The Path Toward Heaven

Jing Jiu was stunned before she understood what she meant. Without further discussion on this topic, she asked, "How do I write novels?"

This is of course not asking about things like writing skills. Zhong Lizi explained: "There are two common writings now. One is conscious writing, which directly collects your consciousness fluctuations and then automatically presents them in words. The biggest problem with this method It ’s because people ’s minds are not controlled, and it ’s easy to have some messy pieces. Serious writers who take the literature award like to do this, but they rarely write commercial novels because it is too cumbersome to modify. Equipment is too expensive. "

Jing Jiu said, "Another one?"

Zhong Lizi took out a small, finger-like thing from the room and said, "Another way is to use a remote sensing pen."

After saying this, she gave him a demonstration, put the finger sleeve on the index finger of her right hand, and then began to tremble quickly. A row of text quickly appeared on the computer light curtain, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Jing Jiu asked: "What's the difference between using paper and pen?"

Zhong Lizi took off his gloves and placed it next to the computer, and said seriously: "It is faster and cheaper than using a pen and paper."

Jing Jiu Xin thought that what he didn't need to care about did not mean that these mortals didn't need it either, and took the computer back to his room.

Zhong Lizi withdrew his gaze to close the door and walked into the kitchen to start today's dinner.

The insignificant but healthy and reasonable nutritional block, even if delivered with tea, is also so unpalatable.

If you put it in the ordinary, she will definitely complain a few words, but at this time, she is a little distracted, and she has not noticed how the nutrients are eaten by herself.

——Everyone's first novel is actually written by himself.The story he wrote in the room at this time, the background must be the beautiful world above, talking about the grievances and hatred of the upper society, saying there must be no secrets of the family and nobles, and it may even be related to a certain priest. Miss ...

The silver-haired girl thought if the novel could become a big hit, how much could you get some money for?

Beautiful.

Or better yet, he was taken back by the family, but he could n’t bear to separate from himself, so he took himself back, and ... yeah, I am such an ignorant girl who is greedy for wealth and glory, who made him look so beautiful!

Thinking about these things, she patted the residue of the nutrient block in her hand, took out the tea bags and made a cup of tea, pushed open the door of the study and walked in.

"In the beginning, there must be some hands-on writing, and I will be able to write with you for a few days."

Zhong Lizi put the tea cup on the window sill, turned to look at Jing Jiu sitting on the floor, with a concerned expression, said: "Don't worry ... oh ... have you finished writing?"

Her voice grew louder and louder until she finally picked it up and expressed it as an incredible question.

"End of the seventh volume ... he saw the battleships."

When Jing Jiu finished writing this line, he turned off the computer. He looked to the silver-haired girl and said, "It hasn't been written yet, but it's here for now."

Zhong Lizi looked dazed, and suddenly awoke after a while, and said, "You liar must have written a manuscript before!"

But where is the novel he wrote in advance?It must not be the Academy. He does n’t have a bracelet, nor does he seem to have a chip implanted ...

Jing Jiu didn't know what it meant to save the manuscript, and naturally ignored her, and asked, "How do I send it?"

Zhong Lizi has not awakened from the shock, saying: "There is a forum in the college network, you can upload it every day after you register."

Jing Jiu knew the meaning of registration and said, "I don't have an identity, so I can't register."

Zhong Lizi covered her face and said, "Otherwise ... use me?"

Jing Jiu thought about it, huh.

Zhong Lizi picked up the computer in one pass, and quickly updated 20,000 words to go out.

Jing Jiu saw that she began to swipe the points intently, without any intention of uploading again, and said, "Don't continue?"

Zhong Lizi stared at the light curtain and wanted to see who the first comment was. He said casually: "Twenty thousand words a day is enough."

Jing Jiu Xin thought, wouldn't he wait here for a hundred days?Said: "All sent out."

Zhong Lizi raised his head and glanced at him like an idiot, and then found that this idiot was really beautiful, and some uncomfortably bowed his head and said: "If it is sent out once, it will be drowned under the forum, and no one will notice. "

What does Jing Jiu Xin think about this?

"No one read it afterwards." Zhong Lizi explained patiently.

Jing Jiu said: "There is no end to this, this story is just beginning."

Zhong Lizi saw him insist and said, "Then we compromise, every day ... thirty thousand?"

Jing Jiu said: "500,000."

Zhong Lizi said: "Five thousand ... hundred thousand is good, the deal?"

Jing Jiu looked at the hand that she reached in front of her, and her innocent eyes like a small animal, remembering the few guys on the end of the God's Peak, stretched out her right hand and patted gently.

Zhong Lizi pointed to the computer and said, "I'll watch it first at night?"

Jing Jiuxin wanted to digest his knowledge of number theory tonight and nodded.

Zhong Lizi picked up the computer and happily returned to his bedroom.

Throughout the night, there was a glimmer of light curtains in the cracks of the bedroom door, and occasionally weeping sounds were heard.

The next morning, she walked out of the bedroom holding her computer. Her silver hair was extremely messy, her eyes were red, her face was haggard, and she had obviously not slept all night.

Jing Jiu was lying on a chair and watching the morning news. When she saw her ghostly appearance, she couldn't help but read twice.

"It's okay to write." Zhong Lizi took out a tissue and wiped her red nose, so she pretended to be casual.

