It Would Be Great If I Could Be a Copywriter

"Front page slot snatched! Vampires! Keep you updated, take off!"

After the turmoil was over, Ming You, who had time to spare, couldn't help but send a message to Su Chen.

Su Chen replied quickly: "Take off, Feifei, Feifei~"

Everyone is an old pilot.

After take off...

Mingyou: "By the way, vampire, you suddenly asked me a few days ago, do you know what the QQ editor of Leijian Library means? Could it be that you want to contribute light novels? Writing these two books is not enough now?"

"ah?"

A piece of news from Mingyou stunned him?

what?

When did I ask you this question?

Didn't we have been discussing the issue of listing the other day?

He felt very confused, with a black question mark on his face.

Could it be that I have coded too many words these days and started to forget?

No way?

He rubbed his handsome face in the mirror.

Immediately afterwards, he carefully looked through the chat records on the computer, and he did not find any topics about the Thunderbolt Library that Ming You said.

So, this bad old man is cheating on me again?

Mingyou: "What are you? You didn't ask me for my QQ number, and then I said I didn't know and you suddenly went offline, like a ghost."

Su Chen: "Impossible, why don't I have an impression? And I checked the chat records just now, and there is no record of what you said? You can't be amusing me, Ming Youda."

Mingyou: "???"

"What do you do for fun? I'm telling the truth. Don't tell me your account has been hijacked?"

Mingyou suddenly felt that things were getting scary, and then he opened the chat records, and sent the exact screenshots of the records he said to Su Chen.

Su Chen clicked on the picture and looked at it carefully.

"It's okay, I seem to know what's going on, it's not hacking, don't worry."

In just a moment, he understood what was going on.

This familiar punctuation mark, and the kaomoji at the end of the dialogue...

Well, no doubt, can't be wrong.

Standing up with a heavy face, he rushed to the room of his sister in the dead house next door.

"Su, Xiao, Xiao! Are you messing with my QQ again?"

"Uh, hey, I just flipped through it."

The attitude shown by the little girl makes the result self-evident.

"If you turn it over, it means you've moved?" Su Chen rolled his eyes, "By the way, what are you thinking about all day long? If you don't study the live broadcast well, will you secretly use my computer to harass the editor?"

"I didn't harass! Didn't I ask him about the QQ edited by Leijian Library?" Su Xiaoxiao couldn't help but retort.

"Why are you asking about QQ? You still want to harass the editor of Leijian Library?" Su Chen pouted.

Su Xiaoxiao puffed her face: "What harassment, I just want to write a novel and contribute..."

"What? What did you say?"

He suspected he had heard wrong.

Subconsciously, Su Chen didn't think about Su Xiaoxiao's writing novels at all.

So it was very shocking to hear the little girl say this herself.

It's like seeing a rooster laying eggs and a sow climbing a tree.

What a strange thing.

"I said, I want to write a novel too!"

Su Xiaoxiao raised her volume, and there was a little dissatisfaction on her round bun face.

Su Chen was so frightened that he quickly touched her forehead.

"You have a fever?"

"No."

"You didn't wake up?"

"Awake."

"Then... are you confused by playing games?"

"Get out! You're just playing games and getting confused!"

The little girl frowned.

"Dare to talk to your brother like that, it seems that there is nothing wrong with you."

Su Chen nodded.

"So you really want to write a novel?"

"yes."

"What's the reason?"

"I coded a twenty-chapter novel for you, and it was quite fun, so I wanted to be a writer myself."

"That's it?" Su Chen was taken aback.

"Yes, that's all."

"..."

Staring at Su Xiaoxiao's extremely serious face, after confirming that the other party was not joking, Su Chen rubbed her temples.

The amount of information is a bit large, and I suddenly want to write a novel or something. Wouldn't it be nice for you to be your dead house killer in the live broadcast room?

Just come to the writer's bowl of rice.

Should it be said that you are fearless if you are ignorant, or that you are a fool?

Wait...these two words seem to mean the same thing...

"So, you know the Thunderbolt library... Uh, forget it, can you write novels?"

Su Chen asked.

"The Leijian library only accepts light novels, do you know what are the selling points of light novels?"

"I know, isn't it something that those teenage boys and girls love to watch?" Su Xiaoxiao hit the nail on the head.

Well, the word "hit the nail on the head" doesn't seem to be appropriate, so please apologize to those boys and girls who love light novels!

In fact, since he came to this world, Su Chen didn't know much about the light novel culture here. He only knew that it was the works he was familiar with on the earth, and there were none here.

As for the specific excavated styles, themes, etc., he really doesn't know anything about it.

So he hesitated to ask questions.

But Su Xiaoxiao said again at this time: "To tell you the truth, I have already written more than half of the content of the first volume in the past few days, and there is nothing difficult about it." "

As she spoke, she straightened up the steel plate confidently, with a confident look on her face.

"What, you wrote it all?"

This time it was Su Chen's turn to be surprised again.

Don't say anything else.

In a few days, nearly one volume was produced in the liver.

This speed...could it be the genetic blood again?

As long as the surname is Su, are they all tentacle monsters? Code words like drinking water?

"Yeah, yeah, would you like to take a look, this time I'm going for the Light Novel Sakura Gold Award in the Lightning Library."

"Wait, Sakura Gold Award, are you going to submit it to a publishing house?!"

"Yeah." Su Xiaoxiao nodded.

Su Chen's eyelids twitched crazily.

The publishing house's standards are much higher than those serialized on the website.

In memory, Su Xiaoxiao has no writing experience.

Then suddenly you have to submit a manuscript to the publishing house today?

This kind of little transparency that is not well-known, you know, it is definitely not even a wave, okay?

He felt that as a brother, he had to pass the sieve for his sister.

"Show me your text, what subject are you writing about?"

Su Xiaoxiao smiled mysteriously: "Well, just look at it..."

After that, she took out a thick stack of manuscripts from the drawer in the room, and handed it to Su Chen like a treasure.

"??? Did you print it all out?"

Su Chen was dumbfounded again.

But then he was unambiguous, took a thick stack of manuscripts, sat on the gaming chair, and reviewed it from the perspective of a reader.

In fact, he was also very curious about what kind of novels Su Xiaoxiao, a young girl who had just grown up, would write.

However, after watching for another three minutes, he frowned.

At five minutes, he gasped.

Ten minutes later, he couldn't help raising his head and staring at Su Xiaoxiao.

"What do you think I'm doing, read the text!" Su Xiaoxiao was unhappy.

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