After dreaming of getting rich, I dressed up as a collapsed idol

Once you understand the differences between the two worlds, there are some tricks to bringing those classic works in your mind over.

Traditional literature and online novels are different.

Even fantasy works have higher requirements in terms of writing style, conception, character design, and article structure.

Not to mention realistic literary works.

It is also a big challenge for the author himself.

It doesn't mean that you can gain recognition from the outside world by just publishing an article.

To give the simplest example, given Lu Qingfeng's current situation, if he publishes the work "To Live", he may not be met with admiration from people, but more likely with doubts.

"To Live" is set against the backdrop of a great era, covering a wide time span, from the civil war, the Three Antis and Five Antis, the Great Leap Forward, to the social changes during the Cultural Revolution.

The author himself has experienced that historical situation, so he can write about every aspect in great detail.

How do you expect Lu Qingfeng to take this out?

Therefore, the article you choose must be suitable for his literary style at his current age.

Lu Qingfeng already had an idea in mind.

Fairy tale, this type is the most suitable for him at the moment.

Mainly, he was still thinking about his neighbor Yang Xiuxiu, who was the editor of a children's literature magazine.

The finished manuscript can be taken to her for review, which is quick and convenient.

This saves him from having to find a computer to type, send emails, and wait for replies, all of which takes a lot of time.

With an idea in mind, he picked up a pen and started writing and drawing in his exercise book.

You can't start writing the main text right away.

Write down some of the things that seem to be inspirations and ideas in bits and pieces.

Write some different openings with the same content but different wording.

All of this is to show that this is a work completed by him.

Although it is a bit troublesome, it is all necessary.

As far as Lu Qingfeng knew, Han Han had been suspected online of hiring someone to write for him.

Guo Jingming was confirmed to have plagiarized.

Once a person becomes famous, he or she will be scrutinized closely by the outside world under a magnifying glass.

Lu Qingfeng wanted to be an idol who would never fall from grace, so naturally he had to prepare for a rainy day in advance.

If anyone doubts him in the future, he can take out these manuscripts.

After writing and drawing for half a class period, I finally completed the prerequisites.

With the original text in mind for comparison, these things are actually not difficult.

My hands hurt from writing for a long time.

He put down his pen and prepared to take a break when he suddenly smelled a sweet scent coming from next door.

When I turned around, I saw my deskmate huddled behind a fortress made of textbooks, holding a torn bag of snacks under the desk.

He stared at his English teacher during class, and as soon as he turned his back to write on the blackboard, he would immediately lower his head under the table and pick up some snacks to put in his mouth.

A delicious taste.

Lu Qingfeng took a look and saw that it was a red thread of varying lengths.

Lu Qingfeng remembered that this thing was called shredded radish, but it was actually made of figs.

It’s sour and sweet, and tastes great.

Saliva began to flow out of his mouth unconsciously.

My deskmate is white and fat. He hasn't had his hair cut for a while, so it's thick and hard, and it's sticking out like chicken feathers.

Sitting with him in the back row by the window, in Wang’s hometown, my grades were naturally not much better.

Lu Qingfeng remembered that his name was Lu Hui. They had been desk mates for so long, but they had hardly spoken to each other.

If I ask him for it at this time, it would be inappropriate.

He was thinking in his mind, but Lu Hui noticed his eyes.

I didn't care about it at first, but I don't know why, but I suddenly felt a little guilty for no reason.

I feel it’s not good to eat alone.

The rules of the underworld are that everyone who sees it has a share.

After hesitating for a moment, he handed the bag of snacks over a little.

"do you want?"

"Ah? Thank you."

The dream came true. Lu Qingfeng happily reached out and pinched a little, then put it into his mouth, imitating the other person.

He didn't know if it was the added bonus of the environment, but he felt that the cheap snacks in his mouth were particularly delicious.

"I noticed you were writing something in your notebook. What was it?"

Perhaps because they shared snacks, Lu Hui thought that the relationship between the two of them as classmates had taken a step forward and it also provided an opportunity for them to chat, so he asked curiously.

"Nothing much, just writing a few short stories and trying to submit them to magazines."

Lu Qingfeng showed him the notebook.

Lu Hui saw words like "matches", "little girl", "barbecue", and "grandmother" written densely on his notebook.

I don’t understand it and I’m not interested in it, but I still have to pretend to admire it.

"You're awesome! Let me know when your manuscript is approved. I'll buy it and take a look."

"it is good."

He didn't know how sincere his deskmate was when he said this, but Lu Qingfeng remembered it firmly in his heart.

Being able to publish one's own writing in a magazine is a great achievement for a high school student.

Isn't this matter worth talking about?

Lu Qingfeng didn't intend to keep this a secret and wait for someone to find out someday, and then put on a pretentious expression as if to say, "Oh, I can't stand you guys. How did you find out my secret?"

Everything he did was for the sake of a good future in making money.

Even if Lu Hui didn't say this, he would tell his two best friends, and then spread it through their mouths.

He did not forget that there was a nine-tailed fox inheritance waiting to be unlocked in his consciousness.

"I'll tell you the first time the manuscript is passed."

Lu Qingfeng promised.

Lu Hui was very happy and felt that he was valued. He tore a page from the notebook and poured out half of the shredded radish to give to him.

The two happily shared the delicious food in class.

But after a while, Lu Qingfeng suddenly felt something was wrong.

A death gaze that sends chills down one's spine suddenly appears out of nowhere.

When he turned around, he saw a face appear by the window, staring at him coldly.

Lu Qingfeng's scalp tingled.

The day is the math teacher and class teacher, Xiong Da.

He behaved himself, put away the snacks, and silently picked up the English book.

The end of the second class is the break time, and the third class is mathematics.

Lu Qingfeng thought he was going to be scolded, but the expected criticism did not come.

Because the head teacher brought a pile of test papers and requisitioned them together with the fourth period of physical education for the exam.

The classroom was filled with wailing.

Every city, every high school, has an unsolved mystery.

The mysterious physical education teacher, only heard of his name but never seen in person.

I had lunch in the cafeteria with two close friends at noon, and after coming back I continued my writing career without stopping.

By the end of evening study, Lu Qingfeng had finally finished two fairy tales.

I could have written two more, but too much is as bad as too little.

These two articles were carefully selected by him and are in line with his age and family background.

Now that these two stories are accepted, it will be natural to come up with other stories later.

At 9:30 in the evening, after the evening self-study get out of class, Lu Qingfeng specially greeted his deskmate Lu Hui and then walked home.

Liu Xin and he live on the same road, but Hou Xiaobing's home is farther away, so he rides a bike to school.

After walking for a while, they went their separate ways.

About ten minutes later, Lu Qingfeng returned home, put down his schoolbag, took the notebook full of words and knocked on the door next door.