Jing Jiun expressed doubts and asked, "Just okay?"

Zhong Lizi sat next to him and said: "The story is still interesting, that is, the emotion is not strong, the conflict is not fierce, the most important thing is the writing problem, even when I died in March, I was sad and couldn't cry.

Jing Jiuxin thought about the plot you cried several times last night.Will Liu Ci turn into Spring Rain or his battle with the Southward trend?

"That Li Gongzi is so pitiful ..."

Zhong Lizi was thinking about the lone tomb in the 3,000 courtyards, thinking about the song written by Liangyue, and the more she thought about it, the more sad she was.

Jing Jiu didn't speak or do anything to comfort her, but just watched her cry quietly.

She was crying by herself, and she stopped crying slowly. She glanced at him angrily, picked up her schoolbag and went to the college.

...

...

Zhong Lizi felt that this novel called Dao Chaotian was well written, but forgot that he read it in one breath without suffering the pain of chasing after another.

The forum of the New World College Network was calm and quiet. This novel did not cause any repercussions, only a few comments, and it was not the content of the novel, but the rumors related to the author.

She was naturally dissatisfied and couldn't help but took the initiative to raise the matter in class. She asked the classmates who had good relationships to go to see and comment. It would be better to give a few more likes.

After a few more days passed, she heard the complaints of her classmates outside the classroom, and she couldn't help it anymore. After returning home, she transferred all these emotions to Jing Jiu.

The news was over, Jing Jiuwang asked Zhong Lizi: "What did you just say?"

"I am suggesting to you on behalf of the reader! Your writing is good, accurate and clean, but it is too far between the front and back plots, and the writing is too loose. I can't remember the front when I see it behind." He said: "There is another very important issue. The Jingyang accident was pretended to be light and unpretentious. It was too disguised and annoying."

Jing Jiuxin thought he was a faint fairy. Where did he pretend?

...

...

Life just continues indifferently, time is really like water.

The novel placed on the New World College website continued to follow the trend, without arousing a little splash.

Zhong Lizi gradually lost his energy, but Jing Jiu didn't care at all, and all his time and spirit were spent on learning.

One day, he finally finished reading all the physics and mathematics textbooks on the college's Internet, which was basically mastered according to his requirements.

Those more profound physics and mathematics knowledge can not be found in the college network.

The vast majority of the three bookshelf books in the room are monographs in economics, financial novels, and accounting knowledge.

Yes, Zhong Lizi's father is a professor of economics.

A professor of economics would commit suicide because of a fund scam, Jing Jiu couldn't help but shook his head, thinking that mortals are really an interesting and pitiful existence, whether in the universe or in the continent.

In the evening, Zhong Lizi received a week's worth of food and returned home with a seemingly twilight, watching him lying on a chair and watching TV. He couldn't help but feel strange, and asked, "You will also rest?"

Jing Jiu gave a sigh, and thought about it and explained more: "I'm done."

"After reading it? It was a four-year course at the college. Did you finish it in just ten days?"

Where did Zhong Lizi believe him, turned on the computer on the coffee table and said, "If you have the ability, you can show me your graduation thesis."

Jing Jiu's eyes did not leave the TV light curtain and said, "No."

Say no, just don't, because he doesn't need to prove, of course, the main reason is laziness.

Zhong Lizi thought for a while and said, "Do you want to do a test paper? Otherwise, you can't be sure if you really learned it."

Jing Jiu still stared at the TV light curtain and said at random: "I did it."

Zhong Lizi was a little surprised, opened the question bank in the college network, and found that he did seven sets of papers, and each set of papers ... was actually a perfect score!

The room became very quiet, only the familiar tone of the announcer on the news kept ringing.

"Did you ... copy the answer?"

"Ok?"

"Then how could you get so many full marks!"

"I haven't scored anything else."

Zhong Lizi knelt on the chair and looked down at Jing Jiu's face, his eyes full of awe.

At the next moment, those feelings of awe became sympathy and compassion.

It is said that in the above, direct knowledge input will be selected during elementary learning, and no rote learning is needed at all.

He was such a genius but he needed to learn by himself. Obviously he was despised in the family, maybe even persecuted, so he fled below.

She seemed to see a bloody story.

The genius boy will eventually recapture what should belong to him!

And she was the beacon, companion, or even ... maybe a partner?

"Do you ... want to go to school?" Zhong Lizi said, staring at Jing Jiu's eyes: "With your talents, you shouldn't waste time on these elementary knowledge. Everything you should learn is in the school's internal database."

Jing Jiu knew she was going to school, and that the New World College was similar to Yi Mao Zhai in other colleges and said, "Okay."

Zhong Lizi seemed to see that a legend was about to be staged, and he couldn't help but coughing with excitement.

Jing Jiu glanced at her.

She waved her hand to signal that she was okay, and turned back to the bedroom. She did not find that he followed him into the bedroom.

Jing Jiu turned into a ghost just like a few days ago, standing in the corner of the bedroom and watching her quietly on the bed.

She turned her back to the door, wrapped her head in a quilt, and coughed softly. She should be afraid of being in the living room.

With her coughing, the bed was trembling slightly, and the silver hair scattered outside the quilt was trembling slightly, looking so miserable.