[Martial Arts] Infinite Chamber Game

Hua Manlou picked up the pen and put it down several times, his handsome face switching back and forth between wanting to laugh and being conflicted. He persisted in writing three or five lines, then crossed them out one by one, and finally put the pen down.

"How about, how about writing him as a girl?" Hua Manlou pinched his sleeves, a pitiful look in his empty eyes: "He and I are very good friends, and he is also very generous and magnanimous, and very loyal to his friends. I really... really can't bring myself to write about him like this..."

I have to admit that Li Mochou's idea was indeed a good one. She made full use of everyone's strengths. For example, she was good at creating a story development direction that suits the taste of the game, while Lei Chun was good at grasping the rhythm of the story and knew where to describe in detail and where to say it briefly. Hua Manlou had the best writing style. Every scene and object, everyone's appearance, expression and behavior were described just right in his writing, making people feel as if they had really seen the scene, as if there was really such a person around them.

But this idea is really bad.

This leaves more than ten pages for more vivid and interesting content.

Seeing that Hua Manlou was in such a difficult situation and could not utter a few words in an hour, Li Mochou had to give up this wonderful idea and reluctantly let Lu Xiaofeng change from a man who challenged secular ethics to an ordinary and stunningly beautiful woman.

This made the writing a little smoother.

The first time took two days to complete. Although there were some minor disputes in the middle, it was a good start. By the second and third times, everything was extremely smooth, and the three of us cooperated more and more tacitly.

Every morning, the three of them got up on time and washed up. They discussed the plot while having breakfast. After breakfast, Lei Chun first drafted an outline and finalized the details, such as where to make the turning point, where to set the foreshadowing, and which sentence paved the way for the later text. Then Hua Manlou was responsible for filling in and expanding the text, which naturally involved some markings and scribbles. Finally, Li Mochou read it again, deleted or reduced it, and copied it from beginning to end. A day was almost over.

The food and daily necessities in the room will always appear automatically when they should, of course there are exceptions.

The story has reached the middle stage. Li Mochou and Lei Chun have a serious disagreement over the direction of a plot. Both of them have tried to convince the other. When they found that their words were already pale, Li Mochou's slap almost hit Lei Chun's face. Lei Chun does not know martial arts, but he is not stupid. He hides behind Hua Manlou, but he is also busy with his mouth, trying his best to add fuel to the fire.

When had Li Mochou ever been treated like this? The Red Snake Fairy wasn't called that for nothing. She gritted her teeth and felt a hint of coldness on her fingertips. The Ice Soul Divine Needle shot straight to Hua Manlou's heart in an instant.

——It was caught by Liu Yun’s flying sleeves and fell to the ground with a tinkling sound.

"Okay, you are good!" Li Mochou sneered.

The subtle emotional tacit understanding that had developed among the three people after several days of cooperation and communication collapsed in an instant.

The table where they had worked together was kicked over, and the inkstone was pressed against the ceiling. The ink evenly coated the floor, and draft papers flew all over the sky like snowflakes. Even the system was not spared, as it somehow got soaked in water. The screen flashed a few times and then went completely black.

After that, for three whole days, there was no food in the room and even the tap water stopped running.

The three talented writers were dumbfounded.

People only have many worries and unnecessary disputes when they are full. When they are so hungry that they feel dizzy, even saying one more word is a waste of saliva, not to mention doing stupid things like putting ink on their teammates' heads.

On the fourth day, Lei Chun was silently organizing the manuscript, Hua Manlou was silently tidying up the house, and Li Mochou held her chin with one hand and wrote furiously with the other, writing more than two thousand words. She finally made it to the evening, and there was water in the pipes at last. After a while, the kitchen was filled with the aroma of porridge and side dishes.

Conflicts can be eased, ideas can be realigned, a messy house can be cleaned up, and a torn-to-shred document can be rewritten, but the time that has passed can never be recovered.

There were only ten days left before the deadline, and after counting the numbers, they found that they were still more than 200,000 yuan short. What was worse was that the three of them racked their brains but could not think of anything else to write.

In those 400,000 words, Miss Lu Xiaofeng slept with Ye Gucheng, Su Mengzhen, Ximen Chuxue, and Bai Choufei one after another. This was planned. Unplanned, she also seduced several people from the underworld and several high-ranking officials of the court...

Ximen Chuxue was betrayed by his wife, brother, and lover, and was stabbed more than twenty times by various evil villains. He was saved from the brink of life and death by various heroes more than ten times, and was seriously injured and dying six or seven times... As for Su Mengzhen, every woman in the story has had an emotional entanglement with him, and every man has snatched a woman from him.

Of course, the article is also interspersed with some conspiracies and tactics, some gods, ghosts, and supernatural legends. The protagonists who could lose their memory all lost their memory once, and those who could fall off the cliff also fell off the cliff...

What else can I write?

"How about letting Lu Xiaofeng get pregnant again?" Lei Chun suggested: "According to the current situation, I'm afraid she doesn't know whose child this is. This will cause trouble again."

