After the college entrance exam, he began to become a male god of extraction.

"A great writer, reading so intently?"

Xia Qingyun couldn't help but say.

"Tear mole, you said I'm a great writer, how can I not take it seriously? Who knows, maybe I really will make a name for myself!"

With the new characteristic of "textual affinity", Xu Qin's desire to make a name for himself became even stronger and he became more confident.

"come on!"

Xia Qingyun made a gesture of encouragement.

"Thank you for your support, I will definitely do my best!"

After saying that, Xu Qin continued reading his book.

Seeing that Xu Qin was engrossed in reading, Xia Qingyun felt embarrassed to disturb him and could only open her phone to browse.

Xu Qin was unaware that in order to test the "textual affinity" characteristic, he had unconsciously neglected Xia Qingyun.

Time quickly came to 3:30.

"Xu Qin".

"What's wrong?"

"It's getting late, I'll head back now."

"Then I'll take you there."

"It's okay, I can walk by myself."

"Alright then, but be careful with your beauty mark."

"Uh-huh."

Xia Qingyun looked at the other person's smiling face and couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness.

This blockhead! Just because I say I'll walk, does that mean I'll walk? Couldn't you at least offer to walk me home, even if it's just to the bottom of the stairs?

Xu Qin was unaware of Xia Qingyun's thoughts. He escorted Qingyun to the door, reminded her to be careful, and then returned to his room to continue reading.

In fact, Xu Qin has obsessive-compulsive disorder. He is currently reading the middle volume of "The Folding of Civilization" and estimates that he will finish it in about half an hour, so he really doesn't want to stop and wants to finish it in one go.

A dozen minutes later.

Xia Qingyun messaged: "Xu Qin, I'm on the subway."

However, it took Xu Qin another ten minutes or so to open his phone and see the message.

Xu Qin: "Received!"

Xia Qingyun: (chuckles)

My mom got home at 6:30 pm.

By this time, Xu Qin had finished reading the second volume of "The Folding of Civilization".

Under the influence of "literary affinity," Xu Qin felt that he had absorbed a lot of beneficial elements from the book for his writing, and his creative desire made him want to make a big splash.

"Qingyun is gone?"

"What? Qingyun is gone?"

"Stop pretending! I came back at two o'clock and saw Qingyun lying on your bed!" Mom rolled her eyes at her son.

"Ms. Lin, you've discovered that!"

"Be careful," Mom reminded me.

"What do you mean by 'be careful'?"

Xu Qin was clearly bewildered.

"Just don't get pregnant. At least not before you graduate from university. Otherwise, it won't be good for either her or you. It's not too late to get pregnant and have children after you're 25."

"Ms. Lin, isn't this misunderstanding a bit too big? It's even involving pregnancy."

Xu Qin was a little unsure how to answer.

"Mom was young once too, do you think I don't know anything?"

"Okay, I'll be careful."

Xu Qin didn't want to continue the conversation, so he could only vaguely say that his mother had indeed misunderstood.

"Why have you become so obsessed with reading lately? Especially science fiction?"

My mom asked another question.

"I plan to write science fiction novels. When I become a famous writer and make a fortune, I'll buy you a big house, a gold chain, cosmetics, jewelry, bags, clothes, and everything else you want. Aren't I filial enough?" Xu Qin grinned.

"That's incredibly filial!"

Mom couldn't hold back anymore and thought Xu Qin was joking with her, so she didn't take it to heart.

After all, Xu Qin had made her happy many times before; this guy was born to make women happy.

So sometimes, my mom unconsciously suspects that Xu Qin might turn into a scumbag.

Because their son already possesses the basic qualities of a scumbag: handsome, tall, good at making women happy, and good at making empty promises to women.

In the evening, after Xu Qin had eaten his fill...

He returned to his computer and found that his profile on the forum had been updated.

Now, his profile picture is framed with the logo of Jiyu University.

Because the Chiyu Forum was founded by students from Chiyu University, the student logo on the forum is the most special, shining gold and standing out from the crowd. It is also divided into undergraduate, master's and doctoral students.

Xu Qin has an undergraduate degree.

"It's time to write a new book!"

Xu Qin placed his hands on the keyboard, his brain starting to race.

He already had the outline of the story and knew how to write it.

So over the next two hours, Xu Qin wrote three different versions of the opening, and finally chose the one he was most satisfied with. After further revisions and polishing, he felt it was acceptable.

"With the characteristic of 'textual affinity,' even though it was only an afternoon and I had only read three books, my writing style has improved significantly. In addition, with my science fiction imagination, overall, I don't even get stuck in the text. My thoughts flow very smoothly."

"Am I really going to become a great writer?"

Xu Qin was a little excited, but soon he wondered if he had triggered a common problem among new authors: a mysterious overconfidence.

So Xu Qin sent this version of the opening to Xia Qingyun: "Tear mole, what do you think of my opening? Be honest, criticize if you have to, but be objective."

Ten minutes later.

Xia Qingyun: "Your writing skills are clearly better than before, your writing style is more concise, and your writing techniques seem to be more proficient? However, there are too few words, so we can't see much yet."

Xu Qin sent a message containing only a little over eight thousand words.

Xu Qin: "How is it compared to before?"

"That's much better! You've made great progress!" Xia Qingyun said.

Xu Qin: "What are the drawbacks?"

"I'm not good enough. This opening doesn't seem to have any flaws to me, but I'll ask my dad for advice."

"Eh? That's so embarrassing!"

Could Xia Qingyun's father, a man in such a high position, possibly appreciate science fiction novels?

Xu Qin instinctively applied science fiction to the game, especially since he was just a newcomer. Didn't the older generation think that games were no different from spiritual drugs?

"It's okay, I'll have my dad take a look. You wait a moment."

Old Xia quickly saw Xu Qin's opening scene.

His daughter made him watch it, so Xia Jingxing had no choice but to watch it; he was a doting father to his daughter.

A dozen minutes later.

Xia Qingyun asked hopefully and eagerly, "Dad, what do you think of Xu Qin's writing?"

Old Xia pondered for a moment and said, "Compared to his previous works, his writing skills, conciseness, and technique are all significantly better. His writing style is quite good, but it still needs improvement. However, his future is promising. Overall, he has made great progress. As for the story, it is too short to give a proper evaluation."

Finally, he added, "It would be even better if some sentiments about family, country, and the world could be added later. Don't be too petty. Third-rate works are judged by their plot, second-rate works by their characters, and first-rate works by their depth. For example, regarding the characters, I think the characters he wrote here are still rather flat. But as I said before, there are too few words to give a proper evaluation."

Old Xia has a scholarly air about him. He loves Du Fu's poems the most and has a deep sense of national and global responsibility, so he values ​​this kind of spirit.

"Okay, I'll talk to him about it later!"

Xia Qingyun was quite excited.

Old Xia asked, "Does he really want to become a writer?"

"He's a great writer!" Xia Qingyun emphasized.

"And he got into Chizhou University's statistics program!"

"Yes, I know that."

Old Xia nodded. In fact, not long ago, he had disliked Xu Qin. Even though they had never met, Old Xia had instinctively categorized Xu Qin as a blond-haired guy.

What is your family's social standing?

Old Xia is now the head of their district's top 100 branch office, so his daughter can certainly be considered a precious heiress.

Not to mention that he might be able to continue to advance in the future, after all, he is only forty-three years old, which is the prime of his life in officialdom.

He definitely wouldn't agree if his son-in-law didn't have something to offer.

You can be bad, but you can't be too bad.

It wasn't until recently, when he heard that Xu Qin scored 676 points, that Lao Xia finally felt much better.