Rebirth of the Wicked Writer

"There are plans for this."

Taking advantage of the gap at the red light, Shangguan Wanqing lowered her head and flipped through the books she had just acquired, her calm eyes rolled regularly, and her uncombed black hair also drooped down to touch her cheeks at the same time, so She freed one hand to pull her naughty hair behind her ear.

The mechanical synthetic voice of the mic can't hear men and women, although the ice cooling can also hear the emotions that don't belong to the machine: "As a system, it shouldn't interfere with the host's decision, but your decision has to let me say... be careful, suspense is not suitable A rookie writer starts out."

Although Shangguan Wanqing has never mentioned the tasks mentioned by the system since the system appeared until now, and it seems that she has no plans to complete it, but when she closed her eyes last night, she was really thinking about the future, but as she said What she saw was an unlit road ahead, and the road was uncertain. Frustrated and confused, she thought about ignoring it and living like this, but after she finally calmed down and regained a little clarity, she put this thought behind her.

Now that she has returned to 20 years, she has indeed changed the experience she regretted when she was a child. Now that her parents are still alive, Feng Xingyao is still so naive and shy. This time, the retrogression is not given by God. Her chance to make amends?

She can make up for the regret of wasting her youth arbitrarily in her previous life, and prevent the tragedy of family destruction that has not been brought to the tribe because of her mistaken belief in others. She can even reverse the life trajectory of the original owner's sorrow and resentment in the previous life, so that it will not repeat itself in this life.

In the previous life, she wasted half her life because of a person who didn't love her, and she didn't fulfill her childhood dream. When she suddenly wanted to catch the tail of time like a dream, she found that she had missed the most beautiful time of her life as a loser. The so-called dream is nothing but a misty dream.

Except regret is regret.

In this life, she doesn't want to aimlessly be a walking corpse with cold blood flowing in the world, living in the world meaninglessly. She wants to use the new life she regained this time to burn her blood with enthusiasm and strive for a moment of brilliance in this short life.

Her final decision is that even if she fails, she must live a life that belongs only to herself, not to be influenced by anyone, but to live only for herself, for herself.

So she accepted the system's kindness, but she didn't intend to accept it. She shrugged her shoulders and said, "I thought about it too, but I found that I'm not particularly familiar with genres other than detective novels, and my mind is almost blank." of."

What Shangguan Wanqing said is the truth. It is not impossible for her to write romance, fantasy, urban, etc., but it is impossible for her to come up with something innovative. She can only write memes written by others in the same way. It will make people feel boring and unintentional. Even if they are famous, they will be replaced by authors with great brains. There are millions of authors who have written such novels, and it is still an unknown question whether they can stand out.

Since she is becoming a writer's professional max, naturally she can't be buried under the trend like this. Shangguan Wanqing doesn't want to write something that she doesn't even have interest in, and even she, the author, has no interest in writing something. How could she be liked by others? ?

She wants to try to write some suspenseful stories. As something related to her profession, she is naturally very good at and very interested in writing for it. She used to read this kind of novels before, but she died without a problem because of her work. Now, while realizing your dreams, you don’t have to waste your brain thinking about some stories without thoughts at all, so why not do it?

"That's why I'm looking for such a magazine. As a senior detective, what I write is not as good as these laymen who rely purely on imagination?"

Shangguan Wanqing closed the book expressionlessly, glanced at the red light that was still red and the crowds that were gradually increasing, "Although my grades in all subjects were not very good when I was a sophomore in high school, I still got the highest score in our subject in Chinese composition." Point, I am also a person with writing skills.”

mic: "Well, it's fine if you're happy, but you seem to be a science student."

Shangguan Wanqing responded to this sentence with silence, she pretended not to hear this slightly tricky system, and at this time the red light happened to change to a green light, and she returned to the community meekly with magazines and newspapers.

When she returned to Zuo Xiaoxiao's home, she was already sitting on the dining table with her left leg pressed against her right, eating breakfast slowly, tearing bread and putting it in her mouth. Full ten smiles.

"Qingqing, I haven't seen you so early in the morning, come quickly and have breakfast." Zuo Xiaoxiao waved to Shangguan Wanqing who was taking off her shoes at the door.

"I went out for a couple of laps." Shangguan Wanqing didn't say that she was going for a morning run, because she wasn't sure if the original owner had this habit, and talking too much would arouse suspicion. She glanced at the food on the table and shook her head: "Just now I ate outside."

Pulling the collar, the clothes that had stuck to the body were separated from the skin with attachment, put on indoor slippers and walked into the room, saying in a neutral tone: "I'm going to change clothes."

"Well, okay, don't forget to pack your schoolbag, and you may distribute books when you go to school later."

"Ah."

Back in the bedroom, she changed into relatively fresh clothes, put down her bundled hair to make it soft and draped over her shoulders, rummaged through her luggage for a long time before realizing that she hadn't taken her school uniform back from Feng Xingyao, and finally asked the left Only now did Xiaoxiao change into her school uniform, and finally packed up an empty schoolbag, and put the "Suspenseful Crime" and the newspaper into the schoolbag.

