"Ah?"
Novelist tilted his head and looked at him blankly.
"Is there any way you can copy the novel in my head?"
Liu Zheng asked.
If he were asked to type out a long book with several million words, he would definitely not have the time.
"Yes, there is, but that would be very harmful to you, senior."
Novelist hesitated.
"Will you die?"
"That's not true. It's just very painful."
Novelist shook his head.
"Then it doesn't matter, come on."
Liu Zheng spreads its tentacles.
"Ah, now? So many people are watching."
Novelist's cheeks are slightly red.
"Do it early, finish it early. Stop inking, come on."
he urged.
"Okay, okay. I'm coming in then, senior."
Novelist said.
"Hurry, hurry up."
"Senior, can you do me a favor?"
Novelist said hesitantly.
"What's the rush?"
"Help me get something from my clothes."
Novelist pointed at his big furisode.
"Ah? How to get it?"
Liu Zheng was stunned for a moment.
"Put your hand into my left chest and you can touch it."
Novelist said in a small voice.
"Is this appropriate?"
Now it was his turn to hesitate.
"Senior, you just asked me not to use ink marks. Why are you hesitant now?"
Novelist pouted.
"Okay."
Liu Zheng reluctantly stretched out his tentacles, pulled open her clothes, and extended them along the collar.
A warm feeling enveloped his tentacles, and soon, he touched something hard.
"Is this it?"
Liu Zheng asked.
"No, no, go a little higher."
Novelist's voice is as thin as a mosquito.
"Oh."
He adjusted his direction awkwardly and encountered something harder, which felt a bit like plastic.
"Is this it?"
he asked again.
"Well, take it out."
Novelist lowered his head and said.
Liu Zheng wrapped his tentacles around the thing and pulled it out along the collar.
When I pulled it out, it turned out to be a black keyboard.
"Here."
He handed the keyboard to Novelist.
"Hmm."
Novelist responded softly, then pulled out two keys from the keyboard.
"Ctrl" and "C".
"Senior, my buttons are very big, please bear with me."
she said softly.
"Come on."
Liu Zheng closed his eyes.
Novelist smiled slightly, and then hit the "Ctrl" key and "C" key on his forehead with lightning speed.
The black keys penetrated his skull like a phantom.
Liu Zheng felt as if two red-hot irons had been inserted into his head, and the pain was unbearable.
Compared with this kind of pain, the sting of the sword with the word "ren" is not unbearable.
"Senior, which book do you want me to copy?"
Novelist's voice rang in his ears.
""Dragon Clan"."
Liu Zheng endured the pain and said.
The reason why he chose this book was, firstly, because it had fewer words, he had read it more times, and he could remember the content more completely.
Secondly, because the setting and structure of this book are relatively simple and it mainly relies on characters and writing style, it is more suitable for Novelist, who has a background in short stories.
"Okay, senior."
The soldering iron wandered through Liu Zheng's mind, burning his back until he was sweating profusely before he finally found the target.
Novelist grabbed it from the air, and the "Ctrl" and "C" keys flew out of Liu Zheng's mind and fell into her hands.
She put the "Ctrl" and "C" keys back on the keyboard.
"Senior, please help me put it back."
Novelist said.
"Okay."
Liu Zheng put the keyboard back into her clothes.
This time he didn't have any extra thoughts and just ignored the pain.
"You should go back and read it first. But the fellow who wrote this book has a few points you should pay attention to."
He said while rubbing his temples.
"Senior, please tell me."
Novelist took out his phone and opened the memo.
"First, after reading it yourself, you may feel that the protagonist is too cowardly and too licky to the senior sister. But this is the essence of this book, and it is best not to change it."
"Second, if you don't want to limit Reader to females, don't write the protagonist and the supporting actors as CPs."
"Third, don't decide on the heroine too quickly, give her a little more push."
Liu Zheng said one by one.
"Okay, senior, I've written it down."
Novelist nodded seriously.
"But senior."
She looked up at Liu Zheng with a faint tone.
"Are you pulling on me too?"
"What?"
he asked doubtfully.
Novelist was just about to speak when the huge bell rang again and all the noise in the Colosseum was suppressed.
"The chat time is over, please go back to your seats."
Black Cat appeared in the center of the square again and said to everyone.
Although its voice was not loud, all the authors heard it clearly and then returned to their seats.
Novelist glanced at Liu Zheng resentfully, but in the end he didn't speak and just stood still.
"Now, I'm going to field the draw for this tournament."
Black Cat waved his paws, and the two messengers quickly walked out with a lottery box.
It put its paws into the box and groped for a while, then grabbed a ball of paper.
"The format of this competition is a three-hundred-word reversal competition."
