Wen Leyu's Anger

Li Ye knew the little spy at the next desk was peeking at his writing, but he didn't intend to stop her.

After all, he still had a long way to go with this novel. As for Wen Leyu, who was so close, there was no way to hide it.

Besides, why hide it from this girl who was completely satisfied?

It would not only make things too distant but also waste energy.

With that energy, he might as well have cleaned up the historical discrepancies in "Latent" more thoroughly and meticulously, to avoid unnecessary trouble.

It was 1981, and the internet didn't exist. A lot of historical knowledge that was commonplace in later generations shouldn't appear in a 19-year-old boy from a small northern town.

For example, the identity of Yu Zecheng, an important character in the novel.

Yu Zecheng graduated from the Qingpu Special Training Class in the 26th year of the Republic of China, later joined the Counter-espionage Section of the Chongqing Military Action Department, and then transferred to become the Chief of the Confidential Section of the Jincheng Security Bureau.

The names of these three units alone were not knowledge that an ordinary person in the 1980s should know.

If Li Ye copied all the details from the "Latent" TV series, it would definitely arouse great reading desire among readers, but at the same time, it would also attract a lot of suspicion.

"How do you know so clearly?"

"You said you have a grandfather who fought in the war? Your grandfather, a coarse man who couldn't see clearly, knows this?"

"What? In the end, Yu Zecheng went to that side?"

Therefore, in terms of this kind of knowledge and specific plot points, Li Ye had to handle them vaguely, and it couldn't affect the reader's experience. It was still quite challenging.

Bang~

The gunshot alerted Yu Zecheng. At this moment, Zhang Mingyi, who was responsible for replacing him in wiretapping, appeared. Zhang Mingyi was shot in the back.

Li Ye had already reached the climax of the first chapter and was writing furiously when his elbow was gently bumped by Wen Leyu at the next desk.

A writer is very annoyed by interruptions when their plot is flowing smoothly, but who could be angry with Little Mute?

Li Ye turned to look at Wen Leyu and saw that her expressive eyes were filled with seriousness.

A note was pushed over, which read: "Is this Yu Zecheng the protagonist of the novel? If so, do you know it could bring you a lot of trouble?"

The little girl had quite high awareness.

Li Ye was quite happy. It was rare for a girl to genuinely care about you. Just that thought was precious.

Of course, Li Ye's awareness in this regard was even higher than Wen Leyu's.

He had seen the Harmony Gods of later generations. Let alone issues of stance, even some descriptions in the novel, Li Ye would carefully differentiate.

For example, Director Dai, who appeared in the first episode of the TV series, had a very strong aura. After all, he was a big shot! He definitely needed an aura of dominance.

But if Li Ye were to describe his personal aura extensively in the novel now, not only would the novel not pass censorship, but it would likely cause significant trouble.

And when Zuo Lan appeared, she had to be described with rich strokes, fully highlighting the vitality and positivity of a youth of the new era.

This was in line with the values of the time. Moreover, it was commercial writing! It was difficult to balance making money and art, but it wasn't shameful.

Seeing the worry in Wen Leyu's eyes, Li Ye wrote on the paper: "No, justice will always triumph over evil."

Wen Leyu read Li Ye's words, watched him frown slightly, and after a few seconds, she suddenly wrote on the paper: "This Yu Zecheng, is he an underground operative, right?"

Little sister, are you trying to get me to spoil the plot?

Li Ye wrote on the paper: "The quality of a novel's reading experience lies in the strength of its plot's uncertainty. Therefore, I cannot tell you the answer."

Wen Leyu's eyes blinked, her little mouth pouted, and she turned away from Li Ye, scooting to the other end of the bench and putting some distance between them.

She was angry, clearly angry.

An angry beautiful girl was quite interesting. Li Ye sighed inwardly, "It's not that my self-control is insufficient, but that beautiful women are too alluring."

Li Ye didn't deliberately coax Wen Leyu. He believed that a good girl would regulate her negative emotions on her own.

As expected, after Li Ye wrote for a while, the angry Wen Leyu secretly "slid" back from the other end of the bench.

However, she no longer stretched her neck to continue peeking at Li Ye's novel, maintaining her own little temper and dignity shyly.

Li Ye picked up the few pages of manuscript he had written and pushed them in front of her, saying, "Help me out. Proofread it for me, and then make a copy. I need it for submission."

Wen Leyu was a bit caught off guard, but she quickly took it, a smile curling at the corners of her lips, revealing her inner joy at that moment.

Li Ye not telling her the "answer" made her think Li Ye didn't trust her as a friend. But now that Li Ye was letting her proofread, wasn't she just overthinking?

