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There are still four days left before the gladiatorial fight, and Alina, who has not trained all day, has a mysterious calmness (1). She sat at her desk, flipping through a draft full of neat and elegant Jofia script. Shi Bi, who was sitting on the side, pushed his glasses and asked, "How is it?"

"The rhetoric is beautiful, full of metaphors, and it's very comfortable to read. (Elvish)"

"It's not these. The proud young man shook his head, "I wonder what it falls short of." ”

"Mr. Spy. Alina put down the draft, "Aren't the shortcomings of the essay as conspicuous as black stones in the snow before your talent?"

"Alas. "For writers, their own articles are like a beard on their chins, which can only be touched but not seen. ”

Alina nodded in agreement, often ignoring grammatical errors when reviewing the essay she had just written, "Indeed, I think there are a few shortcomings. ”

Her onion pointed to the first volume, "First of all, the background detailed in the first volume has little to do with the rest of the story, as if the body of a tiger grows behind the head of a rabbit. ”

"Yes, I get that. ”

"Also, I don't like the main character. The silver-haired girl noticed a slight change in Spy's face, "It's too weak." ”

"Is it too weak?"

"Yes, a lot of people like people who are professional and can solve problems. ”

"I wanted to write the story of a woman who grew up to be an empress, who was originally a weak person at the beginning, and even an eagle was an egg at the beginning. ”

"But she's growing too slowly. Alina noticed that Spy's face was a little bad, but she confessed, "I always need help from others, which I don't like very much." ”

"Maybe I should write about a protagonist with great powers. "Even if she has never seen bloodshed, she can adapt to the bloodshed as soon as she grows up in peace, and she does not have the slightest sympathy for the dying soldiers who asked her for help." Even if she knew nothing about power, she could comprehend the secrets of arcane in just a few dozen days, wielding a longsword to unleash a staggering fireball. Even if she doesn't have any concept of etiquette, she can make excellent men fall for her in ten days. ”

"That's not what I meant. Alina suddenly remembered that the other day in the college newspaper, Sby had a heated argument with a reader who thought that Sby's readers had the common disease of the Virgin. What made Sbee angry was that the reader hadn't even read the original text, and had only read a few reviews of other people's books before jumping out to make "suggestions".

Alina understands his emotions, and to the author, the protagonist is like his own daughter. A reader once visited a writer's house, and he said in front of the author: "I sincerely hope that the heroine will meet the tentacle monster, otherwise your rent will be lost." "Then, he died, from a cup of poisoned tea.

"I mean, the protagonist's desire is not strong. "She was able to commit suicide to escape rape and killing, and she witnessed her partner being injured trying to protect her." She knew she needed to get stronger, but she didn't take any action, and the only way to become stronger was when her aunt pushed her ass. ”

The protagonist doesn't know who she really is. With his hands on his knees, Spybee said in a soothing tone, "Would you trust a stranger's promise to you?"

"You are the author, and you can give the protagonist a chance to perform, a chance to show what she desires. But she couldn't even go to the study room to study, until she was influenced by her top student friends. "A good story has to have a good protagonist, it can be weak, but it has to be aggressive. ”

"Since you don't like a protagonist who doesn't get aggressive. Sbee began to destroy her "mystery", "There are still four days left in the gladiatorial battle with Jessica, why are you still so leisurely?"

"Ahem, I'm just relaxing. ”

"Kukarun is a formidable opponent, he's won one hundred and nine in a row. ”

"So I'm looking for any way to get stronger. Alina struggled to make her face look as serious as that of Spoonie, "Can you provide me with your potion?"

"Elixir?"

"Yes, you must have some precious magic potion that can increase your strength for a short time, right? The silver-haired girl looked at him expectantly, "I don't care about the sequelae or something." ”

"You shouldn't think about that.... Sbee wanted to persevere, but was defeated in front of the eyes that bloomed with the flower of hope. He sighed, stood up, poured himself a glass of wine, and walked over to the little devil cowering in the corner of his desk, which had refused to come to Aliana's room in the name of illness until today, Sbee, who was angry at the failure of the Great Kryptonite, ripped it over.

