How Can I Accept This?

The next morning, Wen Leyu arrived at the classroom with red eyes and handed Li Ye a batch of materials Teacher Ke had compiled overnight.

Li Ye carefully reviewed them, selecting a few less sensitive pieces to incorporate into his novel manuscript.

Seeing that Li Ye had only marked a few lines with his pen, Wen Leyu's expression immediately turned a little awkward.

Yesterday, she had overheard Li Ye and Teacher Ke's conversation and knew Li Ye was unwilling to accept overly sensitive content. Teacher Ke's "good intentions" might actually be a burden to Li Ye.

So, she habitually nudged Li Ye with her elbow and whispered, "If you think it's not useful, then forget it."

"Why forget it," Li Ye looked at Wen Leyu and said, "strangely," "This is very useful! The hardest part of writing a novel is striving for perfection.

It's like an exam; we've already scored ninety-five points, but those last five points are the most difficult. Teacher Ke is now helping us make up those last five points."

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Wen Leyu looked at Li Ye, her large eyes blinking like little stars, full of doubt. Finally, she settled down.

It seems Mom's help is still useful.

Compared to Wen Leyu's slow reaction, Li Ye's thoughts were very clear.

After Teacher Ke didn't refuse his "co-author" proposal, Li Ye figured out what Teacher Ke needed.

Or rather, Li Ye only had this one thing that Teacher Ke needed.

Teacher Ke and Wen Leyu were not locals. After arriving in Qinghe County several years ago, they had been in a terrible situation.

A few years ago, the large-scale phenomenon of returning to the cities began, and many people who had come down to experience hardship and pursue further studies escaped this predicament.

For example, Li Ye's father and grandfather.

But Li Ye's father and grandfather had already been working for a year or two, while Teacher Ke and Wen Leyu were still stuck in Qingshui County.

Therefore, their path back to the city must have encountered significant difficulties.

Every position is filled; if you want to go back, someone definitely doesn't want you to.

Li Ye paid special attention to Wen Leyu and Teacher Ke. They were definitely representatives of strong, self-respecting women. If they hadn't truly encountered difficulties, Teacher Ke would never have been able to swallow her pride and accept benefits from Li Ye, a child.

As for the usefulness of the title "bestselling novelist," Li Ye had a general understanding.

"Gifts" had already started to become popular these days, but there were many doors you couldn't open with cigarettes and alcohol.

But if you visited under the guise of "literary consultation," or indirectly sent your novel to a certain doorstep, stating, "Please advise if this is similar to your experience," perhaps a sliver of hope could be pried open.

For someone in Teacher Ke's situation, perhaps this sliver of hope was the key to resolving the matter.

That's why Teacher Ke, in her desperation, turned to Li Ye, agonizing over accepting benefits from him.

But they didn't know that Li Ye felt like he had hit the jackpot.

After all, he was from a later generation. While Teacher Ke was still lost in the fog, he knew the correct direction for development.

It was true that a fallen phoenix was not as good as a chicken, but even the most beautiful chicken was only superficially glorious.

A phoenix was a phoenix; it had the bloodline of a divine beast flowing in its veins. To benefit future generations, Li Ye had to "personally help" them.

Li Ye's pen flew across the paper, and Wen Leyu watched intently as the final part of the novel manuscript was rapidly completed.

Just before the end of class, Wen Leyu suddenly asked Li Ye, "Can you teach me how to write novels?"

Li Ye was startled and asked, "You want to write novels?"

Wen Leyu nodded and said, "I want to learn, to learn your writing techniques. Can you teach me?"

Li Ye frowned and said very seriously, "Classmate Wen Leyu, your main task now is the college entrance examination. Writing novels takes up too much time and energy..."

Wen Leyu looked at Li Ye without speaking, but her burning gaze clearly refuted him: "You're telling me this? Then what are you, you scoundrel, doing right now? Aren't you writing a novel?"

Li Ye rubbed his forehead, recalling how he used to deal with difficult children in his past life.

Popsicles can't be eaten; they'll give you diarrhea.

"Are you eating hot cakes? Chocolate flavored?"

Those little pictures can't be watched; they'll affect your kidney deficiency.

"Does your back hurt? I saw you bought Liuwei Dihuang Wan."

Arguing with children required ten-star difficulty skills.