Proofreading involved finding typos and inappropriate word choices, which really tested one's language skills.

Wen Leyu's Chinese language skills were actually better than Li Ye's. Li Ye was strong in test-taking ability, while Wen Leyu's breadth of knowledge and accumulation of vocabulary truly surprised Li Ye.

It seemed that not only Teacher Ke had put a lot of effort into Wen Leyu's education over the years, but the girl was also a studious child.

But what Li Ye didn't know was that this little academic prodigy, Wen Leyu, would soon be completely impressed by him.

She took Li Ye's draft and manuscript and began to carefully proofread and copy it. But before she finished a page, she forgot her main task and became deeply engrossed in the novel's plot.

Zhang Mingyi fell to the ground, the gunshot wound and bloodstains on his back were shocking. However, Yu Zecheng didn't even look at him again. Instead, he quickly retreated to the dead corner to the right of the door, drew his gun, and aimed forward with a bent arm.

This gun-holding posture allowed for flexible changes in shooting angles and made it difficult for others to ambush and disarm him.

Wen Leyu had never read such novel descriptive techniques before. Just by reading the words on the paper, she imagined a vigilant spy making sharp firearm tactical movements when facing sudden danger.

In 1981, pirated Wuxia novels from Hong Kong were already available on the market.

But whether it was masters like Jin Yong, Gu Long, and Liang Yusheng, or more ordinary novel authors, their writing styles were vastly different from the high-quality online novels of forty years later.

Jin Yong, Gu Long, and Liang Yusheng's literary foundation was undeniable; their classic masterpieces could leave readers with endless aftertastes.

High-quality online novels might lack such profound depth, but they excelled in novel plots and wildly imaginative ideas.

High-quality online novels might be looked down upon by traditional wuxia purists, but traditional wuxia would feel out of place on an online novel platform. (The wuxia channel on certain sites is truly desolate.)

Wen Leyu read rapidly, quickly finishing three pages of letter paper, then she returned to the beginning and read it all again.

After finishing a second time, she habitually nudged Li Ye with her elbow and asked excitedly, "Li Ye, have you ever fired a gun? How can you write about it so skillfully?"

"Well, I'm very skilled. Whenever a teacher I like releases a new episode, I definitely have to practice firing it skillfully."

"Ahem, my grandfather once killed dozens of enemies, so I heard some stories from him when I was little..."

Li Ye quickly made up an excuse, took a deep breath, and silently recited "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form" before he completely calmed down.

This body was too kind and honest, just a rookie, he couldn't even think about such things.

Wen Leyu was also a pure girl and didn't notice Li Ye's unusual reaction at all. She even moved closer again and asked Li Ye, "Will there be more scenes like this in the future?"

Li Ye replied, "Not necessarily, but there will definitely be similar scenes."

Since Li Ye was weakening some sensitive background information in this novel, he had to compensate in other areas.

Therefore, he decided to emphasize the tactics and reasoning in the special operations field. In later generations, spy thrillers were endless, and much of the common sense reasoning knowledge within them would be astonishing to people of this era.

For example, in the works of Chang Qing Teng, a prominent figure in spy novels, there was once a plot involving the capture of a Japanese spy.

King Ning had already determined the target was a woman and found out she had made a public phone call at a convenience store.

However, the owner of the general store could not describe the woman's appearance.

King Ning then used women's vanity to question the boss's wife at the general store.

Women observing women had a different perspective than men. Men looked at XXX, while women looked at external features like clothes, hairstyles, perfume, shoes, and so on.

As expected, the boss's wife provided accurate descriptions of the woman's clothing, makeup, and hairstyle, and even pointed out that the fabric of the woman's qipao was very expensive.

Thus, King Ning deduced the target's exact features and found the hidden spy among the VIP customers of a high-end clothing store.

Such a reasoning plot would elicit cheers from readers even forty years later, let alone in 1981.

Look at the spy films of this era; hiding a radio in an icebox would cause a sensation. So, with the detailed reasoning, foreshadowing, and cliffhangers of later generations, it would be strange if readers weren't captivated.

Wen Leyu was captivated by Li Ye. Unconsciously, she leaned closer to him.

Watching Li Ye write his novel word by word, the anxious girl wished she could open his head and read the subsequent plot to her heart's content.

But when Li Ye looked over and asked her something, Wen Leyu suddenly realized she hadn't finished her task yet.

"Did you finish copying? Let me see!"

"What? I, I'll copy it right away."

Thank you to book friend 20170806222249766 for the reward, and to book friend "Colorblind Person Running a Red Light" for the reward, and thank you to book friend "Pin Du Kou" for the reward. Thank you, brothers!