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

Chapter 4 Let the storm come more violently

Chenghai Drama Academy is a first-class institution.

There are first-tier and second-tier majors in colleges and universities.

Although Chenghai Drama Academy is not a 985 or 211 key college, every year there are many college entrance examination candidates who want to apply for the drama academy.

Still countless.

As for the reason for this, it is quite simple. As one of the few famous art schools in China——

This is a holy place and paradise for art exam candidates.

Every year, countless playwrights, film and television stars graduate from Chenghai Drama Academy.

It is precisely because of its reputation as a not-985 but better-than-985 university that Chenghai Theatre Academy——

It has abundant teaching resources.
"The ups and downs of the poor for two thousand years."

Coming out of the dormitory and on the way to the library, Jiang Hai had been thinking about the chapter structure and storyline of the book in his mind.

This book roughly describes -

【A man named Gu Nan accidentally traveled to the Warring States Period and became a young girl who could live forever. At the beginning of his travel, he met Bai Qi, a famous general of the Qin State, and they became both teachers and friends. After Bai Qi's death, Gu Nan promised to see the "peaceful and prosperous times" on behalf of Bai Qi in order to repay him for his kindness.】

【After that, Gu Nan decided to fight for the Qin Dynasty. She learned Guigu swordsmanship, participated in the Battle of Changping, and witnessed the massacre of hundreds of thousands of people. As a woman, she led the Qin cavalry to compete with the six kingdoms for the world. Later, she witnessed the division of the world into three parts, the destruction of the mountains and rivers, and saw the holy age of Zhenguan, which confirmed the peerless beauty of the empress of all ages. She also wore fine clothes and rode a horse, with a feather fan and a scarf, served as a general, and worked as a teacher. From the Warring States Period to the modern times, she met and parted with countless historical celebrities. Under the curse of Changsheng, she gradually discovered that the so-called "prosperous and peaceful times" was just an illusion.】

At first glance, the title of this book does seem a bit low-brow.

But it does not affect the fact that this is a rare masterpiece.

Calling this book a historical text, the pinnacle of transformation texts, does not make any difference at all.

“This is a book that makes the author depressed.”

Jiang Hai closed his eyes, and the straightforward words in his mind kept replaying before his eyes like a picture.

In the long river of history——

Watching my relatives, friends, old acquaintances, and confidants,

One by one they were buried in the torrent of history.

In the endless passage of time——

Witness with your own eyes those powerful emperors, capable ministers, and elegant scholars.

One by one buried in the passage of time.

But I am powerless to change all this.
The feeling of despair, powerlessness and sadness suddenly surged into my heart.

“I can’t think about it anymore”

I didn't put too much into it, I just thought about it briefly -

The feeling of suffocation, sadness and depression came directly to my face.

This sad and negative emotion made Jiang Hai breathless.

"terrible"

It was only after receiving all the basic information about the book "Two Thousand Years of Poor Ghosts" that Jiang Hai realized——

Why is this system called the Depression System!
The entire book has not been reproduced, but just recalling a fragment of the book can make people feel so depressed!
If this book is completed seriously, this masterpiece, which is said to be the pinnacle of historical transformation literature, will reappear in this world.
How desperate that would make the readers feel!
The thought of readers hugging their books and crying makes me feel sad.

For some reason, Jiang Hai felt a little excited.

Jiang Hai suppressed his excitement, then unconsciously quickened his pace and rushed to the library.

While rushing, he kept muttering in a low voice:

"Let the storm come even harder."

In a university library, there are generally only two types of people:

One type is the one that occupies a seat.

The other type is the seat that has been occupied.

Although Chenghai Drama University is not a key university, the students' enthusiasm for learning is still very high. Even though it is lunch time at noon, the library is packed with people!
Go from the first floor to the second floor,
Jiang Hai didn't see any empty seats.

Some students are reading in their seats.

Some students study in their seats.

If you are not as agile as others, and others have arrived before you and occupied the seat -

If you are not as skilled as others, you can only accept it.

But you just throw a book, a bottle of water, and a pen cap on the table and occupy the seat directly, and occupy it for the whole morning.
Is the library owned by your family?
Are you fucking going to do that?
There was no one around and I saw that there was no one sitting there, only a bottle of water occupying the seat.

Jiang Hai threw the mineral water on the table into the trash can, then took out his notebook and placed it on the table. He sat down and started to write.

Jiang Hai's life principle, from beginning to end, is only one -

Put aside your personal qualities and enjoy a life of immorality.

You took the seat without reason.
I have no manners to begin with, and you still have no manners in front of me. In this case, I will let you feel what it means to have no manners.

He threw the water on the table without any hesitation.

Jiang Hai opened the typing software and began to prepare for writing.

After a while of brewing,

He subconsciously typed the following introduction to the book "Poor Ghost" into the creation column:
[She had experienced the Battle of Changping and witnessed the massacre of hundreds of thousands of people. She had led the Qin cavalry to compete with the six kingdoms for supremacy. She had seen the world divided into three parts and the mountains and rivers broken, and she had also heard the lingering music of the zither in Longzhong]

The literary industry in this world is extremely developed, and the rights of authors are very well protected.

For example, in the previous life,

A novel, although written by an author, strictly speaking the book does not belong to the author but to the website.

And such a thing would never happen in this world.

Any literary work, as long as the text is produced by the author himself——

All belong to the author himself.

And the author enjoys full copyright of the output work.

In this world, writers can become famous through two ways:

The first is to publish works on the Internet, sign a contract with a website, and serialize novels on the Internet to become a writer.

The second option is to follow the traditional literary path, sign a contract with a publishing house, and become a writer by selling physical books.

Although the final outcome of these two paths is the same——

In the end, they all become writers.

However, in terms of submission type, it is completely different.

To publish a novel on the Internet, you only need 20,000 words of text to submit to the novel website.

If you want to go the physical book route, you need to finish writing the entire book of hundreds of thousands of words before you can submit it to a publishing house.

Obviously, Jiang Hai's current situation is more suitable for the first one -

Sign a contract with the website in the form of online article!
After all, this depressing book "The Poor Man's Two Thousand Years" exchanged by the system, at the beginning of the previous life -

It is a serialized online article rather than a direct publication.

"In the bustling market, ordinary people in coarse linen clothes buy what they need with a few copper coins."

Just as Jiang Hai calmed down and concentrated on typing the beginning of his novel.

Suddenly, a girl with pretty features and a slim figure walked quietly beside the river and the sea.

Like frost.

She looked at the man in front of her with a cold face:

"You, take my seat."

(End of this chapter)