"why why why?"
Xi sat on the ground and cried sadly.
Xia Weiran squatted next to him, trying to comfort him.
"Why?"
Feeling grievances and resenting God’s injustice.
Xia Weiran stopped talking.
"I'm so miserable!"
The supply of tears was insufficient, so he howled at the top of his lungs.
"That's enough!" Xia Weiran couldn't bear it any longer and stood up directly, pointing at Ni's nose and scolding: "You told me that you are the most powerful Ni in the prison clan? When you select the strongest in your clan, you compare Voice?"
"I've never seen you cry so much!"
"A man like you, in our global village, will be caught by the Penguin family and sold to Lao Ganma!"
"But, I feel wronged!" Zhen sniffed and stared at Xia Weiran with red eyes: "In the clan, I am the first in hunting, the first in farming, the first in building houses, I am the first in everything. The first place, here you are, but you ask me to write! How can I write? You only know that I have written these five unqualified articles, but how do you know that I have written hundreds of articles and never put them out for testing! "
Forehead……
Xia Weiran was choked by his words. It took him a long time before he turned around and said, "But, what does this have to do with you crying? If you can't write well, then if you write again, why are you crying? It's just writing, and you're writing about it." Are you a sissy? Aren't you the strongest person?"
Ji felt even more aggrieved: "Can't strong people cry?"
That's not to say...
"Okay, okay, I also understand that what you have worked hard to create and rack your brains to write is actually very poorly written. This feeling of disparity is quite disappointing. When I was writing a thesis, I experienced Yes. Moreover, you have experienced this twice today...blame me, just blame me! I will help you, and I will continue to help you!"
"Even if I exhaust my storage capacity, my few creative brain cells, and my writing capacity, which is just okay for now but will be very scarce in the future, I will help you write an article that can pass the review!"
Xia Weiran sat next to Xi: "Now, let's calm down and think about it carefully. What are the standards for this review? When you write something, what are the standards? There must be corresponding basis, right? For example When I write a paper, first of all, the plagiarism check rate is required, and secondly, the paper structure is required..."
After a while, Balabala finished explaining all the key points of writing a thesis. Xia Weiran looked at Xi and found that he was listening carefully and even taking notes.
Xia Weiran was a little embarrassed: "Oh, I'm just talking casually, don't make it so formal!"
"These are very important things, no one told me before." Zhen looked serious. After all, it was the game world. The redness in his eyes had disappeared. Now, his eyes were black and white, with perseverance written in them.
Not wanting to let go of Zhen's trust, Xia Weiran could only rack his brains to piece together the writing notes he had heard from Wang Tiechui before and tell them to Zhen.
"In fact, the most important thing about writing and creation is to find the right audience. If you write for yourself, you can write whatever you want, as long as it suits your heart. But if you write for others, you must know what others want to see."
"If people like to slay demons, you should write "Journey to the West"; if people like war and power, you can consider "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms"; if you like to watch happy endings, you should write "The West Chamber"; if you want tragedy, you can write "The Injustice of Dou E". "
"Of course, this is just the basics. The next step depends on how good the writing is. Haven't we studied Chinese before? In Chinese..."
Xia Weiran talked more and more vigorously, without thinking about whether Zhen could understand it.
Xia Weiran, who scored 97 points in the final exam, quickly emptied her knowledge inventory. She felt her throat was a little dry, so she took out a bucket of Farmer's Koizumi from her backpack, opened the bottle cap, picked it up and drank.
After finishing the drink, she asked the person next to her: "Would you like some water?"
Zhen looked at the bottle that was much bigger than Xia Weiran's head: "No, thank you."
"Then let's continue." After Xia Weiran finished speaking, she realized that she had nothing left to deal with, so she asked, "Did you understand what I just said?"
Bi said honestly: "Some understand, some don't. I probably know what you mean. You just want me to find out what the criteria are for this assessment, and whether there are any requirements for the similarity of articles. Also, , this love story also has many styles and narrative techniques, right?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Xia Weiran nodded: "You are right! You have understood the essence!"
"So, do you know what the assessment criteria are?"
Hey, you got the point right.
He shook his head: "I don't know at all..."
"It doesn't matter, there is plenty of time, let's try it slowly! I will try it with you!"
Taking a look at the time, it was actually midnight, but Xia Weiran didn't plan to log off. She decided to stay online all night to help Zhen write this article!
Of course, if she still failed after staying up all night, she would have no choice but to log off. After all, the reason why she couldn't write well was because of her lack of ability. She needed to learn from Lan Xu!
First, Xia Weiran needs to confirm a question: "Is there a time limit or frequency limit for that review?"
I have written hundreds of articles, but I have only verified three articles before. Is there any relevant restriction?
As a result, Zhen answered that there was no limit. Just because she felt that what she wrote was really bad, she didn't review it.
"Okay, since there is no limit, let's win by quantity!" Xia Weiran led Ni back to the first room. When passing by the room where the skeletons were placed, Xia Weiran deliberately bowed to the bones, hoping that they would bless him with divine help when he wrote.
"First of all, our version of the civet cat being replaced by the prince! Jiang Zilan is the eldest lady, and Zhou Qiaosheng is the prince who was replaced from the palace..."
Xia Weiran said the plot, and Zhen was responsible for the adaptation and writing.
After finishing writing, Xia Weiran was not in a hurry to let Zhen verify it: "Continue, let's write another one. This time, the entire substitute marriage story, Jiang Zilan is a maid, and she is stuffed into a sedan chair by the young lady..."
Here's another love triangle story about a tender male protagonist who can't help but fall in love. I wish them both eternal happiness!
Come again...
Xia Weiran dedicated all the tricks he could think of and wrote until his right hand trembled and he couldn't hold the pen.
"Is that enough?"
弜 asked tentatively.
Usually, what worries him the most is that there is nothing to write. Now, he is afraid that after writing this time, he will never have any hands to use.
Thanks to this being a game, he wrote extremely fast. If he were a person in the real world, he wouldn't be able to finish even one-tenth of the content.
Xia Weiran browsed through several finished articles and felt that they were still a little less interesting. She frowned: I've written everything I can, what else is there?
Looking at the ceiling unconsciously, Xia Weiran suddenly thought of a sentence: Master, the young lady has been hanging on the electric fan for three days.
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