A healing writer? No, it's a depressing writer!

Chapter 147: The Innate Holy Body, no one can escape!
Do summer mornings always come extra early?

It was nine o'clock in the morning and the sky was just getting light.

Jiang Haida had his head covered with the quilt and was sleeping soundly. He felt that he had not slept for several hours, but the radar notification sound of the alarm on his Apple mobile phone kept ringing.

In a trance, Jiang Hai picked up his phone and took a look. The time displayed was [09:01].

"Just ten more minutes of sleep."

Jiang Hai felt a little dazed in a half-asleep state. He stayed up late writing until four in the morning last night and was still not fully refreshed. He was thinking about taking a rest.

Close your eyes.

Open your eyes again.

Jiang Hai turned over in bed and picked up his phone to check:
【10: 30】

At this moment, Jiang Hai was no longer sleepy.

"WTF?!?!"

Sometimes, Jiang Hai even wondered whether the morning time and himself were in the same dimension of time and space?
It felt like just a blink of an eye, and I turned over in no time.
An hour has passed in no time?
"What the hell!" Jiang Hai turned over and decisively jumped off the bed, then quickly put on his short-sleeved shirt and shorts, muttering as he did so, "Oh no, oh no."

As the end of the semester approaches, teachers of various subjects have started their final exams. Today is the day for the "Literary Theory and Criticism" group to report on stage. As the spokesperson for the group report, Jiang Hai unexpectedly said at such an important moment -

over slept?

If it were in the past, Jiang Hai would definitely be very nervous at this time. After all, this report on stage was quite critical, as it was related to his final grade in this subject.

But, think about it.
Since they are all late, what is the difference between being ten minutes late and being an hour and a half late?

Thinking of this, Jiang Hai was no longer panicked.

Put on your clothes slowly and calmly.

Jiang Hai was brushing his teeth while processing messages on his phone. Coincidentally, at this moment, Zhang Wenle, a member of the same group as Jiang Hai, sent him a message:
[What's going on? Where are you? ]

Jiang Hai was not in a hurry and replied to him concisely:

【almost there. 】

When you are in your twenties, it is the time when you pay the most attention to your image.

For young people who are in their prime youth——

I can go without food for three days, but I can't go without washing my hair for three days.

Jiang Hai washed his hair and blew it into a handsome style. He also sprayed some styling spray on his head while he had some free time.

I didn't pay attention to the time for a moment, and suddenly, another twenty minutes passed.

The phone prompts sounded one after another:

[What about people? 】

[I've been waiting for you for half an hour, why haven't I seen you yet? ]

Where have you been?

Jiang Hai admired his own vigorous and heroic appearance in front of the mirror, and immediately snapped his fingers:

"So damn handsome!"

Jiang Hai packed up his backpack, put on his shoes and started to rush out of the dormitory building. Before he was about to leave, he sent another message to Monkey Zhang Wenle:
[We are downstairs in the classroom! ]

"If I were a DJ, would you love me?" Jiang Hai hummed a folk song while slowly walking downstairs.

Unexpectedly, before he walked out of the dormitory building, he happened to run into Monkey Zhang Wenle who had just walked out of the dormitory downstairs?
Two surprised voices rang out simultaneously in the empty dormitory hall:

"Didn't you say you were in the classroom?"

"Didn't you say you were already at the classroom door?"

The two looked at each other, both with an expression of frankness that could not be expressed in words:
"How about we be friends?"

The two smiled at each other and expressed their sincerest greetings to each other:
"Fuck you."

There are people in this world who dare to send urging messages to their friends even though they are lying in bed and haven't woken up yet:
"I'm here, why haven't you arrived yet?"

Obviously, Jiang Hai and Zhang Wenle both belong to this category, the so-called Crouching Dragon meets the Phoenix.
Neither of them is at a disadvantage?
As for credits, just deduct them and that’s it. Who cares about these three or two points?

Jiang Hai was walking on the road when he sent a message to the editor-in-chief of Youth Foreword:
"Editor-in-Chief Mo, this is the 25,000-word manuscript of the opening chapter of my book, The Dragon Race. Please check it."

Serializing novels in literary magazines is a bit like updating online articles.

It doesn't require you to finish the entire novel at once, but rather to write it bit by bit in series.

To put it bluntly, "Preface to Youth" not only publishes your novels, Jiang Hai, it also contains many long works currently being serialized by other authors, as well as a considerable number of excellent short stories by powerful authors. All these contents are mixed together to form a complete version of "Preface to Youth".

