Play Azur Lane even if the world is apocalyptic

"Well, what do you say?" When he was reckless and depressed, he couldn't help but complain. "You don't know yourself. If you don't bother me, I can just finish writing the two-month manuscript in one breath. ."

"What's the use of writing so much? It's not enough to manage the volume, of course, the quality of novels must come first!"

"I can't write about the quality, there is no quantity yet, when it's over, I'm going to hit the street."

Seeing recklessly holding his head in trouble, Emil shook his head: "Don't worry, there is still time anyway."

"How can there be time? The editor will come to the door tomorrow to remind you of the manuscript. I owe it this month. The manuscript for next month has not yet arrived."

"She wants to come, let's just say..." Emil squeezed his fingers, thought for a moment and said, "Well, just say you are sick and can't see people."

"Jianniang will get sick? Are you a liar."

"There are always times when you are in a bad state. Otherwise, you can't walk if you run out of gas. If you really can't, that means you got a big break when you were on a commissioned mission to fight the Siren. Now you can't even hold the pen. after a while."

"You say that, I feel like I'm super inferior... Another reason is that I have used it last month."

"I can't use it after using it once?" Emile chuckled, "When I wrote before, those writers like me, humans, are sorry for this profession if they don't get sick several times a month!"

"That's not the same. Humans are different from Jianniang."

"So, the editor is a human being, and I don't understand our ship mother. Isn't that just how we can count?" Emil said with a grin. She hadn't used these various reasons before.

Recklessly thought for a while, yes, but if you don't need it, you don't need it.

She stared at the manuscript in front of her, sighed, and tore it off.

"Are you going to find a few books to have a look? But sister Joan of Arc won't let me read them, Emil." Recklessly raised her head and asked, "Are there many books in your room?"

Emil immediately shook his head in a panic: "No no, don't talk nonsense!"

"The last time I went to see you, I saw it, and I hid it under your pillow. You still wanted to lie to me."

Emirra shrugged his head: "Okay, yes, but even if you watch it, it's useless. Those that don't have a plot. You write this, of course, you pay attention to the compact plot, the rhythmic relaxation, and the vivid characterization. And... the notebook is useless after all."

"I'll just write paragraph H, what do you tell me so much?"

"I'm afraid your rhythm will be disrupted."

Recklessly lying on the table, his head rolled around on the table, and asked weakly: "Then what do you say? I have been stuck here for more than a week."

"Um... if you just think about it, then ask someone with experience."

"Experienced person?" After rolling recklessly, he stopped and asked, "Who is it?"

"Of course it's Richelieu sister~"

...

The H plan is a big action to guard the daily life of the mansion. Of course, the rhythm of the strategy is written from the most familiar person, so I chose Richelieu recklessly.

After all, sister Richelieu is so handsome and powerful, how could the commander not like it?

And Richelieu’s sister was originally a wedding ship.

Of course, Richelieu in the book is not my sister Richelieu, anyway, there is a template to learn from, so it will naturally be easier to write.

At this time, I heard Emil's suggestion, and I didn't know whether it would work or not. I was always a little nervous, and finally he was pushed out of the room.

"Sister Richelieu is reading in the yard." Emil stood by the window in the living room and looked out. "Look, there."

"Stop it, I always feel like I will be beaten."

"No, when did you see Sister Richelieu hitting someone? It's not Sister Jean Barr."

"You accompany me."

The timid younger generation is a bit difficult to handle, and the road ahead is very worried, Emil sighed: "Oh, well, I will accompany you, really."

As a qualified writer, you still need someone to accompany you to collect materials. What should you do in the future?

However, I am also quite interested in this topic, hehe, just right.

The two'big' guys were thinking about something. In the yard, Richelieu was sitting in his resting chair, quietly flipping through the book in his hand.

What she read, naturally, is not the kind of nonsense novels, but to talk about the preferred category, the development of humanities and history, the modern history of the navy, and the major classic battles in history.

She has searched for "self" books and saw all kinds of battles, large and small, which are recorded on it.

Of course, Richelieu occasionally reads some biographies, lighter travel notes and the like, such as those romance novels, she never reads.

Well, never seen it.

The wind blowing from the Qinhe River blew over the trees in the yard, the leaves rustled, and the pergola in the yard swayed. Complaints from my companions heard.

"Well, why do the violets I planted feel dying again?"

Richelieu looked away from the book, turned his head and glanced at Joan of Arc, who was busy squatting beside the flower garden, and smiled lightly: "When it's not time to bloom, don't worry."

"There is only more than a month left, but I feel that when that time comes, I can't bloom."

"In the beginning, I asked you to plant flowers that are easy to feed. You don't listen."

"I still want to plant irises." Joan of Arc took a small hoe and knocked, and then said: "But I'm worried that if we go out on a mission when it blooms, we will die when we come back, so it's better not to plant it. ."

"Why not buy some back?"

"Bought and planted, of course it's different."

Richelieu said amused: "Is that why you grow vegetables in your yard?"

Joan of Arc stood up and carried the small bucket to fill the water. As she walked, she said, "You can grow the vegetables you want to eat. You don't have to go to the market to buy them. It's very convenient."

"Good, good, it's convenient." Looking at Joan of Arc as she was walking away, Richelieu shook his head slightly, returning his eyes to his book.

After a while, she raised her head and looked at the door of the house.

"Reckless, Emil, what's the matter with you?"

"Sister Richelieu." shouted recklessly with a grin, and then pulled La Emil.

The two came over in a tugging, no one spoke first.

"what happened?"

"Um..." Recklessly glanced at the book Richelieu was holding. "What kind of book Richelieu likes to read?"

"This...many are involved, what's wrong?"