Chapter 138: One Hundred Ways to Shock the Editor
What is online literature compared to mainstream literature?
Li Yan thought about this question, especially when he was struggling over whether to tell Li Ruofei the good news of the contract.

Why are you so confused?

If you're talking about others, you can also explain that you don't want others to know what you wrote, so as not to be constrained by the idea of ​​"what will my friends think of me if I write this kind of plot."

But Li Ruofei already knew about the existence of "Nangong Boy" and had made many suggestions on this story. It was reasonable and moral that he should be told.

"Ruofei, let me tell you something." Li Yan found Li Ruofei hanging clothes and closed the balcony door and said, "Nangong's book has been signed."

"It should."

A totally unexpected reaction.

Seeing Li Yan was a little surprised, Li Ruofei was puzzled: "You can't sign a contract for this novel. That's the editor's problem."

"That's not true...online writing has its own standards, and there is no best writer."

If you belittle me, I will have to prove how awesome I am; if you praise me, I will become humble instead.

I don’t know if it can be considered a special product of Huaxia Social.

"The public has their own standards, and I have my own standards. As far as I, Li Ruofei, am concerned, your book is very wonderful and brilliant. There is no need to be modest."

At first, Li Yan thought that Li Ruofei was a very sentimental literary young man. Unexpectedly, the more they got to know him, the more she discovered that he was quite generous and heroic, which matched his strong physique.

"If you don't want others to know, don't worry, I definitely won't tell anyone. I understand. It's the freedom of writing."

Li Ruofei did not consider at all that online literature was inferior to mainstream literature.

Walking back to his seat from the balcony, Li Yan decided not to think about the bullshit topic of online literature compared to mainstream literature.

They are all words, they are all text.

It's not a product of routine industrialization, so there's no need to be modest. As long as my writing is good enough, it's called a masterpiece no matter it's serialized online or published as a physical book.

If you want recognition from “mainstream literature,” just write.

Besides, Li Yan has now been recognized by mainstream literature. He keeps submitting articles, publishing them, and receiving royalties. Although his output has declined due to preparations for art performances and online writing, his publication rate is gradually increasing.

There is no other reason, I just need to understand the styles that major newspapers like.

You see, mainstream literature also caters to the tastes of the readers. What Li Yan has not yet obtained is the recognition from online literature readers.

This weekend, Xiaopang had a rare opportunity to hang out with his roommates, and it seems that the relationship has been repaired almost 100%.

Li Yan spent the whole morning writing manuscripts. He wrote all kinds of articles and finally reaped the rewards of his accumulated experience. His composition score +1 reached 52 points, becoming the second highest scoring skill at present.

On Sunday afternoon, the editor "Kaiyuan" was finally added as a friend by Li Yan.

"'Nangong Youth' is available for contract. We have sent you a questionnaire. Please fill in the information truthfully and read the contract terms carefully. I will send you the contract later. Please sign it and send it back. We can change the contract status after we receive it."

"What should I call you?"

"Don't mention you. I'm very young and just graduated. Let's communicate more. Just call me Kaiyuan."

"Hello, Brother Yuan, do editors work on weekends?"

"...I will check your messages from time to time. I really worked overtime just for you this weekend."

Li Yan was surprised. "Oh? Because the book is so good?"

"You are also interesting." The Kaiyuan editor's typing speed is also incredibly fast. "Your article is a bit special. The writing skills are amazing, and the rhythm is also good. It feels a bit epic to me. My colleague couldn't grasp it, so I took it down."

"You're praising me, why are you still unsure?"

"Haven't you read it? Qiyuan has released a super hit. This is the future direction of online literature. It brings out the excitement to the extreme. There will definitely be a lot of people who will buy it. We all tend to choose fantasy novels. Martial arts novels are still quite restrictive. It's better for you to write fairy tales."

"Then why did Brother Yuan decide to sign it?"

"I'll take a gamble. Your plot looks like it will be awesome when it's developed later. I wanted to add you to ask if you have an outline, but then I thought signing a contract wouldn't be a big deal, so I just mentioned it."

