The King of Soft Rice in Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 4: Xu Ershazi just wants to play badly
"Where have you been? There were two beautiful girls here just now, introducing Beihai Park to us." The old man started scolding Xu Jiuyang as soon as he saw him.

If it were him before his rebirth, he would just nod timidly, but now...

"Where is it? Where is it?" Xu Jiuyang immediately looked around, as if to say, "I want to see a beautiful young lady."

Then I really saw two girls in simple clothes talking in low voices in front of me on the left. Although I couldn't see their faces clearly because their heads were close together, the one closer to me had fair skin and black hair. I could tell at a glance that she was a beautiful little beauty.

Dad slapped him on the head and said, "What are you looking at? I told you to buy a map and guide us, but you couldn't even find anyone. Those two girls may be from the Aviation College, but they're very articulate and explained several scenic spots in detail."

Xu Jiuyang, who was worried about running out of topics to talk about, didn't care whether his father said "Aviation Compound" or "Aviation College" after hearing this. He immediately said loudly, "That's different. He is a native of Beijing. Maybe he often came here to play when he was a child. He must be very familiar with it."

Then he changed the subject: "But there are some things I can do that they can't."

"Really? What can you do?" Dad became interested.

"Writing science fiction novels," Xu Jiuyang said, pretending to puff out his chest and raise his head. "Common sense says that people from the Academy of Aeronautics should be familiar with cutting-edge technology, so they should be good at writing science fiction novels. But from the tone of my father, they probably don't know how to do this. So as long as I write a science fiction novel and publish it, it means I'm better than them!"

After saying that, he glanced over there. The two girls seemed to be attracted by his words and turned their heads towards him.

"You're still writing science fiction? Right, Yangwazi?" Dad immediately burst out laughing. "Where are you planning to publish your science fiction?"

Xu Jiuyang curled his lips secretly. Even though he was reborn, it was difficult for him to tell whether his father's tone was encouragement, ridicule or teasing.

"You can submit your work to Science Fiction World. I just borrowed it from someone and took a look. It has a campus science fiction column. Judging from the quality of the articles there, I think I can write too." He kept his chest and head held high. He couldn't lose his momentum at this moment.

"Okay, okay, let Jiuyang try." Dad's friend echoed.

"Okay, okay, okay. As long as it doesn't interfere with your homework, you can write whatever you want. I'll see what you can write then." Dad didn't refuse because it tickled him.

My father has always prided himself on being a cultured person. He is self-righteous and also likes to write poetry and lyrics. However, due to his busy career and the social environment, he has never published any of them.

As for how good the level is... well, there are doggerel like "I was born to be useful, I'm a new dishwasher in the cafeteria", and there are also "The fire of Yao has made my eyes bright, the iron bars have made my heart red. When the morning sun dyes the beautiful mountains and rivers, I will sing in the wind", which looks okay like "Man Jiang Hong". Anyway, I can't evaluate it myself.

Therefore, if Xu Jiuyang wants to make money and gain a little say in the family before he turns 18, it is best to start from here.

Although science fiction is not as high-end as poetry and is at the bottom of the contempt chain, it can also be considered a literary work.

The plan goes through!
So, what kind of science fiction theme should I copy? Even after everyone went to Fangshan for lunch, Xu Jiuyang still couldn't find it in his memory.

"Are you really planning to write a science fiction novel?" his mother asked in surprise as she picked up some food for him.

"Dad said I can write, so of course I have to give it a try." Xu Jiuyang said, squinting his eyes at his mother, "Let me make it clear first, royalties are royalties, and New Year's money is New Year's money, they can't be mixed up." "You little brat," his mother nodded his head immediately, "What else do I need from you for your royalties? Get them first!"

"How difficult can science fiction on campus be?" Xu Jiuyang was very disdainful.

Actually, it’s not that he can’t find a suitable one, but that there are too many suitable ones and he doesn’t want to waste them.

The campus science fiction section of "Science Fiction World" is specifically for submissions from school students, focusing on creativity rather than literary style - science fiction works have low requirements for literary style, and campus science fiction naturally has even lower requirements, making it a great village for novices.

What can I say about Xu Jiuyang's writing style? When he was an actor, he also learned to write character biographies like others. Sometimes he wrote 30,000 or 40,000 words, which was quite good. If he didn't find it too tiring, he might have become an online writer.

However, a piece of campus science fiction is at most three or four thousand words, and which of the science fiction ideas he remembered could be completed in three or four thousand words?
"Am I a perfectionist, or is this considered obsessive-compulsive?" Xu Jiuyang couldn't help but mutter when he came out of Fangshan.

The main reason why he went through so much trouble was to avoid trouble in the future. He, who just wanted to lie down and let things go, planned to make a clear and understandable path for his growth in writing that would not arouse any suspicion.

So, I will start with campus science fiction, then write short stories, then novellas. If possible, I can win a Galaxy Award and compile them into a book.

As for what it's useful for... well, as mentioned above, it has a bit of an obsessive-compulsive quality, but the main reason is that he really has nothing else to do.

Putting aside the pressure of the feudal patriarch, although Xu Jiuyang's luck in his previous life was not very good, he did not suffer any major losses. His parents were still alive, he had two small moneys and the Tongtian Pattern that most people envied.

Moreover, he relied on his good looks to hook up with many young girls in the circle. Mo Shenpo lived with him for half a year, and Chen Shuting rubbed his underwear.

Jiaojiao was even more so. When they met, she was coaxed into playing a friendly match by him. She was disappointed for a long time when she heard that he didn't get the role in "Go Princess Go".

In other words, he has regrets but not many. If there is a carrot dangling in front of him after his rebirth, he wouldn't mind working hard to reach the top, but if there is no carrot... then he might as well give up.

Back to the topic, even though he couldn't find it for a while, Xu Jiuyang was in a good mood. In 95, Fangshan had not yet been nominated for World Heritage, so it was at least a bit good, not as bad as it would be more than ten years later. What's more, those exquisite snacks were really good.

Even if internet celebrities visit our restaurant in the future and try the food at Fangshan, they will still have to praise the dim sum.

Delicious food has always been a good thing to soothe emotions. After having a feast, someone continued to look for a suitable topic in his mind. However, just as he stood still, he heard a sound of "ouch" from the other side, as if the child on his side had bumped into someone. Then he saw a beautiful young woman running towards him in a hurry from a distance.

She was really beautiful, although her outfit was simple, just a pink sweater, a white skirt, and a pair of beige low-heeled shoes, but with her big black waves and white and delicate goose neck, she looked very fashionable in today's words!

For some reason, Xu Jiuyang felt that he looked familiar. Then he thought of the little girl who looked like Fan Qiaoqiao and whom he had teased before. He wondered if he was thinking too much about science fiction and everyone looked like a clone... Wait!
The corners of his mouth slowly cracked, and in the end he was laughing like a fool. Isn't this the theme of campus science fiction?

Then he received a slap on the head.

(End of this chapter)