"Youth Preface" will open a special column for "Dragon Clan", and each issue will reserve about three to six complete pages to reprint Jiang Hai's "Dragon Clan I: Dawn of Fire".

If we say that during the serialization period, the "Dragon Clan" column did not receive a good response from readers and could not continuously and coherently attract readers to continue reading.

Then "Youth Preface" will come forward in time and cut off this part of the column about "Dragon Clan"!

As for the series of operations that the magazine informed in advance——

Jiang Hai also expressed his understanding!
A magazine is not a charity, they also need to make money.

A commissioned article of 800 words is definitely a high minimum price in the entire industry.

Eight hundred yuan for a thousand words, and eight thousand yuan for ten thousand words.

Taking the 28,000 words Jiang Hai wrote last night as an example, the remuneration generated by these 25,000 words is -

That’s a full 20,000 yuan!

The relationship between the magazine and the commissioned author is a cooperative one.

You can’t attract traffic to others. In other words, you can’t bring benefits to others. Then naturally—

Others must be cutting the text!

As Jiang Hai walked on the road, he thought to himself:

"I don't know if the point I wrote yesterday was good or not."

For a column serial like this in a magazine, there is one particularly important thing for an author:

That’s the stuck point!
To describe it in a more understandable word, it is a fragment!
Only when the chapters are well-written can they attract readers' interest and make them unable to stop reading.
Then next time, they will buy the next issue of the magazine that serializes your story in order to follow your story!

The story in this issue of Jiang Hai is roughly about:
[Lu Mingfei, a young boy, is like most ordinary teenagers in the world. He is very stupid and dumb. His academic performance is at the bottom of his grade. He is a real marginal person in school. The only thing he is good at is playing the game "StarCraft" almost obsessively in his spare time.]

[As the college entrance examination approached, he received an invitation letter from abroad, which was an invitation from the mysterious and grand Kassel College. At the suggestion of his uncle and aunt, and in order to find out the whereabouts of his long-missing parents, Lu Mingfei plucked up the courage and went to the Kassel College interview site.]

【I thought that I had performed poorly, but who would have thought that Lu Mingfei unexpectedly passed the interview of Kassel College? This surprised everyone! Lu Mingfei likes the class beauty Chen Wenwen. Because of Chen Wenwen, he once wanted to give up the admission invitation of Kassel College. On the day of graduation, Lu Mingfei mustered up his courage and decided to confess to the class beauty Chen Wenwen at the graduation ceremony organized by the class.】【Although she knew Lu Mingfei's feelings for a long time, Chen Wenwen still took advantage of his kindness. Not only did she agree to the pursuit of Zhao Menghua, a rich second-generation classmate, on the day of the graduation ceremony, she even embarrassed Lu Mingfei in person. Just when Lu Mingfei was like a poor kid who had done something wrong and was at a loss at the confession scene, a senior sister Nuonuo from Kassel College, who drove a super cool Ferrari and wore a red dress like an angel, made a grand appearance.】

I have to say, this point is very well chosen.

It's stuck right at the point where the protagonist wants to show off, but hasn't started yet.

Can it not only attract readers to continue reading, but also arouse their expectations, making people eager to know the subsequent plot?
Inside the magazine "Youth Foreword".

Editor-in-Chief Mo sat in front of the computer screen, looking at the manuscript sent by Jiang Hai. He lit the pipe in his hand and immediately began to ponder:
"I thought Jiang Hai would not be used to the magazine's long serialization format?"

“Looking back now, it seems redundant.”

According to the information Jiang Hai has provided so far, he should not have been exposed to long-form writing in the form of serialization in journals before?
I originally thought that Jiang Hai still needed a professional editor from the magazine to help him review the manuscript and figure out the plot.

Who would have thought that this was actually an innate holy body?
This issue's manuscript doesn't need to be revised at all, can it be published directly?
"How did this guy become so proficient?"

There are two points that puzzle Editor-in-Chief Mo.

Firstly, why is Jiang Hai so skilled in fragmenting passages?
Judging from his control of the plot, he doesn't look like a newcomer at all. He can even be called a veteran in fragmentary writing?

Second, how come this guy is so fast?

He was just given the outline last night, and only one night has passed today, but he managed to churn out 20,000 or 30,000 words?

Super Boy can’t be that fast, right?

"Could it be that this guy has some saved manuscripts?"

Editor-in-Chief Mo didn't have time to think about it. He called over his colleagues from the magazine's editorial board:

"Inform the review department that in this issue of 'Youth Preface', the fantasy section will be shortened to include the space originally reserved for Mr. Zheng Yuanjie, leaving a portion for 'Dragon Tribe I: Dawn of Fire'."

