"This is a detoxification class, and the teacher is explaining to the students how to avoid all kinds of poisonous points in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. We all learned when we were in school that the most important thing in writing was to avoid poisonous spots, and not to make readers shout poisonous and then run away. ”

"Once there are too many poisonous points in it, it will definitely die, so how to avoid all kinds of poisonous points in the Three Kingdoms is a very important part of the contract!" This person introduced, and Liu Xu couldn't help but nod when he heard it.

Indeed, in his previous life, he looked at the same people of the Three Kingdoms, and he would never look at the people who crossed into Sun Quan or Sima Yi's side, and he wanted to kick them to death, where do you want to see them unify the Three Kingdoms.

"Let's visit here again!" He took Liu Xu to the door of another classroom, and saw the teacher talking eloquently on the stage, "Many students don't know a question, that is, what is the difference between the history of the assassin and the state pastor, because it seems that there are both the history of the assassin of Yuzhou and the two official positions of the state pastor of Yuzhou, which seem to be the same." ”

"Here we want the General History of the Three Kingdoms, in which the Eastern Han Dynasty - Official System article, the official system of the Eastern Han Dynasty is explained in detail, as well as the difference between the history of the assassin and the state pastor......"

"This is a course dedicated to teaching the composition of the Chinese worldview!" The salesman explained, "The most important thing in writing the Three Kingdoms is that it must basically conform to the various settings of the Three Kingdoms, and you can't write something by yourself." ”

"You have to know,All the same people,The most unacceptable point for readers is to blindly change the various settings of the original work.,Even if you just don't know that some of the detailed settings are written wrongly,,It will also be criticized by readers.,So a qualified fan,The author must firmly grasp all kinds of designs and can't make mistakes.,It's very important!"

After speaking, he took Liu Xu to the next class, and found that there was a huge sand table in the center of the classroom, and there were actually two armies fighting on the sand table, and the teacher was constantly holding the whip, and the changes of various armies on the sand table, and the students were watching with relish around the sand table.

"This is a military theory class, teaching you how to write war!" The salesman continued, "The most important thing in these three countries is war, a war between mortals and mortals, something that no one has written about in the past 300 years, so it is very attractive and readers enjoy reading it." ”

"But it's precisely because no one has written about it that we fanfiction writers often make some mistakes in this regard, such as thinking that war is when two groups of people fight each other with weapons, and then whoever kills everyone wins."

"But you would be very wrong to write like that, because in war, people are afraid, and generally speaking, when the casualty rate reaches about 10%, the whole army will collapse."

"And the most effective way to defeat the opponent's army is not to have a frontal opportunity with the opponent, but to cut off the army's food, once the army has nothing to eat, it will be directly dispersed!"

Listening to the salesman's continuous explanation, Liu Xu was surprised to find that this training class was actually extraordinarily professional, not the kind of grass platform team he imagined, and really regarded the Romance of the Three Kingdoms as a discipline, broke it, kneaded it and stuffed it to the students, and asked them to write the same humanities.

Just as Liu Xu was thinking about these things, he found that he had unconsciously walked to the door of another classroom, but there was no teacher in this classroom, but a group of people were bowing to a statue.

There is nothing strange about this in itself, but the problem is that this statue is none other than Liu Xu himself. In this classroom, at least hundreds of people are constantly bowing to the statue of Liu Xu.

"What are they doing?" Liu Xu asked dumbfounded.

"They are all people who are praying for the signing of the new book!" The salesman hurriedly explained, "The students here are all students who have already published new books, are constantly accumulating readers, and are waiting to get a gift from God. At this time, of course, you must sincerely pray to the Origin Holy Title, praying that you have successfully signed the contract! ”

"You don't believe it, all the students who can successfully sign the contract have all worshiped the Origin Holy Title, but it has worked!" The salesman said with great interest, and Liu Xu's whole person was a little numb.

"Classmates, don't hesitate, join us, join the ranks of fanfiction authors, a bright future awaits us!" Just as the other party was about to make a final decision and completely pull Liu Xu in, suddenly there was a sound of seats and benches shaking from the entire floor, and at the same time, some people could be heard shouting angrily, "How can this be reasonable!" ”

And then there was a loud commotion on the whole floor, and there was a constant stream of angry yelling, as if something terrible had just happened.

"What's the situation?" Liu Xu asked a little blankly, and the salesman quickly looked at his mobile phone, and then he was a little hesitant and refused to speak out.

Fortunately, there were angry people nearby, so Liu Xu directly pulled an angry student next to him and asked, this student immediately found the person to talk to, and said angrily, "We were tricked by the Great Writers Association again, this time the Great Writers Association still refused to give us the identity of official members, and we thousands of authors until now, they even refused to give us a membership, they looked down on us at all!" ”

"Membership? I remember that after all authors sign a contract, they will automatically be able to obtain the status of a member of the Daisaku Association, how can there be such a thing? Liu Xu asked suspiciously.

"Yes, this has been the case throughout the ages, but it's different when it comes to us. Originally, at the beginning, as long as the contract could be successfully signed, it would be given an identity. ”

"But since about a month ago, the Great Writers Association has refused to give us an identity, and has been pressuring us, and now there are thousands of fanfiction authors who have no membership.。

"And if we don't get the membership of the Great Writers Association, we will not be able to get the help of various resources in the Great Writers Association, and we will not even be able to complete the tasks of the Great Writers Association, even if we have worked hard to become a signed author, but we are still the same as ordinary people, without any changes."

"Later, we heard that the reason why we were pressed was because the Great Writers Association looked down on us at all, thinking that we fanfiction authors were all unpopular garbage and robbed of their original creators' readers, so they wanted to restrict us and not give us the identity of members."

"And such a thing!" Liu Xu was also shocked, but he has been busy with the affairs of the 22nd Eternal Reflection Realm for the past month, so he has no time to care about his own fandom, but he didn't expect them to even get an identity now.

"Why? Everyone is a contracted author, and we write legal fanfics, so why don't we even have a chance to be recognized? The author was almost on the verge of crying, and the atmosphere of the whole scene gradually turned depressing, and many angry people couldn't hold back their emotions at this time.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Liu Xu took a deep breath, countless thoughts turned in his mind, and then patted the shoulder of the author in front of him, and then said lightly, "Don't worry, isn't it just an identity?" If I don't give it to you, I'll give it to you! ”

"What?" The author was stunned for a moment, and then saw the ordinary man in front of him, his face changed in an instant, and he became an extremely familiar face, which he was still praying for.

"You are ......" The one covered his mouth, and then in the depths of his cultural and creative space, he heard a soft and loving voice and said, "Don't cry and be sad, my fellow believers, what the Writers' Association doesn't give you, I'll give you!" ”

The voice said that the author's scalp was numb, and then looking around, it seemed that all the authors in the entire classroom heard the sound that made their scalp tingle at this moment.

(End of chapter)