After packing up their things, the two of them went to an ice drink shop near the community for a while, and then slowly headed towards the school. Today is the day for class registration, and the school stipulates that registration starts at 8 o'clock, so the two of them I was not in a hurry, so that it was already past seven o'clock when I finally got to school.

Every corner of the campus is illuminated by the sun. Students in twos and threes enter the campus with high spirits, talking and laughing happily, just like the sun at six o'clock that Grandpa Mao said, full of vigor.

Stepping into the campus with small steps, he took a sip of the cool lemon tea in his hand, and under the slightly violent sunlight, the outside of the package was already covered with little drops of water.

At the bulletin board where the two were crowded, Zuo Xiaoxiao stepped forward and looked up her class and name on it, while Shangguan Wanqing looked at Zuo Xiaoxiao from outside the crowd. She was tall and stood among a group of sophomore girls There is also a sense of sight that stands out from the crowd, so it is easy to find.

Zuo Xiaoxiao repeated confirmation many times before leaving the crowd and returning to Shangguan Wanqing's side, pouted her lips in dissatisfaction, shook her arm and complained: "Qingqing, we are not in the same class, I am in the second class You are in class five, not happy."

Shangguan Wanqing didn't take it seriously, and said, "They're all on the first floor, but they're not in the same class."

"You heartless man, you are ruthless, shameless and unreasonable, and you actually say such things!" Zuo Xiaoxiao put on a heartbroken expression, but it was very exaggerated, covering her mouth and making a sound: "Yeah..."

"..." What the hell.

In Shangguan Wanqing's memory, classes [-] to [-] are liberal arts classes, classes [-] to [-] are science classes, class [-] of liberal arts class is a key class, and class [-] of science class is a key class, but what puzzled her was a The student who handed in a blank paper in mathematics actually entered the fifth class of the key liberal arts class. Isn't this a relationship?It was specified that the father of the original owner had made the arrangements in advance.

The two separated when they got to the third floor. Shangguan Wanqing arrived in the fifth class only to find that almost everyone had arrived. Although some people had just met, they were already chatting in full swing. Very exciting.

Shangguan Wan, who doesn't want to be disturbed much and doesn't want to embarrass others because of her natural air-conditioning field, finds the last seat in the corner and sits down, puts the lemon tea in the upper left corner and puts the schoolbag in the drawer. Then I took out the "Suspenseful Crime" and read it carefully.

However, after flipping through a few pages, she frowned slightly. Shangguan Wanqing didn't read very quickly. She chewed and read word by word, reading very carefully, but when she saw a paragraph, she just turned it over. At the end, I shook my head and read the next article.

The mic was puzzled: "Not good-looking?"

Shangguan Wanqing looked up at the classmates who were still chatting enthusiastically, but no one noticed her, then lowered her head and continued to look at the books on the table, and then replied: "No, the writing is good, but I have already read it. Find out who the murderer is and what's interesting, and the ending is too boring and not interesting at all..."

Halfway through the talk with mic, I suddenly found that the originally extremely lively class suddenly fell silent. Usually, this kind of situation can only happen when the teacher came. She raised her head and looked at the podium. A tall, thin middle-aged woman in a golden windbreaker Standing straight in the center of the podium, with an aura that belongs exclusively to teachers.

"Hi everyone, I'm your class teacher Lu Jing, and I'm also your future Chinese teacher." With a clear voice, he picked up the chalk on the podium and began to write his name on the blackboard, making a slight rubbing sound, "If nothing happens, I will Will accompany you through the remaining two years."

Shangguan Wanqing's eyes lingered for a while, but in the end she silently transferred the book on the desktop to the drawer and continued to read. She looked up to make sure that the teacher hadn't noticed her, and then answered the mic: "The first article uses No. .1 said that the writing style is a bit imitating Sherlock Holmes, and the second article is also somewhat similar, but it is more of a kind of painting a tiger that is not an anti-dog, but it is normal. The rise of suspense novels in China is indeed inspired by Western novels, but Chinese and Western Combining neither fish nor fowl seems very blunt."

After understanding the mic, she didn't bother Shangguan Wanqing, but quietly asked her to read the book seriously, but after a while, she couldn't bear it anymore and closed the book, closing her eyes to let her tired eyes rest for a while.

The writing styles of these suspense novels are somewhat westernized, and most of them are No.1 titles. The plots are a bit boring. It seems that they all solve the case for the sake of solving the case, and they all know the ending after reading the opening. They are all the same.

"That's all. After school, transfer all the registration money to this account, and then give me the note in class tomorrow." Lu Jing drew a few strokes on a series of numbers with chalk.

Opening her eyes, what Shangguan Wanqing saw were many words and a series of numbers written on the blackboard at some time.

But after being silent for a while, one parted his lips and said, "However, this has added a bit of confidence to me. Before I was sure, I was still worried about accidents, but now I am quite sure."

"That's good... Now the boys are going to move the books, the girls..." Before Lu Jinghua could finish speaking, a panting voice came from the front door. This voice was familiar to Shangguan Wanqing, so she subconsciously Looking towards the door.

"Report."