"Basically, if you revise these points again...... Fang Ming finished explaining the places to be modified, and the meal was almost finished, so he got up and nodded and said, "Just leave it to me before you go to the math competition!" ”

"Okay!" Lin Miaomiao nodded hurriedly, full of surprise in her heart.

Fang Ming's suggestions just now are no worse than those of professional publishing editors, if he can really revise according to his suggestions, it is estimated that the first draft will be no problem to pass the review.

After she put the notebook away, she saw Nan Feng who looked lost and depressed: "Huh? What happened to you? ”

Nan Feng looked at Fang Ming's distant figure and said, "I feel that I am too far away from him......"

Lin Miaomiao looked at her distracted eyes, and then looked at Fang Ming, who was leaving in the direction of her eyes, and couldn't help but be extremely surprised, and lowered her voice and said, "You won't really like him!" ”

"Why not?" Nan Feng turned his head and looked at her seriously, his expression a little hesitant, "It's just that I'm thinking about how I can shorten the distance between me and him!" ”

Lin Miaomiao looked at her without saying a word, and only after a while did she suggest: "It's very simple! Just two words! ”

"What?"

"Read!"

At this time, Nan Feng had already dropped out of school for many years, and it was impossible to return to school, but if he wanted to be able to keep up with Fang Ming in the future, there was another way!

Lin Miaomiao knows that in the next few decades, the Internet will be unprecedentedly developed, as long as Nanfeng wants to succeed, she can also achieve her wish without a degree in the Internet field, but the premise is that she must enrich herself from now on!

"Do you know that Mr. Fang is a top student in Beijing University, although he is the head teacher of our science and technology class, but his original major is liberal arts, and he also studies literature!" Lin Miaomiao told her what she learned yesterday, "If you really want to be worthy of him in the future, from now on, just like me, find a way to become a writer!" ”

Looking at Lin Miaomiao's big sparkling eyes, Nan Feng felt a sense of emptiness: "I haven't even graduated from junior high school, can I still write novels?" ”

Lin Miaomiao laughed: "You can't write novels, you can always tell stories, right?" You've been out there for so many years, and you've heard and seen fewer of those legends? All you need to do is tell your own immersive story in the simplest way possible, and finally turn it into words, and it will be published! ”

Nan Feng's eyes widened: "Really? It's as simple as that? ”

Lin Miaomiao smiled with a mysterious expression, then took out a thin book from her backpack and handed it to her.

"Storytelling?" Nan Feng flipped through it casually, lowered his head and thought, "You asked me to write these stories?" ”

"Story Club" was a best-selling magazine in China at that time, and since 1984, this magazine has changed from the previous bimonthly to a monthly magazine, and the demand for stories has increased, so Lin Miaomiao judged that as long as Nanfeng's story is wonderful, this magazine will definitely adopt it.

Lin Miaomiao nodded: "Before you create, look first!" The number of stories to read must be large, at least not less than 200 stories! ”

Nan Feng glanced at her: "Do you want to see so much?" ”

"Trust me! If you can read it carefully, you will know how to make up your story and how to write it! Lin Miaomiao gulped down the meal that was about to cool down, and gave her an affirmative answer.

Nan Feng took a deep breath, just now she thought about how good it would be for her to be able to talk to Fang Ming like Lin Miaomiao, and now that Lin Miaomiao had given her such the best advice, could she not listen?