Dad, Please Try a Little Harder Chapter 28

  Chapter 28 How about you help me think of a new book introduction?

  Guangming Town Middle School, basketball court.

  Qian Wenlin was sweating profusely and was playing with his colleagues, preparing 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 facing defense, he basically dare not dribble.

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

  It was 5:30 in the afternoon, and everyone went home for dinner.

  After all his colleagues left, Qian Wenlin practiced the three-pointer for 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. He was humble, dedicated, and had an impressive corner three-pointer.

  Qian Wenlin is imitating him now, the so-called 3D player (3Defense, three-point shooting and defense).

  After practicing the three-pointer, Qian Wenlin went home with the ball in his arms.

  Recently, he has been practicing boxing and playing ball again, and his exercise has been full of strength, which has brought back 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. Just after opening WeChat, he saw a new email alert. Click on it. 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 more than 5,000 yuan in manuscript fees. After the start of school, he invited the teachers of the entire language group to have a meal, and shared the submission method with everyone:

   "Everyone is teaching Chinese, and you can submit a manuscript by writing whatever you want. This kind of free extra money is not profitable." After drinking for three rounds, the colleague made a joke that silenced everyone present.

  If he didn't pay for the meal, he would be easily beaten at the wine table just for his words.

  Qian Wenlin said to himself: "I'm going to fight you right now, I don't believe I can't pass it."

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

  Before, I always rejected urban themes because I was worried that writing this kind of themes would involve some sexual content, such as cheating, one-night stands, female colleagues, first love, etc., and being misunderstood by my wife.

  For example, if he wants to write about a male lead who is middle-aged, confused about marriage, and impulsive towards other women, then his wife may have to ask, is it the male lead who is confused and impulsive, or you Qian Wenlin? Is the model of that woman Zhang Meili or Li Aihua?

   Or go a step further, wouldn't it be more embarrassing if the wife simply sent his article to his son for appreciation and analysis.

   That kind of embarrassment, or reciting his WeChat signature or QQ talk series in person, which is more embarrassing, it's really hard to say.

  So, before starting to write, he has to prepare a case with his wife and lay a foundation—

  This story is purely fictitious, and the characters involved in the novel are all made up randomly. I completely stood in the third perspective during the creation process, and did not substitute the male protagonist for a second.

  And, considering some adult elements that are inevitably involved in the work, I have to hide it from my son for the time being.

   While Qian Wenlin was pondering his words, thinking about how to go home and communicate with his wife about his literary creation, and how not to affect his adolescent son, his son Qian Quan received his first confession from the university.

  A girl made an affectionate confession to Qian Quan anonymously on the confession wall of Shanghai Normal University:

  "Hi Qiangqiang, I have been struggling for a long time, so I should come here to confess, otherwise I will really be unable to eat or sleep. If you can post it, please repeat the code.

   "The boy I want to confess to is Qian Quan from the freshman class of the History Department!! He should already be a man of the hour in our school. I feel that if I don't muster up the courage to confess my feelings now, I will never dare in the future.

"The first time I saw him was the first day of freshman registration. At that time, he was asking for directions, wearing a white T-shirt and light blue jeans. I saw him from a distance, and suddenly the whole person was dumbfounded, as if his brain had suddenly shut down. It's the same, I don't know if it's love at first sight or love at first sight, anyway, I fell in love with him the first time I saw him!

"He didn't appear in my sight, but broke into my eyes and occupied my mind instantly. How can I describe that feeling? It's like a person who sleeps very, very well without dreaming at all. In the early morning of the weekend when you sleep until you wake up naturally, a ray of sunshine happens to fill your body through the window.

"I didn't dare to follow him at the time, but I couldn't help but inquired about his name, class and dormitory. Then I frequented the routes he might have passed, hoping to create chance encounters. I saw him in the cafeteria. I was in the school. I've seen him at the door, I've seen him on the basketball court... But, he doesn't even know that there is a girl like me!

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

   "Thanks Wall Wall..."

  This confession was finally posted on the confession wall, and because this confession was led by comments to Qian Mou in "What's the Fear of Qian Mou", it aroused another round of attention on the Internet.

  Netizens left messages expressing: If the young lady has a crush on Qian Quan, that's normal, what girl wouldn't want to have such a funny guy with such good looks?

   Some netizens also said: Even if all the girls in Shanghai 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 deliberately forwarded the link to the small group in their dormitory, and Aite gave Qian Quan.

