,000 yuan to decorate, and the landlord gave us a set of furniture, that's all."

"It's cheap!"

Tang Mingyao was envious, and said in his heart that when his small shop opened and made more money, I would also buy two houses in the county seat first.

The computer is placed in Rowan Creek's bedroom.

Tang Mingyao followed her in, similar to the layout of the boudoir in the countryside, with the fragrance of a pink girl, clean and tidy, refreshing.

Drip!

The computer is turned on.

After waiting for a while, the desktop of win95 appeared in front of Tang Mingyao's eyes. He didn't mess with the things on the computer, created a document on the desktop, compared it to the text, and began to type the manuscript by hand.