"I don't think it's appropriate." Hua Manlou said, "Although she made a mistake temporarily, she is still a kind woman. She has experienced so many tragic things and has just started to live a peaceful life. Don't torment her."

"That's not what you said when you arranged for her to have a miscarriage after being kicked in the stomach by Ximen Chuxue." Li Mochou snorted, "But I also think it's inappropriate. This plot has been written twice, and it will never end if it is brought up again."

As she spoke, she flipped through the manuscript she had written before, muttering, "Have the buttons of the ten villains in the front been completed? I remember there was one last person?"

Lei Chun went to the kitchen to get some tea and snacks to share. He put a piece on a plate for himself and stood in front of the large French window, watching the tides rise and fall. He said calmly, "Don't look for it. He's dead. He was exposed in the thirty-sixth chapter."

Li Mochou leaned back in the chair, pinching her temples with her hands: "When will this day end? I feel like vomiting when I see these names now!"

I just want to vomit now, and I guess I’ll want to jump into the sea after a while.

Once the pessimistic mood came out, it was like a flood, and no one could stop it. Li Mochou hesitated: "After finishing this article, will there be the next one, and the next one? And will we be trapped here and keep writing?"

"Maybe I've already died, and everything here is just a dream of mine..." Lei Chun suddenly said, "Maybe I'm dreaming, and you're all just people in my dream."

"Stand still, I'll slap you twice, and then you'll know if you're dreaming or not."

Hua Manlou immediately stood up from his seat, ready to break up the fight, but was pulled back by Li Mochou who was sitting next to him: "It's just a casual remark, why are you so nervous?"

"Hurry up and start working. Two hundred thousand words is actually not a lot. Just add some shopping, sleeping, bathing and eating in each chapter and you'll probably be able to get by."

Li Mochou's words startled Lei Chun. She quickly returned to the table and threw a plate of pastries out. She didn't care and said, "Write the ending. It's time for this story to end."

Hua Manlou said: "But the number of words..."

"Have you ever made osmanthus cake? I've seen vendors making cakes on the streets of Bianjing. If there's not enough glutinous rice flour, they'll add water!"

Lei Chun's hands were long and beautiful. Her crystal-clear and round nails pinched the 400,000-word manuscript. She smiled and said, "We put too much glutinous rice flour in our osmanthus cake at the beginning. Fortunately, it hasn't been sold yet. Now the flour is not enough, so let's just add some water."

……

A four-story villa is located under dozens of cherry trees in full bloom.

The villa is pink and white, exquisite and magnificent, like a princess's dream castle.

The decoration inside is naturally like a dream. A huge crystal chandelier hangs from the towering ceiling, and dozens of sparkling star lights and glass balls are hung on the ceiling. The rotating building goes straight up and down. The hall is bright and spacious, with two huge pink sofas placed in the middle. As long as you sit on them, you can see the cherry blossoms blooming outside the window and flying in the wind from any angle.

The sofa is covered with various cartoon dolls.

Shi Potian was sitting among the dolls. He was wearing headphones and there was a computer in front of him.

He was broadcasting live. He first greeted the people in the live broadcast room very politely and enthusiastically, and then played exciting music with ease.

He cleared his throat, and his big, innocent eyes, like those of a puppy, flashed with a different kind of excitement.

"Today I bring you "Drunk Alone", I hope you like it, thank you, thank you..."

Yuan Shisanxian sat far away, as if he was afraid of being recorded on the screen. But when Shi Potian shouted "The lovely girl plays the piano gently", this master who looked handsome and majestic but was actually an old man finally couldn't help it.

He walked forward, patted the boy who was performing hard on the shoulder, and said with a hint of anger in his voice: "Enough!"

Shi Potian turned his head, his pure eyes full of innocence: "What's wrong?"

Yuan Shisanxian pointed at the screen and said, "You've been singing so hard for so many days, but how many people are watching you?"

Shi Potian said: "Twenty-six, what's wrong?"

Yuan Shisanxian is simply disappointed with his friend!

He was originally a very conceited, proud person, even a little eccentric and extreme. He wanted to establish a career, but he wasted half his life. Now he was trapped in a place like this. It was already irritating enough that he had nowhere to display his abilities. And then look at the people who came with him?
Although this kid in front of me is not very old, his powerful internal strength can be said to be at the pinnacle! With such talent and martial arts, why doesn't he think about how to escape from the predicament and how to establish a career? He just smiles at the screen every day and shouts "I'm drunk alone"?
Yuan Shisanxian was furious at being locked up, but Shi Potian was not. He just smiled foolishly and said, "Although there are fewer people at the moment, I will try my best!"

"You work so hard!"

He looked around and asked, "Where's that boy named Ye? Why can't I see him?"

Shi Potian said: "I don't know, maybe he is still in the room? I haven't seen him since I arrived here."

Yuan Shisanxian snorted and slapped Shi Potian on the head: "Go and see if he hanged himself in any room!"

(End of this chapter)