Black Cat unfold the ball of paper and read out the content on it.
"Considering that there are some new friends participating in this dance, I will explain the content of the competition in detail."
It glanced in the direction of Liu Zheng.
"Write a short story within 300 words without punctuation. The more the plot is reversed, the higher the score."
"Of course, complete structure and beautiful writing are also included in the scoring range. The novel with the highest overall score in the end will be the champion of this competition."
"As for the judges of this competition, I will be the judge. Do you have any objections?"
Black Cat scanned the audience, and no one expressed any objection.
"Okay then, the competition time is half an hour. Please use your Quill Club to write your novel in front of you. In half an hour, I will start the review process."
As soon as it finished speaking, except for Platinum Quill, the other Quill Club automatically floated into the air.
The reactions of the authors present were different. Some directly picked up Quill Club and started writing, while others entered a state of conception.
And Novelist is the one who wrote directly after picking up Quill Club.
Because she is originally Grandmaster Author in the field of short stories, writing this kind of reversal story is as easy as eating and drinking.
It only took ten minutes for Novelist to write the entry for the competition.
But when she turned to look at Liu Zheng, she found that the latter had not moved a word.
"Senior, if you're not good at it, it's okay not to write."
Novelist thought he didn't know how to write, so he reminded him in a low voice.
This is a purely welfare link, and there is no penalty if you can't write it.
"That's not true. I just thought of a wonderful idea. Unfortunately, three hundred words are too short. I'm worried that I won't be able to write it down."
Liu Zheng said with a profound expression.
"Then why don't you tell me, maybe I can give you some immature suggestions."
Novelist said carefully.
"No need, I've already thought about it."
He shook his head, then held Quill Club with his tentacles, and started writing quickly.
Luminous words appear in the air one by one, like 3D projections in science fiction movies, or like jade slips in fantasy TV series.
Novelist looked at the words curiously, but what fell into his eyes was gibberish.
She looked back in despair.
Concern leads to confusion, and she has forgotten that the participating authors can only see their own works.
Half an hour ended quickly, and Liu Zheng also finished the work before the deadline.
"Time's up."
Black Cat moved its claws, and the luminous words gathered in front of it like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, while those Quill Club returned to the authors.
"Well, the quality of the entries this time is very high. It seems that I have picked a good theme."
Black Cat shook his head and said.
It only took a few minutes to read through thousands of entries, but when it came to choosing a winning entry, it had trouble choosing.
It took a full twenty minutes for it to finally make a decision.
Black Cat waved his claws fiercely, and all other luminous words disappeared, leaving only two works.
"The overall score of the two works is the same. This one is better because of the gorgeous writing and subtle logical traps, while this one is better because of the novel imagination, strong text impact, and great black humor."
"Considering the fairness of the competition, I display both articles for everyone to appreciate."
"The creator of the entry on the left is Miss Hishikibe. She has been working in the field of short stories for many years and has always been known for her beautiful writing and detailed descriptions. This work also reflects her writing characteristics very well."
Black Cat extended his paw a little while introducing.
The luminous words on the left immediately expanded rapidly, allowing all the authors present to see clearly.
Soon, there was a sound of applause or something else in the Colosseum.
Obviously, this piece of work has won unanimous praise.
"Hmph~"
Hishikibe looked at Novelist proudly, changing his aggrieved look just now.
"Have you finished reading it all? Then I'll put it away."
Black Cat stretched out his claws to grab it, and the expanded luminous text shrank back to its original size.
"The creator of the entry on the right is very interesting. He is not a member of the Writers Association, but the male companion of a member, and now works at Bloodstained Restaurant Delivery Department."
Hearing the name Bloodstained Restaurant, there was a commotion in the Colosseum.
As long as you are not at the level of Platinum Writer, you will still feel intimidated by the forced delivery of Bloodstained Restaurant.
"Please take a good look at the works of Mr. Deliveryman."
Black Cat followed suit, and the luminous text on the right also became huge and appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
"Midnight mass graves, the moonlight is like frost."
"A young man with scars all over his body knelt down in front of a lonely grave and muttered to himself."
"Mom and Dad, I have killed Seasand Gang who assassinated you, but my meridians were severed by the counterattack of Seasand Gang leader before he died, and I can no longer make any progress in my cultivation."
"But I learned from the Seasand Gang leader that the real mastermind behind this is Ye Liangchen, the city lord of Whitecloud Frontier City."
"Then Ye Liangchen is very powerful. Even if I practice for another ten years, I won't be able to match him, not to mention how difficult it is to practice now."
"But if I don't avenge you, wouldn't I be a son of man in vain?"
"Having said this, the young man stood up with determination and determination."