Dad, please try harder

Guangming Town Middle School, basketball court.

Qian Wenlin was sweating profusely and was playing ball with his colleagues in preparation for next Saturday's game.

He has good athletic ability and is good at defense, rebounding and passing, but his dribbling is average, especially when faced with defense, he basically doesn't dare to dribble.

But when playing today, he mainly practiced shooting and dribbling by the way.

We played until 5:30 in the afternoon and everyone went home for dinner.

After all his colleagues left, Qian Wenlin practiced three-pointers for an additional fifteen minutes.

In the early years, when Dayao was still playing in the NBA, he followed the Rockets' games and met a player named Battier who was humble, dedicated, and had an impressive three-point shot from the corner.

Qian Wenlin is now imitating him, a so-called 3D player (3 defense, shooting three-pointers and defending).

After practicing three-pointers, Qian Wenlin went home holding the ball.

Recently, he has been practicing boxing and playing ball. The intensity of exercise has made him regain a lot of the energetic feeling he had when he was young, and his whole body is full of vitality.

It can be seen that exercise can sometimes really reshape a person's mental state.

On the way back, Qian Wenlin sent a message to his wife. He just opened WeChat and saw a new email notification. He clicked and took a look. It was a rejection letter from "New Story Monthly".

This is the seventh letter.

Some time ago, a colleague published a short story in "Story Monthly" and received a manuscript fee of more than 5,000 yuan. After the school started, he invited the entire Chinese language group teachers to have a meal and shared the submission method with everyone:

"We all teach Chinese, and we can pass the manuscript just by writing. This kind of extra money won't come in vain if we don't make it." After drinking for three rounds, the colleague made a joke and silenced everyone present.

If he hadn't paid for the meal, he would have easily been beaten at the wine table for saying that.

Qian Wenlin muttered to himself: "I'm going to fight you right now. I can't believe it."

He decided to change the subject and no longer write about unofficial legends and folk anecdotes, but a novella about urban men and women eating and drinking.

I have always rejected urban themes before because I was worried that writing such themes would involve some sexual content, such as cheating, one-night stands, female colleagues, first love, etc., which would be misunderstood by my wife.

For example, if he wants to write about a middle-aged male protagonist who is confused about marriage and has impulses towards other women, then his wife may have to ask, is it the male protagonist who is confused and impulsive, or is it you, Qian Wenlin?

Is the female prototype Zhang Meili or Li Aihua?

Or even better, the wife could simply send his article to her son to appreciate and analyze it. Wouldn't that be even more embarrassing?

That kind of embarrassment, it’s hard to say which one is more embarrassing, reciting his WeChat signature or the QQ chat series in person.

Therefore, before writing, he had to prepare a case with his wife to lay the groundwork——

This story is purely fictional, and the characters involved in the novel are all made up randomly. During the creation process, I stood entirely from a third-person perspective and never took on the role of the male protagonist for a second.

Moreover, considering that the work inevitably involves some adult elements, I have to hide it from my son for the time being.

…

Just when Qian Wenlin was thinking about his words, how to go home and communicate his literary creation to his wife, and how not to affect his adolescent son, his son Qian Quan received his first confession from college.

A girl anonymously confessed to Qian Quan on the confession wall of NNU:

"Hello Qiangqiang, I've been struggling for a long time, so I'd better come here to express my feelings. Otherwise, I really won't be able to eat or sleep. If you can send it, please re-code.

"The boy I want to confess to is Qian Quan in the freshmen class of the History Department!!! He should be a famous figure in our school now. I feel like if I don't muster up the courage to confess my feelings now, I will never dare again in the future.

"The first time I met him was on the first day of registration for freshmen. At that time, he was asking for directions. He was wearing a white T-shirt and light blue jeans. When I saw him from a distance, I suddenly became stupid, as if my brain suddenly shut down.

It’s the same thing. I don’t know if it’s love at first sight or lust, but I was completely attracted to him the first time I saw him!

"He didn't appear in my sight, but he burst into my eyes and occupied my mind instantly. How can I describe the feeling? It's like a person who has slept very, very well, without dreaming at all.

On a weekend morning when you sleep until you wake up naturally, a ray of sunshine happens to shine through the window and fill your body.

"I didn't dare to follow him at the time, but later I couldn't help but inquire about his name, class and dormitory. Then I frequently appeared on the routes he might pass by, hoping to create chance encounters. I saw him in the cafeteria and at school.

I've seen him at the door, I've seen him on the basketball court...but he doesn't even know that a girl like me exists!

"Of course, that's okay. I didn't want to have anything to do with him at first. It's enough to just look at him from a distance occasionally and secretly write his name in the diary. I hope he's happy every day. If I can fall in love later, that's enough.

Even better, just kidding, haha~

"Thank you Qianqiang..."

This advertisement was eventually posted on the confession wall, and because the advertisement was pointed to Qian in "Why Are You Afraid of Money" by comments, it triggered another round of moderate attention on the Internet.

Netizens left messages saying: If the girl’s crush on Qian Quan is Qian, then that’s normal. What girl wouldn’t want to have such a good-looking funny man?

Some netizens also said: Even if all the girls from Hainan Normal University have a crush on Qian, why should Qian be afraid!

