Extraordinary Genius

During this time, thanks to strong communication channels, the Chinese language network at the origin has suddenly doubled the number of authors, and many of them have already published traditional authors, that is, have a certain popularity.

Although the popularity of online authors at this time is far from comparable to before Feng Yu was reborn, the authors who can publish at this time also have a lot of readers.

Feng Yu sat in front of the computer, looked at the new warehouse novel, looked for a day soon, Feng Yu was very disappointed, not much suited to his taste book.

Today's online novels, mainly urban, are supplemented by martial arts, online tours, or some horror novels, but the Immortals and phantoms he liked very much in previous life are not at all.

Now there are some works beside Xuan Fantasy, or should be called Western Fantasy, mostly based on Western backgrounds, knights, magicians, etc.

This is now a very popular category, but there is no systematic upgrade system at this time, each book is set differently, and there are often name settings that are the opposite, very tired to read and always easy to string.

Feng Yu is helpless, who can understand the pain of the book.

On the weekend, Feng Yu and Wen Dongjun were together again, and the two played table tennis for a while. Well, it's amateur level in amateurs. It's hard to tell.

At last, Feng Yu lost two to three. They threw the beat and sat on the ground with one ass, invisible.

“Eh, why are you interested in playing ping-pong with me today? You can call me a few more times in the future, you don't know, fight those colleagues, I haven't won once, even the little girl can't fight!” Wen Dongjun said angrily.

Feng Yubai glanced at Wen Dongjun, and TM didn't even see where you worked. Huaxia plays sports, how many of them don't know ping-pong? It's not going to happen, people are not like you, and you're willing to fight, you're looking for abuse yourself.

But think about it, he hasn't even fought with Wen Dongjun. Don't say that. Otherwise, he doesn't know what the shit will blow.

“Bored, find you out about the event. ”

“What, now you don't play online much?” Wen Dongjun asked curiously.

“I can't keep up, I can't operate, I'm always abused, it doesn't mean anything.” Games are fun when there are more people together. Although there are networks, it is not easy to form teams now, and people usually have a fixed team. And the single-machine game, Feng Yu is bored too.

“Didn't you read the online novel? Didn't you say you were in stock? I think there are tens of thousands of novels. None of them you like? ”

“I've seen everything I'm interested in, and those people are too slow to update!” Feng Yu couldn't help but think of the masters of previous life, updating thousands of words a day on average, and once in a while, these people now, 3,000 words a day are laborious!

“When you talk to me, don't tell me the head, don't look like someone else, write it yourself! ”

Feng Yu stared at Wen Dongjun. Why is that so familiar? It's like in a previous life, a lot of jets were rebutted like this. You can write, you can't write, don't always say that people write bad.

But let Feng Yu write, he can write thousands of words, maybe 20,000 words, but hundreds of thousands, millions of words, that's too hard.

But Feng Yu, if you think about it, he can't write it, which doesn't mean the professional writers can't write it. All he has to do is give us an overview of the story, then give us a rough idea, and leave it to the writers with high speed.

In his previous life, he had heard of that kind of studio, where masters worked on the outline, then had some bottom writers write as required, and then publish to make money.

“Dong Jun, do you think I can't write?” Feng Yu looked at Wen Dongjun obliquely.

“Yo, other people don't know, I don't know? I know all the shit you take off your ass! ”

“Fuck off, man. I'll let you know. What's a good novel! No more showers, change clothes, go home.” Feng Yu stood up and said.

“Hey, are you sure you don't want to fight? Play some more, or I'll give you two balls? ”

……

When he returned home, Feng Yu entered the study and began to knock.

“Didn't you go to table tennis with the East Army? Why are you back so early today?” Lena walked in curious and asked.

“Something happened, I didn't keep fighting.” Feng Yutou didn't lift his head either.

Li Na saw that Feng Yu was busy and thought he was busy working, so she turned around and just put the tea she had just made in the corner of the table.

Two hours later, a very crude story came out fresh, Feng Yu printed it out, looked at it, very satisfied. Well, I hear that every author who writes for the first time is very happy with his work.

I contacted the Chinese Language Network at the origin, knowing that several famous authors had just finished their novels and were working on a new book, so Feng Yu picked one of the fastest writers and added the other's OQ number.

“Hello, the editor said let me contact you. May I help you?” The other typed and asked.

“I have an outline of a novel here that I want you to write. ”

“I just finished my last book, but I've come up with a new one. Besides, I'll write the outline you provided. What's the bill for? ”

“It's all yours, I don't want anything. By the way, my ID is Nakahara's sixth white. ”

At first glance, this contact with himself is the sixth white of Nakahara, the great god who became the first critic of the Internet. It's said that every piece he reviews can be red.

“Are you the sixth white? Then why don't you write it yourself?” The other person asked curiously.

“No time." Feng Yu lied. Actually, he had time, but he didn't have the skills. It seems easy to write a novel, but when you do, you will find it very difficult. Anyway, Feng Yu can't really write.

The other party has come to approve Feng Yu's answer. Legend has it that the sixth white man in Nakahara is rich, so he must be busy working.

“Can I take a look at your outline before deciding? ”

Feng Yu immediately sent the outline to the other party's OQ mailbox. Now OQ cannot send such a large file unless it is between members, unfortunately, the other party is not.

Ten minutes later, the other party sends an amazing look: "Sixth White, you are a god, this idea is amazing, I've never heard of it! What category is this? ”

“This category is called Immortal, and it's an upgraded version of Martial Arts, where masters can fly like immortals. Or it could be called cultivation, cultivation, pursuit of my process.” Feng Yu began to ignore.

“The great god is the great god. I've never heard of this before. Is this the school you started? Aren't you afraid if you give me this story, I won't write it well? ”

Feng Yu was worried, but he couldn't find anyone else. And as long as one person drives, I'm sure a lot of people will start writing this later, and soon some boutiques will show up in the middle.

“Don't be afraid, just write. When you meet Kevin, you can contact me. I'm sure you'll be red! ”

Years later, whenever people interviewed the Great Networking God, they asked him how he had founded the Immortal Cultivation School, and he was proud to say that it was the outline given to him by the Sixth White God of Zhongyuan, and his constant guidance, that led to his first red book!

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