Recently, every night, I can only watch my roommates sing all kinds of "night and night songs" and go out to play, but I have to nest in a place of less than two square meters in front of the computer screen, typing "My Good Story" to participate in the competition, and this is all thanks to the guy Weiwei.

One sunny afternoon a few days ago. The two of us were eating ice cream under the big tree in front of the dormitory building. Then I suddenly said something that made me suddenly stupid as if I said, "Look, the clouds are so beautiful today."

"Xiao Ke, there is a prize collection contest for good stories on campus. I've signed you up. ”

"What?"

"It's nothing, well, it's just a little more than a month later, you have to remember to hand in a novel to the Youth League Committee."

"What Youth League Committee? I'll go, and you'll do it for me. You still dare me to submit a manuscript to the Youth League Committee. Have you forgotten that they didn't ban me a long time ago? ”

"I don't think it's blocked, and the name has been reported. I think they forgot about it last time. ”

"Also registered? What kind of essay is it? Is it okay for someone else to sign up on my behalf? ”

"What kind of agent, I went to ask for a form, directly filled in your information, and handed it in! They don't know if I'm Yao Weiwei or Mei Ke. ”

"That's okay...... How many words to write? ”

"It seems that it is not less than 30,000 or 50,000......"

"I'm going, is it 30,000 or 50,000? Do you think 350,000 words are easy to write? Do you know how to count? ”

"Oh, 350,000 is still a problem for you. If you write a random paragraph one night, you won't have to write 5,000 words! Isn't there still more than a month to go! ”

"Damn!"

"Rely on your size, hurry up and write, you have to invite me to a big dinner if you get the bonus."

"You're really blinded by lard......"

That's it, and the two of us went back to the dorm after eating the ice cream calmly.

Since then, I have been working day and night, and I don't know that it is such a slight assumption that makes my future life so unpeaceful.

If you want to talk about my writing habits, I probably started by writing a diary every day, but I didn't expect that later I wrote and wrote, and these things could actually earn manuscript fees. And Weiwei, as my best friend and best friend, will naturally follow me.

However, I almost never published an article in any media on campus, and I actually submitted it once, but that was the first and last time I contributed to the campus media, which was the time I was banned in the conversation with Weiwei.

This "blocking incident" also starts when I first entered the school.

On the first day of school, I was dazzled by the variety of clubs on campus. I only knew how to study in high school, and it was only from that time that I really felt the college life, no, to be precise, it should be the colorful life.

It's a pity, there are so many clubs, most of them can only be seen, what vocal music, dance, roller skating, comics, such clubs for me at that time, it was just to go up to see a fresh, for the college entrance examination, these were once banned in our spare time, because at that time, only the results of cultural classes were king. As a result, in the end, I felt like a dirt bun, who only knew how to read, but not how to live.

At that time, I went back and forth, filling in only my name and contact information in the directory of the literary club.

At that time, I thought that after studying for so many years, in addition to arithmetic and memorizing texts, after all, I still have a skill, that is, writing. At one point, I swore that I would join the Literary Society, and that I might make a big difference here in the future. But it often backfires, just like the stunned youth will always be frustrated at the beginning, and then learn the truth of being obedient, but I didn't expect that as soon as I got out of the teacher, I planted a big heel.

This big heel, to put it bluntly, is just an article I wrote, an article that seems to me to be very ordinary, ordinary thoughts, small essays, or written in the third year of high school, the content is a little decadent, but at that time, we were young, and we liked to moan a little without illness. So, through the Literature Club, I submitted it to the school magazine, and finally this article caused an uproar.

In fact, I still don't know the specific situation, roughly because my article involved death and decadence at that time, it was discovered and taken down by the school leaders in time before the school magazine was published, thinking that it had an extremely bad impact, the content was extremely arbitrary, and the direction was extremely incorrect......

Moreover, not only was I called to talk by the school leaders afterwards, but it is said that the editor-in-chief of the school magazine at the time was almost dismissed.

Because of this big blow at the beginning, I suddenly felt that my own life was a little denied. Since then, I have completely quit the literary club and have not contributed to any media on campus.

If you look at the contents of the school magazine and the school newspaper, you will know that it is enough for the school to have those extremely good campus reporters who write "the school's teaching work has made great progress this year" and "our school has held a certain large-scale event successfully", and I am afraid that they also do not want to see my discordant voice in the school publications. This is the so-called "blocking incident".

But Weiwei is worried about me, full of grievances, whenever the school awards the best work, she looks disdainful, "Our family can write much better than them." Even I can write about those cheesy things. ”

In fact, on the topic of "why did she become my die-hard fan", I also seriously and realistically thought about it, perhaps, it doesn't matter what I write, the important thing is that every time I receive the manuscript fee, she will be "wet with rain and dew". This is the reason why people have short hands and short mouths.

After such a big circle, in fact, I just wanted to express how much I didn't want to participate in this competition. I really just got ducked off the shelves, because I had to bite the bullet and recreate a 50,000-word story......

Speaking of the story, I was also helpless.

I used to write short stories, essays, and occasionally two lines of poetry, and I wasn't really good at telling stories.

Later, I carefully read the description of the essay contest, and I can only say that the more I look at it, the more I look at it, the more I get bigger.

You must know that this story must always have a plot, characters, heroes and heroines, supporting characters and supporting characters, and core content. The ability to weave, in fact, I still basically don't have. In the end, after thinking about it, I had to choose to write my own story.