What Should I Do If the System Forces Me To Copy Books?

"The Decline of Traditional Literature"

"In recent years, as Mr. Mo Wen closed his pen, traditional literature has become more and more out of date. The literary works of the younger generation are more about moaning without illness, sad spring and autumn, and the flow of youth and love is difficult to be elegant in the lobby. Light is hard to come by.

On the contrary, online literature is flourishing day by day, coupled with the popularity of IP, this can't help but make people sigh..."

After reading the entire post, Li Chungang's eyes moved slightly as if thinking about it. As a person who chose liberal arts in high school, deep down he likes literature.

The old man Mo Wen mentioned in the post, Li Chungang once read his works, and suddenly came up with such an idea, "Maybe... I can also write physical books and try traditional literature?"

In the next second, this idea was rejected by himself. At least at this stage, he just wants to write his own web articles quietly, eat and drink without worrying, and live a free and unrestrained life. Maybe he will try it in the future when he is interested.

After all, Li Chungang is a man who owns the entire literary encyclopedia!

"Speaking of which, there is still a week until the results of the college entrance examination will come out."

Recently, I have been focusing almost all of my attention on novels. I basically get up every day—go to Xiongba Internet Cafe to code words—go home and go to sleep. Now "Ghost Blowing Lantern" is on the shelves and has achieved such good results. Li Chungang relaxed his body and mind.

...

"Chat window with the editor-in-chief Sanliujiu"

Yaoyang: Brother Jiu, are you there?

Sanliujiu: Here, what does Yaoyang Zhigao want for me?

Yaoyang: Do you have the contact information of the newcomer who wrote "Ghost Blowing the Lantern" the most popular on the website recently?

Sanliujiu: There must be, but when did the Supreme God start to care about the human world?

Authors who have reached the level of Yaoyang in writing online articles actually don't pay much attention to the gains and losses at the website level, and more on how to create a big IP. Often he just conceives a title for a new book, and then There are countless capital parties waving checkbooks to find them.

Low- and middle-level writers are begging for editors, high-level authors are accustomed to editors, masters and platinum-level writers are favored by websites, and when they reach the highest level, they must be relied on by the company in turn.

To put it bluntly, except for the five giant novel websites, just one Supreme God is enough to support the entire website!

Yaoyang: Brother Nine, I was joking. There is an elder who knows that I also write web articles, and he is on the same website as him, so he thinks that I can get to know him through me. Is it convenient?

Three Six Nine: That's it! It must be convenient, others are hard to tell, you Yaoyang Zhigao must be convenient to speak!

Yaoyang: Brother Jiu, please.

369: I need to find someone to ask first, and I will find it later and send it to you.

Yaoyang: OK!

In one of the quiet single-family villas on the Champs Avenue in the capital, a man with a handsome appearance and a tall and straight figure stood up. He was Yaoyang, the supreme god of the Dragon, whose real name was Yang Yao.

Yang Yao has heard of the "Ghost Blowing the Lantern" that has been making a lot of noise recently on Longteng Chinese.com, and he has read the book from beginning to end, even he can't help but praise it for a second.

He may not be inferior to the other party in writing, but he is not as good as the other party in terms of creativity and literary background, especially when it involves a lot of historical knowledge and side knowledge...

If it is not really well-read, it is absolutely impossible to ensure such high quality and at the same time have such a high update volume!

What Yang Yao didn't expect the most was that this morning he received a call from a completely unexpected person—the vice president of the Writers Association, Mr. Feng. The author who wrote "Ghost Blowing the Lamp".

...

There are only a dozen people in the history class of Jingbei University's history and archeology major.

A boy wearing thick bottle-bottomed glasses mixed in with a group of classmates. His textbooks were spread out on the table to cover his entire face, and his mobile phone was quietly placed on the table.

It can be said that you can see rows and columns of text on the screen of your mobile phone...

It's just that the boy who was staring at the mobile phone screen completely did not notice that the teacher's voice was getting louder and the distance was getting closer, until he stood beside him.

The continuous, drowsy and boring history lectures came suddenly, and the students who were whispering all around turned their eyes away.

The students sitting in the front row turned around and found nothing, a little bewildered; only the students who saw something behind them seemed to realize that something good was about to be staged, and all of them looked at the teacher and the teacher with smiling expressions on their lips. On the student next to him.

I saw that the teacher did not interrupt the student, but turned around and was bent down by the hand, his head was very close to that of the student, and then said softly:

"Does it look good?"

Lock the screen, close the bag, and flatten the book.

This classmate is definitely experienced in many battles. Ming is still unflappable in this situation. A set of movements is done in one go, quickly and without mistakes. .

"Hahahahaha!!!"

The person involved didn't feel anything, but the other students who witnessed all this burst into laughter, even in front of the teacher's eyes, they couldn't control their belly laughing.

"This classmate, what is it that looks so good, can you share it with the teacher?"

"Teacher, I..." The student who was caught and got all the stolen goods didn't dare to quibble, stood up and hesitated for a long time, and didn't dare to speak for a long time, completely lacking the freedom of movement just now.

"It's okay, you can think it over before you speak. If the answer doesn't satisfy me, you can continue to take my class next year."

Otherwise, how can a literate scholar kill without blood, and what the teacher said with a smile made the student tremble like a little quail.

"Teacher, I'm actually looking at historical knowledge. Do you know the Jingjue Kingdom and the Jingjue Queen? And teacher, do you know the Captain Mojin in ancient times? Is there any inheritance in modern society?"

One after another nouns that the teacher had never thought of spit out from the student's mouth, and Yu Sheng smiled more and more on his face, but this time it was not a kind of hidden knife, but a genuinely happy smile.

Snapped--

The teacher patted the students on the shoulder vigorously, indicating that I am satisfied that you can sit down, and then returned to the podium with light steps. In the eyes of all the students, he turned off the multimedia projection behind him and closed the textbooks, and suddenly said:

"I know that you usually dislike my lectures on books that are boring and make you sleepy. It just so happened that the classmate mentioned Jingjue Kingdom, Jingjue Queen, and Captain Mojin, so today I will make an exception and tell you about this aspect content.

Of course, it’s wrong to play with your mobile phone in my class, unless you want to come with me next year! "

So, the teacher stood on the podium and began to talk endlessly about the Jingjue Kingdom and the history of the Jingjue Queen. It is not as exciting and ups and downs as in the novel, but it is worse than the truth.