"Shorten the space devoted to Professor Zheng Yuanjie?" This suggestion surprised colleagues. "Editor-in-Chief Mo, that's not appropriate. Professor Zheng Yuanjie is our chief editor."

Nowadays, almost one-third of the student readers who buy "Preface to Youth" come here because of the reputation of teacher Zheng Yuanjie.

In other words, the reason why everyone buys "Youth Preface" is -

Just to read Teacher Zheng Yuanjie’s story!
That is to say, under this premise, you want to reduce the space of Mr. Zheng Yuanjie's novel to publish a new author?

Isn't this a bit inappropriate?
"It's going to change eventually." Editor-in-Chief Mo took a puff of his pipe, the melancholy on his face becoming more and more obvious. "If we don't find a new editor-in-chief who can control the situation before Teacher Zheng finishes this long article, the subsequent sales of our journal will only get lower and lower."

"Not just "Dragon Clan", please publish all the manuscripts of the authors who have been approved by our editorial department recently and have passed the review."

"Remember, I'm talking about this issue, not the next one."

I didn't know that the serialization of "Dragon Clan" would progress so quickly.

in the school.

Jiang Hai walked slowly on the tree-lined avenue, accompanied by his fellow sufferer Zhang Wenle.

His mind was always empty, and he was just thinking about random things:
"The serialization of 'Dragon Clan' requires submission of manuscripts once a week, so for me, the time between submissions is relatively ample."

"So, during this period, we should focus on the opera "The Injustice of Dou E" as much as possible."

With the Cao Yu Drama Literature Award approaching, the deadline for submission of manuscripts has been officially announced in two weeks.

Therefore, during this period, Jiang Hai has to speed up the production of "The Injustice of Dou E".
He has only one goal:

Depression must be all-round and affect all age groups!

None of them can be missing!

Not even one can be missing!
Fortunately, during this period, Jiang Hai had already created the general framework and prototype of the drama "The Injustice of Dou E" in the hotel.

Now, all he needs to do is fill this big framework with content.

It is precisely based on this situation that Jiang Hai is confident that without anyone interfering with his creation, he can complete the manuscript of "The Injustice of Dou E" within two days.

"The old can't run away, the children can't be abandoned, no one can run away hehehehe."

Walking on the tree-lined avenue on campus.

Looking at Jiang Hai, who suddenly burst into a shrill laugh while walking, Zhang Wenle immediately revealed a classic expression just like Jacky Cheung:

"What are you laughing at? Did you eat shit?"

If we put aside his foul mouth, as a friend, Zhang Wenle is actually a pretty good choice?
After all, what is better than——

When I skipped classes to go to the Internet cafe, I was caught with someone else.

When I was late for an exam, I suddenly realized that someone was even later than me.

Is there anything happier coming?
To be honest, when Jiang Hai first found out that he had overslept, he was more or less panicked, but when he saw that Zhang Wenle had also overslept and did not go to the exam,
He suddenly stopped panicking?

"You're late for the final exam, how can you laugh?" Zhang Wenle looked at Jiang Hai with a look of confusion, "Are you a human being? You..."

Zhang Wenle was just about to complain about Jiang Hai's bad behavior.

Jiang Hai picked up a notebook and a pen and kept drawing on the notebook.

Zhang Wenle approached and found that Jiang Hai seemed to be practicing his signature, and the main signature was a cool, coherent and unclear one.
"Why did you write this?"

"I have nothing to do, so I practice signing."

Practicing signature?
What's the point of practicing this thing?

Zhang Wenle was very confused and wanted to ask Jiang Hai:
"Why don't you think about how to explain your absence to the teacher? You have nothing better to do than practice signing."

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, Zhang Wenle stared at Jiang Hai in disbelief:

"and many more!"

"So, your reader signing event is today, right?"

Jiang Hai glanced at the watch on his hand: "To be exact, it will be forty-five minutes later"

Everyone knew that the school had held a book signing event for Jiang Hai. Since it was an event held by the school for Jiang Hai, he could naturally have an absence note.
At this moment, as if he understood something, the horror on Zhang Wenle's face became more and more obvious:

"No wonder you kept dragging me along so slowly, so I was the only one who was late from the beginning to the end???"

After realizing this, without any hesitation, Zhang Wenle started running madly forward.

In the originally peaceful campus.

Suddenly, a heart-wrenching cry began to echo:

"Jiang Hai, you are such a beast!"

(End of this chapter)