"Senior, are you ready to compete?" Xu Yueqiong was also reading the same announcement.

"How is it possible?" Ling Hao shook his head slightly.

He was indeed interested in the so-called literary league, but it was only interested, and he didn't have the leisure to let him participate.

Besides, he knows what kind of level he is, it's no problem to read and review books, and when it comes to writing books, it's simply a layman among laymen.

Since he is a layman, how could he be bored and come to participate in such a competition?

"Don't you want to compete, then why are you paying attention to this?" Xu Yueqiong asked.

"The Literary League, there will definitely be a lot of newcomers participating, I wonder if I ......"

"How?"

"No, nothing. ”

Ling Hao was thinking about whether to start with this literary league and start implementing his own plan, but there was no need to explain this kind of thing to Xu Yueqiong.

Xu Yueqiong didn't get to the bottom of it, stared at the notice board for a while, and muttered, "Do I want to participate too?"

"Your cultivation is already so high, what's interesting to participate in this?" Ling Hao couldn't laugh or cry.

"But I still haven't figured out the cultivation methods of this world, alas, if I can take this opportunity to become famous and obtain the qualification to cultivate in this world, maybe I can break through the shackles from now on and truly reach the realm above immortality. Xu Yueqiong lowered her head and said softly.

Ling Hao was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "That makes sense. ”

The so-called literary league is naturally a purely literary competition, and the contestants must submit a work, the subject of the work is not limited, the script, poetry, prose, etc., the length is not limited, but it must be their own original.

That being said, in fact, when you actually submit, you will only submit this type of work, after all, this kind of work can really gain popularity and get the corresponding fame.

It is mainly long-form, and it can be submitted first, and then slowly serialized.

Submissions need to be submitted by the Reading Academy, which will be approved and issued with the corresponding identity identifiers, and then the works will be uploaded to the sharer, and the contestants only need to serialize on the sharer.

The Literary League is held every three years, and China Literature Academy is the only organizer, and many strong people in the Academy are also born from the Literary League.

Of course, not all works submitted by contestants can be approved, and only really good works can be uploaded to the sharer and can really be eligible for the competition.

Xu Yueqiong wanted to participate in the Literary League, of course Ling Hao would not object, and when he said that before, he just felt a little incomprehensible.

To participate in this kind of competition, you will generally give yourself a pen name.

Ling Hao asked curiously, "If you want to compete, have you thought of your pen name?"

"I've thought about it for a long time, but I just won't tell you. Xu Yueqiong smiled, "When the seniors ask me sincerely, I will tell you compassionately." ”

"God is so sincere. Ling Hao put his hand on his forehead and secretly complained in his heart.

At this time, a weak voice rang out: "That...... Can you read what I wrote?"

Ling Hao looked back and found that it was a little Zhengtai who looked stunted and looked like he had leukemia.

"Who are you? I don't know you!" Ling Hao was speechless, and refused directly.

Xu Yueqiong was not as ruthless as Ling Hao, and said with a smile: "Are you going to participate in the Literature League for this work? I also want to participate in the Literature League, if you don't mind this, then please let me take a look." ”

Xiao Zhengtai was overjoyed, took a stack of thick manuscripts, presented them with both hands, and said excitedly: "My name is Zheng Meichun, and my pen name is Rose, please advise!"

Zheng Meichun...... Gift roses......" Ling Hao glanced at it with a strange expression, and secretly complained in his heart, "What a feminine name!"

Xu Yueqiong didn't think anything of it, took the manuscript with both hands, and read it seriously.

"I said, Zheng Meichun, is it interesting that you don't submit your work and come to a stranger like us for advice?" Ling Hao said with some disdain.

"I ...... I've already submitted. Zheng Meichun argued.

"Isn't it okay to submit it, won't it be uploaded to the sharer? When the time comes, only someone will read it, and they will definitely leave a comment, which is much better than someone like us who meets halfway, right?" Ling Hao was a little puzzled.

Zheng Meichun was suddenly a little embarrassed, and hesitated for a while before explaining: "You misunderstood, I submitted it, but I couldn't pass it." ”

"So you're looking for someone to ask for advice everywhere?" Ling Hao finally understood what was going on.

Zheng Meichun did not deny it, and took out a notebook, "I have already found more than a dozen people for guidance, and I have also written down their opinions, as long as I go back and change them, the next submission will definitely be successful." ”

Ling Hao stretched out his hand, directly snatched the notebook, and turned to the latest page, where a lot of opinions were indeed written.

"The story is old-fashioned, the plot is bloody, and it's boring to watch!"

"The introduction to the title of the book is too ordinary, and there is no ** to open at all. ”

"No creativity, no new ideas, no motivation to watch it at all. ”

"The plot is incoherent, and I don't know why when I look at the clouds. ”

"The protagonist has a cowardly personality, is too cowardly, and looks upset!"

......

There were more than a dozen suggestions in a row, all of which were complained, and none of them were praised.

Seeing these contents, Ling Hao finally understood why this guy's work couldn't be approved.

If these complaints are a truthful reflection of the work, then Zheng Meichun's is indeed too ordinary, and it is strange that it can pass the review.

Returning the notebook, he sighed, "With your current level, don't participate in any literary leagues, watch it at home for a few years before you participate." ”

"No!" Zheng Meichun's attitude was extremely resolute, "I must participate in this league! Not only do I have to participate, but I also want to enter the top ten!"

Ling Hao shook his head slightly, but didn't say anything.

After a long while, Xu Yueqiong finally returned the manuscript to Zheng Meichun.

"What do you think?" Zheng Meichun looked at Xu Yueqiong expectantly.

Xu Yueqiong took a deep breath and said: "The writing is very good, and other aspects are a little unsatisfactory, but as long as you are willing to work hard, you will definitely succeed!"

Hearing Xu Yueqiong's comment, Zheng Meichun did not see the loss, but was overjoyed and thanked again and again.

"Is the writing very good?" Ling Hao's heart moved, glanced at Zheng Meichun, and pouted: "Since that's the case, then let me take a look too, if it's really a manufacturable material, maybe I can help you." ”