When Yang Fan heard that the man in front of him was actually the editor of the Son of Heaven, his mood was very complicated.

Because, Yang Fan still doesn't understand what role the editor of Tianzi plays in his career as a writer.

"Actually, at the beginning, I regretted giving up on you and choosing me as a newbie. The Son of Heaven looked at the silent Yang Fan and took the initiative to uncover the original scar.

"However, when I read your chapter, I realized that I was actually the right person to give up on you in the first place. The Son of Heaven took a step forward and said slowly.

With this step of his, his language was inexplicably convincing, invisibly raising the momentum of himself and I as a novice.

Yang Fan faced this provocative sentence, his emotions did not fluctuate, he was still just as complicated and calm as before.

Under the gaze of Yang Fan's calm eyes, the original powerful momentum created by the Son of Heaven slowly weakened a little.

"I think you think the reason why you chose me as a novice is that the content of my later books is too secondary and full of too many thoughts, right?" Yang Fan finally spoke.

"Since you know, then why don't you change it?" After hearing this, the Son of Heaven seemed to regain his momentum, and he stepped forward and shouted loudly: "As an online writer, you must be concise and capable! You must be entertaining! Your so-called thinking is undoubtedly digging your own grave! You are not worthy of being an online writer at all! Because you have wasted so many resources!"

The words of the Son of Heaven were as if they were incarnated into a sharp knife, and they stabbed Yang Fan in the heart.

"Yes, don't use any responsibility to readers as an excuse, really being responsible to readers is to let readers read your story and be able to laugh!

The momentum of the two of them continued to rise with the common sense of these online texts, just like two high mountains, tightly pressing on Yang Fan, as if Sun Monkey had never been able to get away from the Wuzhi Mountain, which was breathless.

The dialogue between the Son of Heaven and me as a novice attracted a lot of writers who came to participate in the competition, some of them listened to their words and couldn't help nodding their heads in approval, and some of them looked at Yang Fan with strange eyes, and kept sighing at Yang Fan's naivety and those thoughts of digging their own graves.

"Hey, isn't this our super ace writer I'm Fanfan?" Arno and other writers from xx.com came to the hotel, looked at the onlookers, and walked over curiously, after understanding the cause and effect, no one chose to help, not only because of cowardice, but also because they agreed with the idea that the Son of Heaven and I was a novice.

With the increase in the number of onlooker writers, the momentum of Tianzi and I as a novice continued to rise, and almost all of them, including all the participating writers of xx.com, looked at the silent Yang Fan with pity.

However, not everyone looked at Yang Fan with pity.

At least, there are still seats that are not.

As the first to witness everything, she clenched her fists, although I am a novice and the words of the Son of Heaven, she inexplicably feels that this is the rule of the Internet article, although including the Maple Leaf writers she admires the most, they all nodded desperately in agreement with the words of the Son of Heaven. However, there was a very small voice in her heart that told her that it was all wrong.

"It seems that his life as a writer must have been ruined. Qingfeng looked at the silent Yang Fan and said to the people in his team.

"Not really, right?" said Boiling Rain, a little puzzled.

"Nothing is not enough, for every writer, there is his own persistence, although in most writers' lives that persistence will slowly change, but for a writer who still has the original intention, directly destroy the persistence that has been always, then his writer's life will be ruined!" Qingfeng said rationally.

"Hey. I also want to have a good fight with him in the battle of the six parts, to avenge the revenge on the high-speed rail, it seems that there is no chance. After listening to Qingfeng's analysis, Boiling Yu said with a little regret.

For the Son of Heaven and I am a novice, Yang Fan has always been the dream demon in their hearts, although the outside world is rumoring that Yang Fan just won them by luck, but in fact, they know in their hearts that they were defeated by Yang Fan above board.

Therefore, they planned to use reality and online rules to deal a fatal blow to Yang Fan before the competition, destroy the belief that Yang Fan has always adhered to, and end his career as a writer.

Writing a book is just to make money, what to insist on writing a book you want to write, and what to be responsible for the lives of those young readers, for professional writers, it's all!

A professional writer wishes that those young readers will not learn to grow, because only those who can never grow will always be trapped in the beautiful world shaped by online texts. And because only in this way, they can always use the inexplicable sense of refreshment and safe haven in their minds as an excuse to escape from reality, what is the original intention of the writer, in the eyes of many gods, the original intention of the writer is to let everyone spend money for your book!

What a great writer, what is known as the peak of online writing, most of them are in order to let readers wear out the passion of life and struggle in the mirror, and constantly create memories and the illusion that as long as they work hard, they can succeed!

Perhaps, all this will only be understood when everyone has grown enough, and the reality will always be more neutral and more realistic than the Internet!

Secondary 2 is not to give up the passion of life, because the actions of Secondary 2 can roar out the voice that should be roared in your hearts!

Under the pitying eyes of many people, Yang Fan smiled, because he remembered the two book reviews he saw before getting on the train today, one was Lao Meng's, he said that under Yang Fanshu's thoughts, his ramen shop also used some basic advertising techniques to make his life a little richer.

The other is a senior in high school, the student is the second person to vote for his recommendation, he said, after reading some of the ideas in his book, he decided to study hard first, and then be admitted to the university of his choice, get the reward given to him by his parents, and then reward himself with a leader.

Seeing Yang Fan's bright smile, the voices of onlookers gradually became much quieter.

"Have you ever heard the sound of flowers blooming?" Yang Fan suddenly opened his mouth and said something intriguing.

"What is the sound of flowers blooming?" I was a novice and didn't react, looking at Yang Fan and asking repeatedly.

"The sound of the blossom is the sound of the reader's life blooming! Maybe you haven't heard it, I've heard a lot of the sound of the blossoming of the flower. Yang Fan looked at the writers, slowly stepped forward and said loudly: "My book may not be a successful online article, because my book is not too entertaining, and it wastes a lot of resources, and my readers can't find a safe haven to rest after being hurt by reality." “

"But my readers, after reading my books, don't choose to escape from reality, because they understand that hope is in their hands. My readers don't need a safe haven, they need a guide, a guide to keep them going. “

When Yang Fan finished saying this, his originally dim and powerless momentum reincarnated into a giant.

"Perhaps, you are different from me, I have heard the voice of readers blooming, I have seen those readers who originally gave up hope, I have seen my book rekindle hope, my online article may be a failure in your hearts, but in the hearts of those readers who bloom, it is an irreplaceable novel. Thank you for your teachings and for finally seeing the path I am taking!"

The momentum behind Yang Fan gathered tall giants, as if he also followed his words, looking up at the sky. Just like the Kua father who has always wanted to chase the sun, with an eager expression in his eyes.

The original heart that was cut to pieces by the words of the condemnation has long been painless, and the body that was originally suppressed by me as a novice and the son of heaven is full of infinite strength and yearning for freedom!

The writer should have been like Tukua's father, constantly running towards the sun in the sky, even if the final outcome was just a failure, but he at least chased!