The first person in the dormitory to discover this confession was Shen Fei. He specially forwarded the link to their dormitory group and gave the money.

Qian Quan replied with four words: "How can one be so virtuous..."

Guo Hongyi: "I don’t know which girl it is. If she looks good, she can take a back seat and consider me. Although I am not as good-looking as Lao Qian, I... can play basketball better than him...

A little?"

In the next two days, some classmates in Qian Quan's class were discussing the matter, although he himself tried to deal with it as calmly as possible.

The most outrageous thing is that Zhou Xiaoxiao, the literary committee member of his class and the class beauty who was also selected by Guo Hongyi privately, sent him a message, explaining that the girl who confessed to her was not her and was a rumor made by others. Please Qian Quan not to misunderstand.

The problem is, Qian Quan never misunderstood at all, so he quickly replied: "No, don't worry, I won't misunderstand. I still know myself, so don't pay attention to those rumors."

It has been an uneventful and uneventful week like this.

Finally, Saturday came again, and Qian Quan went to Fudan to meet Ding Linlang as promised.

Her old book is currently in the final stage, and her new book has also been pre-collected. The book is called "Que Xian", and according to her own introduction, it will be an ancient saying about an immortal.

Qian Quan learned these through readers and her testimonials as a writer.

She herself only revealed to Qian Quan that she was finishing the old book.

After having lunch in the Fudan cafeteria, the two of them walked around the campus.

"It's only been two weeks since school started, and you've already become popular twice. Do you really want to make a debut?" Ding Linlang actually saw the news about the confession wall.

"It has nothing to do with me. I am passive. By the way, haven't you received the love letter yet?" Qian Quan teased, and suddenly noticed something, "Hey, your hair seems to be a little longer."

Ding Linlang's current hairstyle is a straight-cut bangs, which adds a bit of feminine softness and loses a bit of neutral coolness.

"I've been busy with classes and coding lately, so I don't have time to take care of it." Ding Linlang said casually.

"This is quite nice," Qian Quan commented, "By the way, when will you finish this book? Do you have any clues about the new book?"

"I will finish the book in about two weeks. I have thought about the title and the opening chapter of the new book, but the introduction is stuck and there is a missing paragraph of touching copy."

Speaking of this, Ding Linlang looked at Qian Quan and said, "How about you help me think of an introduction to the new book?"

"Okay, tell me what content you want to write and what style of copywriting you want."

The two chatted while walking, and walked to the basketball court in perfect agreement and sat down on the steps on the sidelines.

Ding Linlang roughly introduced the ideas for her new book.

To put it simply, the heroine has been worshiping in a cultivating sect similar to Shushan since she was a child. She has a childhood sweetheart and a junior brother. The two of them learn arts together, practice Taoism together, and go down the mountain to experience together...

Later, their master, the master, was seriously injured and died while fighting the demon king of the demon world. Their new master was taken over by their senior brother, who was the most talented and powerful in cultivation.

Then they practiced while fighting against the devil. Privately, they wanted to avenge their master, and publicly, they wanted to protect the world.

During the process of cultivation, the heroine's golden finger that had been awakened in advance began to work, and she advanced very quickly. During the process of going down the mountain to practice with her junior brother, she got acquainted with the son of the Emperor of Heaven who had experienced the tribulation of the mortal world.

Afterwards, under the pull and advancement of various plot lines, the head brother fell in love with the heroine, the son of the Emperor of Heaven fell in love with the heroine, and the devil also developed strange emotions in the face of the heroine's challenges.

"You managed to get my attention".

Of course, the heroine’s childhood sweetheart, her junior brother, has always been secretly in love with and silently protecting the heroine.

When he heard this, Qian Quan immediately interrupted and said hesitantly: "Your setting..."

Ding Linlang hurriedly explained: "I, I have applied some commonly used settings of male characters in female videos without exception, but my main line is a counter-routine. My heroine has no relationship with the master brother, the son of the Emperor of Heaven and the devil.

I have been moved."

"He chose his childhood sweetheart?"

Ding Linlang said: "Don't worry about this. The part I need you to help me think about is that after the heroine defeated the Demon Lord with the help of the head master and his junior brother, she decisively chose to refuse and faced the entanglement of the Son of the Emperor of Heaven.

She was also dissatisfied with the fact that the gods from heaven frequently descended to earth, and believed that those gods who descended to earth to endure calamities were disrupting the order of the world without any worries, so she decided to interrupt the overpass connecting heaven and earth."

"Jedi Tiantong?" Qian Quan immediately thought of this word.

"Almost, this is the main plot of my book, but I am missing a sentence of copywriting. When the heroine interrupts the overpass, she has to say something to the son of the Emperor of Heaven and the gods in the sky. I want to put this sentence in the introduction, but I

I didn’t expect it to be suitable.”

Qian Quan understood the meaning of her book's title "Que Xian", which was quite relevant.

"It doesn't matter if the second grader is more passionate, right?" Qian Quan asked.

"It doesn't matter, I just need to be more enthusiastic."

Qian Quan watched the game on the court, his brain spinning rapidly, and he suddenly thought of a sentence, but a system prompt sounded in his mind: