God please don't procrastinate

Sun Youxian, who was blinded by the male god, didn't get any results, and Zhong Jingyu's attitude towards everyone's plan has always been ambiguous.

The revised draft of "This Road Is No Way Through" has been confirmed and given to Zheng Shuo. The creation of "The Next Exit" is going very smoothly. Zhong Jingyu is very conscientious in submitting manuscripts every day, and Sun Youxian's cakes are getting smoother and smoother.

Sun Youxian, whose life and work are going well, feels that he is a little idle, and when he is free, he can't help but start to insinuate, trying to ask Zhong Jingyu if he wants to participate in the Great Writer Project.

And Zhong Jingyu, who was asked No.30 twice by him, finally gave an accurate answer: not to participate.

"Why, Young Master Zhong? Do you think the great writer's plan is not good?" Sun Youxian's shoulders collapsed at once, and something he approved was rejected by someone he valued. It felt very sad.

Zhong Jingyu shook his head, turned the laptop on his lap to Sun Youxian, and said with a smile, "I just want to try something else."

Sun Youxian was suspicious, following Zhong Jingyu's signal, his eyes fell on the page on the laptop, and he was instantly taken aback—the page on the monitor was something he knew so well, the pen fell to the homepage of Literature.com!

"Zhong Zhong Zhong Zhong Shao, what do you mean?" The resident writer who didn't plan to be an airborne went to look at the website's page again. Could it be possible to register anonymously and become an online writer?

"Well, I really think so." Sun Youxian, who accidentally said what was in his heart, quickly got an affirmative answer from Zhong Jingyu, "And I have already registered, you see."

Like a child who got a new gift and couldn't help showing off to his friends, Zhong Jingyu clicked on his author backstage to show it to Sun Youxian.

Sun Youxian, who is familiar with all platforms of Biluo Literature Network, saw Zhong Jingyu's pen name at a glance—Xunhou.

"The lamb's fur is like dirt, but it is straight and noble. He's son, he will never change his life." He remembered that Zhong Jingyu said that the word "Yu" in his name came from "The Book of Songs". words in the same poem.

"Well, is it okay to choose a pseudonym like this?" Zhong Jingyu turned back to the computer and changed the page to the homepage of Biluonan. "Other people's pseudonyms seem to be too long. Is my name too concise?"

Although Zhong Jingyu's age is still classified as young people, he is closer to retired veteran cadres in terms of lifestyle and hobbies. Naturally, he has only a half-knowledge about many things on the Internet that young people are familiar with today.

"Choosing a pen name depends on what you like, there are no special rules." For example, he has changed countless vests in the process of writing for many years, and the longest pen name has nine characters - if he doesn't sign a contract, he will hang Dongnanzhi Of course, in the end, of course, he still didn't sign the contract, and he didn't really hang up Dongnanzhi.

"That's good." Zhong Jingyu nodded reassuringly, and continued his exploration on the pen, "Now the Internet is really developed. At that time, we posted something on the Internet, and there was a blog that was already very powerful. Now there is such a well-structured novel website, it really is different today."

Zhong Jingyu's tone of vicissitudes made Sun Youxian unable to bear the black line on his forehead.

Young master Zhong, although you are a great man standing on the altar, you are 27 this year, not 72; although you live like a retired veteran cadre, you are really not, you just don’t understand Internet culture so well, you don’t need to really Treat yourself like an old antique!

Zhong Jingyu, who was concentrating on studying the website, didn't hear Sun Youxian's inner cries at all this time, and directly asked without shame: "If I want to publish a novel, should I order this [release chapter]?"

"No, you have to create a new article before you can publish chapters." As the "veteran" of Biluo Literature Network, Sun Youxian subconsciously answered Zhong Jingyu's question. After answering, he realized that he seemed to be led by Zhong Jingyu He went astray, he obviously came to ask the great writer about his plan.

"Young Master Zhong, if you want to write web articles, you can participate in the Great Writer Program. The same is true for airborne pens stationed at the station. Why do you have to re-register a new pen name?" Although the threshold for writing web articles is not high, it is true. There are only a handful of people who can stand out, and more people, who may not even touch the door, have already lost, such as... himself.

This world has never been absolutely fair. Even on anonymous online novel platforms, famous writers and unknown writers are treated very differently. The three words "Zhong Jingyu" itself represent a much higher starting point than others, but if they discard the ready-made popularity, are they too confident in themselves or have underestimated online novels?

Zhong Jingyu stopped researching the background of the website, closed his notebook slightly, turned to look at Sun Youxian, and asked him: "Youxian, if I say that I plan to write a romance novel next, what do you think?"

"Don't bother Young Master Zhong, what are you writing..." Before he finished speaking, Sun Youxian felt a "thump" in his heart—why can't Zhong Jingyu write romance novels?