  Qian Quan replied with four words: "He De He Neng..."

Guo Hongyi: "I don't know which girl it is. If she is good-looking, she can consider me as the second best thing. Although I am not as good-looking as Lao Qian, I... play basketball better than him... a little bit." ?”

   In the next two days, some students in Qian Quan's class were also discussing this matter, although he himself tried his best to deal with it coldly.

  The most outrageous thing is that Zhou Xiaoxiao, the literary committee member of their class and the class flower selected by Guo Hongyi privately, sent him a message, explaining that the girl who confessed was not her, but a rumor made by someone else, please don't misunderstand Qian Quan.

  The problem is that Qian Quan never misunderstood at all, so he quickly replied: "No, don't worry, I won't misunderstand, I still have self-knowledge, and you don't care about those rumors."

   It's been an uneventful and restless week like this.

  Finally, it was Saturday again, and Qian Quan went to Fudan to look for Ding Linlang as agreed.

  Her old book is in the final stage recently, and the new book has also opened a pre-collection. The title of the book is "Que Xian". According to her own introduction, it will be an old saying of a fairy.

   These are what Qian Quan learned from her readers and her writer's testimonials.

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

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

   "It's only been two weeks since school started, and you've already become famous twice, do you really want to debut?" Ding Linlang unexpectedly also saw the news on the confession wall.

   "It's nothing to do with me, I'm passive, so you haven't received the love letter yet?" Qian Quanfan teased, and suddenly realized something, "Hey, your hair seems to be growing a bit."

  Ding Linlang's current hairstyle is a one-size-fits-all hairstyle with eight-character bangs, which adds a bit of femininity and less neutral coolness.

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

   "It's pretty good too," Qian Quan commented, "Speaking of which, when will you finish the book, do you have any clues about the new book?"

   "The book will be finished in about two weeks. The title and opening chapter of the new book have been thought out, but the introduction is stuck, and there is a lack of emotional copywriting."

   Speaking of this, Ding Linlang looked at Qian Quan, "How about you help me think of a new book introduction?"

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

  The two chatted while walking, walked to the basketball court in a very tacit understanding, and sat down on the steps beside the court.

  Ding Linlang briefly introduced her new book ideas.

   To put it simply, the heroine has worshiped in a sect of cultivating immortals similar to Shushan since she was a child. She has a childhood sweetheart, a junior, and the two learn art together, practice Taoism together, and go down the mountain to practice together...

  Afterwards, their head master was seriously injured and fell while fighting with the demon king of the demon world, and the new head master was taken over by their senior brother with the highest talent and strength.

  Then they practiced and fought against the demon king. Yu privately wanted to avenge the teacher, and Yugong wanted to protect the common people in the world.

   During the process of cultivation, the heroine's previously awakened golden finger began to play a role, and she entered the realm very quickly. In the process of going down the mountain with her younger brother to practice, she met the son of the emperor who had experienced the mortal world.

Afterwards, under the pull and advancement of various plot lines, the senior brother in charge fell in love with the heroine, the son of the emperor of heaven fell in love with the heroine, and the demon king also had strange emotions in the face of the heroine's challenges again and again, that is "You managed to get my attention."

  Of course, the heroine's childhood sweetheart's junior has always been secretly in love with and silently guarding the heroine.

  When hearing this, Qian Quan immediately interrupted, hesitatingly said: "Your setting..."

Ding Linlang hurriedly explained: "I, I didn't apply some common settings of male characters in female news, but my main line is the opposite. Overwhelmed."

   "He chose his childhood sweetheart's junior?"

Ding Linlang said: "Don't worry about this, I need you to help me think about it. After the heroine defeated the demon king with the help of the senior and senior brothers in the sect, she decisively chose to refuse when faced with the entanglement of the son of the emperor of heaven. She is also dissatisfied with the fact that the gods in the sky come down to earth at every turn, and thinks that those gods who have gone down to earth are just disturbing the order of the world without any worries, so she decided to break the bridge connecting the sky and the world."

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

"Almost, this is the main line of my book, but I lack a copywriting, that is, when the heroine breaks the bridge, she has to say a word 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 the title of her book "Quexian", which is very relevant.

   "It doesn't matter if you are hot-blooded in the second grade?" Qian Quan asked.

   "It's okay, I just need a little more blood."

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

   Sorry, I am too busy at work on Monday, so I must reduce my free rest time this week and write more! If you forgot to vote, you can vote for me to encourage! grateful!

  (end of this chapter)

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