"You won't really believe that the cheap potions I sell are real............. How can people come. Spybee flicked the sickly little devil curled up on his desk, who let out a hoarse, weak voice: "Black owl feathers, potions that can make you smart, and potions made from the whiskers of fairy cats, which can make you move very agile..."

"That's all, you won't believe his advertising words, even I don't believe it. As he spoke, he poked the little devil again, who flicked his glass-covered tail to show that he was still alive.

"What? Are you selling fake medicines?" said Eleana in surprise as she looked at Spy. Alina does have some admiration for people who can write beautiful sentences, such as her tutor Shoeby, although Sbyby's image in her mind is not good enough to "have a halo on her head, a fragrance on her breath, and roses blooming between her mouth and tongue". However, in her impression, Sby is a proud literary upstart, a decent person, and it is impossible for him to have anything to do with counterfeit drugs.

"Alina, don't defile me, okay, my potion does make people agile and smart, uh, it's just the person who takes it. ”

"What the hell is going on?"

"The Black Lotus (i.e. the Poppy) knows, I added some to the potion, plus magic tricks, so that the potion can stimulate the brain of the person who takes it. Make them feel light and flexible. ”

"No wonder Sister Christina calls it a psychotropic potion. ”

"Psychotropic potions are aliases for potions that others gave me. Sbee shrugged his shoulders, it seemed that Sby's medicine was already quite famous, "At such a cheap price, you can't buy a real magic potion." But since some people want it, and they don't have money and brains, and it's stupid, so I just do what I like. ”

"Alas. Alina sighed, "If only I could regain some of my memories." ”

"Dear Alina, though I know you're a fan of adventure novels. "Sbee drank the wine in one gulp, "However, it is clear that your "adventurous fantasy" has affected reality, and if you continue like this, I am afraid that you will become as crazy as my little Bichi." ”

"For example?" asked Alina, knowing her strength, and even with her cousin's secret weapon, the gap between her and Kukaron was still huge.

"For example, shouting about "Ash Executive", "Flame Splitting Blade" or something. Spybee turned around and poked the sick little devil, "What is it?

This evil little creature, whose dignity has been insulted again and again, finally can't help but raise its head. Red eyes the size of a mung bean stared at Sbee and said in a hoarse voice, "Stupid and ignorant mortals. ”

"You are nothing more than a demon being played with at random by stupid and ignorant mortals. "Tell me, dear Mr. Demon, who is more stupid and ignorant?"

"It's you! Of course it's you!" the little devil jumped to his feet, and pointed his paw at Spy, as if he had been sick before, and scolded in purgatory, "Ignorant than an ape! ”

"Oh. Spy's heart didn't fluctuate and even wanted to laugh, "I want to think about it, wait until I go back and use tweezers or pliers or something." ”

"What?" Alina, like a cat with its tail stepped on, jumped up and leaned in front of the little devil, "You said the Ember Executive?"

"Elena, you can understand the language of Purgatory. Sby was slightly surprised.

"Damn! Demogorgan is on top! stop pretending! Arcanis!" the imp pointed at Alina's nose and shouted, "I'll never forget your slash!"

"Oh my God, you know my old name. The silver-haired girl was very excited, after all, recovering her memory is equivalent to restoring her strength, "Tell me how I gave you a knife." ”

"You shameless apostate!" the little devil let out a sharp cry and jumped to his feet in anger, a wisp of fire spitting out of his fanged mouth, "the face full of deceit is unwavering, worthy of the former elect of the god of conspiracy." ”

"Go on, keep talking. Alina's eyes widened, and she leaned down, urging excitedly.

"Oh my God, two delusional patients are together. Sbee sighed deeply and placed the cup on the table, "You guys talk slowly, I'll go out and breathe." ”

(1) Confused calmness: Just like an author, before eight o'clock in the evening, there is not a word but there is a general calmness of confusion.

Ps. chasing more children's shoes, are there any free appreciation tickets and starting coins~ The countdown to the 515 red envelope list is over, I'll pull a ticket, ask for an increase and appreciation vote, and finally rush a handful!