As expected, Zhong Jingyu, who got stuck with Sun Youxian, showed no sign of getting angry. Instead, he smiled and guided him patiently: "Look, it's like a mindset. When my name is mentioned, readers will most likely The first type of novel that comes to mind is sci-fi suspense. If one day, I say, I want to give up this subject and write other things instead, what will everyone think?"

Following Zhong Jingyu's train of thought, Sun Youxian almost thought of possible comments in the next second——

ah?Zhong Shao, what's the matter with you?Why do you want to write XX themes? Isn’t it good to continue writing sci-fi suspense?Although the XX theme you want to rewrite is not my favorite type, but I will still support your huh... BY Zhong Jingyu's diehard book fan

Zhong Jingyu gave up his best field and rewrote XX themes. Is Jiang Lang exhausted or full of talent? BY watching the excitement is not too big a big mass media

Zhong Jingyu no longer writes science fiction and suspense novels to get a glimpse of the industry's future trend in the next ten years. BY so-called brick-and-mortar experts in the industry

"No matter what I write or how I write, what the outside world sees is based on the foundation of 'Written by Zhong Jingyu'. My name is both a label and a shackle, and its light is covering up the work itself , I... don't want that." Zhong Jingyu spoke slowly, and even felt a little lonely at the end.

"Zhong... Zhong Shao..." Sun Youxian really wanted to say something to comfort Zhong Jingyu, or say a few words of encouragement to change the atmosphere, but why are you great gods troubled so high-end and high-end, and us Ordinary people are so different, I couldn't find a word of comfort if I wanted to!

He had been thinking about it for a long time without saying a word, but Zhong Jingyu, who was silent for a while, went on to say: "In the past two years, although I have been writing the Adventure of the Chamber of Secrets series, I know very well that after this series, I may ... can no longer write science fiction suspense novels.

My love for the universe and interstellar space has supported me to write novels to this day, but the passion will always run out one day, to... Will I not even be worthy of the word writer? "

"No, Mr. Zhong." Sun Youxian hastily denied his negative thoughts, "You have written so many excellent works, and you have won international authoritative awards, how can you not even be called a writer?"

Sun Youxian frowned, with a serious expression, like a little leopard defending his treasure, and his treasure was Zhong Jingyu.If someone dared to say a word to discredit Zhong Jingyu, he could immediately roll up his sleeves and go up to the fight, which not even Zhong Jingyu himself could do.

Seeing Sun Youxian like this, Zhong Jingyu once again felt redemption. He looked into his eyes with admiration, infatuation, and unreasonable trust. Let him find the courage to continue.

Zhong Jingyu let go of his first instinct, reached out and landed on the top of Sun Youxian's head, then followed his smooth hair, stopped on the back of his head, and exerted a little force, so that the unsuspecting Sun Youxian leaned against him .

Just a moment, intimate contact, his forehead resting on his shoulder, and his chin, resting on the top of his head, more intimate than ambiguous, less heartbeat than sweet.

"I know that I have been very lucky. I wanted to write a novel and got the support of my family; I finished the novel and was cultivated by Uncle Zheng, and then I gained fans, won awards, and published it...even when I was at a low point, I...met you... …

I want to continue this kind of life, as an excellent writer, not Zhong Jingyu who is only good at writing science fiction suspense.What should be recognized is the works created by my pen, not just my name. "

Zhong Jingyu let go of the hand that was pressing on the back of Sun Youxian's head, and waited for him to sit up straight before continuing: "Youxian, aren't you curious? After losing the name Zhong Jingyu, I no longer write suspenseful science fiction novels." My own, will the things I write still be liked by people?"

The male god's words have already been said for this sake, what else can Sun Youxian say?

Of course not!

So, in the end, he not only had to encourage the male god to move forward bravely on the road of being an online writer, but also bitterly called Zheng Shuo to explain the report.

Fortunately, Zheng Shuo is also someone who has experienced Zhong Jingyu's "true temperament". Regarding his decision not to join the Great Writer Project, he didn't say much except for some regrets, and asked Sun Youxian to give Zhong Jingyu more information on the Internet. If you have the knowledge of a writer, you can find him to solve the problem.

Sun Youxian, who hung up the phone, turned to look at Zhong Jingyu, who was holding the computer and was still studying the penluowenxue.com, feeling uneasy for no reason.

This man who had stood on the altar for a long time suddenly decided to step down from the altar and choose to compete with everyone on a road with an uncertain future. Is it really good for him?And on this road, can he create his own brilliance again and return to the altar?

If he succeeds, it is another proof of his strength, otherwise it will be...

Sun Youxian didn't dare to think about it anymore, he believed that with Zhong Jingyu's strength, even if he was writing web articles, he would be able to reach the pinnacle!

"Youxian, come and see, this forum is so interesting." Before Sun Youxian could think about it, Zhong Jingyu "summoned" him over with a wave.

Sun Youxian put down his phone, sat on the sofa side by side with Zhong Jingyu, and looked closely at the page on his computer.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but take a breath...