Li Ye really wanted to tell Wen Leyu directly that writing novels requires either talent or accumulation; a few secret tips and tricks wouldn't suffice.

But after thinking it over, none of that mattered, because Wen Leyu was not an ordinary child.

At her young age, she had already experienced hardships. Teacher Ke's description of her as "timid" was actually incorrect.

Wen Leyu was actually quite opinionated. She appeared dull and indifferent on the outside, but her mind was extremely agile, and her inner will was stubborn and firm.

She seemed like a weak kitten, but in reality, she was vigilant and agile, hiding sharp claws beneath her soft paws.

In the end, Li Ye could only advise, "The college entrance examination will become more difficult year by year. If you can't get into a good school this year, there will be even less hope next year."

Wen Leyu quietly looked at Li Ye for a few seconds, bit her lip, wrote something on a piece of paper, and pushed it over.

"I want to stay with my mother. If Mom is still in Qingshui County, I'm not going anywhere. If Mom gets a job, I can enroll in college anytime."

Only then did Li Ye suddenly understand why Wen Leyu, despite having such a good academic foundation, hadn't gotten into college last year.

"Alright then! You start by learning to write outlines, create character profiles, define the story's background, the identities and personalities of the main and supporting characters, as well as their future development paths and plot highlights."

Li Ye pulled over a blank sheet of paper and, as he spoke, listed the material requirements on it. In a short while, several sheets of paper were densely filled.

"Once the material is prepared, I'll be the main writer, and you or your mother will proofread. We'll collaborate to write a novel, and once it's finished, you'll have pretty much learned how."

Wen Leyu was completely bewildered.

She didn't understand, not at all.

She thought her Chinese language skills were decent, not much worse than Li Ye's. If Li Ye taught her the secret, even if she couldn't surpass him, she figured she could at least learn seven or eight tenths of his skills.

But how could she know that writing a novel was entirely different from studying Chinese?

Being good at essays merely meant you had met the basic requirements for writing. The intricacies within could only be gradually understood through the actual process of writing.

Li Ye looked at the little circles in Wen Leyu's eyes and said with a hint of pride, "Actually, you could show this to Teacher Ke and have her explain it to you. It's quite easy to understand."

"..."

Wen Leyu glared at Li Ye, rolling her eyes for the first time.

Easy to understand?

Are you calling me stupid?

This was the first time the young girl had ever rolled her eyes at Li Ye, and the charming, petulant look instantly stirred Li Ye's heart.

Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. Amitabha, no, no, no. Nowadays, you need a license for everything!

A few days later, Wen Leyu finally gave Li Ye what he wanted.

The material, spanning over a dozen pages, was packed with substance.

Although the handwriting was Wen Leyu's, Li Ye knew at a glance that the content was beyond the capabilities of a young girl like her.

The story's background was a Kang Zhan team in the mountains decades ago.

The protagonist was a group of steadfast soldiers devoted to their country, described from the perspective of "certain soldiers" by Teacher Ke.

As for the main plot, Teacher Ke described it like this: [A group of dregs left over from the main combat units were hastily assembled into a fighting collective. Unloved by anyone, they were left to fend for themselves.

Until one day, a killer who defected became their leader. This killer had a complicated background; he had attended military school, dealt with bandits, and killed Japanese Soldiers.]

Li Ye pondered for a moment, guessing whether the person connected to Wen Leyu and Teacher Ke was one of "these dregs" or the killer.

If it was the former, it would be fine. But if it was the latter, it would be troublesome!

Li Ye spent half an hour carefully sorting through the writing material and then listed many questions on a piece of paper, which he handed to Wen Leyu.

"If you want to make it shine, these details need to be clarified. See if you can provide more in-depth content?"

Wen Leyu couldn't provide any content herself. She could only take it back to her mother and have Teacher Ke analyze and answer the questions.

After receiving Li Ye's questions, Teacher Ke thought for a long time before adding information point by point.

When Wen Leyu handed it back to Li Ye, he asked more questions. After going back and forth two or three times, Li Ye's thoughts finally became completely clear.

It turned out to be such a coincidence because the story Teacher Ke needed to write highly overlapped with an unfinished divine book Li Ye had read in his previous life.

Ah, I originally wanted to work hard, but... how can I accept this?

Thanks to the book friend "Deep Mountain" for the reward, thank you, brother!