As soon as it was sent out, the Kaiyuan editor was stunned. Why did the author ask about him right away? He was actually the host.

"You have good taste. Let me fill out the information first."

Kaiyuan was scratching his head as he read this, and started typing away:

"Signing a contract is just the first step. Many authors make a good start and come up with a good story, but the real challenge is still to come. It is difficult to write a story of several million words. You have updated 40,000 words so far, and explained the main storyline at the beginning. There is revenge, a male protagonist, and skills. It can be regarded as a way of slowly unfolding the world view. It is still a story with great potential. But if..."

As he was writing this, it suddenly showed that Li Yan had sent him five files:

"Outline of the Twelve Volumes of Nangong Shao Nian", "Collection of Main Settings", "Chronology", "Map of Kaitian Territory", and "Plan of the Royal City".

Is this file size serious?
Kaiyuan clicked on them one by one, read the 30,000-word outline, the 60,000-word setting collection, the 10,000-word chronology, and the maps that were detailed to each country's territory, royal city, geographical features, specialties, etc. The more he read, the more engaged he became. The concise and powerful text brought him into a world with wild imagination and seamless logic, and there was an endless stream of settings that caught his eye.

Realizing that he had accidentally read into it, Kaiyuan silently deleted the paragraph he had just typed.

Change to: "Are you the pseudonym of some old author?"

However, Li Yan sent a shocking question:

"Can't a minor sign this contract?"

"You are underage? Did you write this?" "I am in the first grade of junior high school."

Kaiyuan, who was thousands of miles away, stood up directly from his chair.

This story, this effort, this setting, this is just a freshman class?

It's fine if you can write wild and imaginative stories in the first year of junior high school, and it's fine if you can refer to so many ancient materials to improve the settings, but how can you write about ancient political conspiracies and struggles? How can you write about ancient marches and sieges?

"Can I use my dad's ID card?"

"...Yes, as long as you keep updating."

While Li Yan was busy processing the information, Kaiyuan reread the outline and finally came to the conclusion:
This couldn't possibly have been written by a first-grade student. Who knows, when we look at the uploaded material later, it might be that some big shot who writes fictional history is just amusing himself.

That's right, I'm still a new editor and I don't have anything I want. Sometimes I'm forced to sign scraps that others don't want.

He still remembered what the editor-in-chief said when he saw him preparing to sign "Nangong Youth": "If you continue writing at the current quality, the author won't be able to hold on for long. Don't waste your time."

Fortunately, I didn't make a mistake. It would be great if I could use this opportunity to recruit a great author to work for me.

Li Yan's profile has been uploaded, Kai Yuan happily clicks on it and takes a look:
"Li Chun? Who is this?"

After some calculation, at Li Chun's age, his child is probably in the first grade of junior high school.

"You are really a freshman, a new author?" Kaiyuan couldn't explain his feelings.

"Replacement guaranteed."

Never mind… "What a coincidence. I'm also a new editor and don't have many good resources."

It seems that I can only take the development route.

"It's okay, just sign it."

Just sign it? Are you going to have perfect attendance? Why do you need such a great outline?
"Leave it to me later."

Kaiyuan was stunned when he saw the words Li Yan sent.

"How many words do you plan to have in this book? If you can maintain the current quality and not write too much."

"Starting from five million."

"That's incredible... How much time do you have to write when you are studying? Many students can't persist even after starting." Kaiyuan was still worried.

"Twenty-eight thousand a day if you don't do anything else."

Puff! Kaiyuan almost spit out a mouthful of water directly on the computer screen, "I also liked to show off when I was in the first grade of junior high school, but let's be realistic."

Li Yan curled her lips and smiled at the computer. Although she only wrote in the dormitory after school, her level 24 skill thinking speed reached 48 points after the breakthrough in mathematics. Her typing speed also increased with the intensity of training of writing hundreds of thousands of words in more than half a month, reaching points.

Typing is a very pleasant skill to practice. The faster you type, the faster you type. The faster you type, the faster you type.

His fast thinking speed and strong writing ability mean that he never gets stuck in writing. His powerful memory turns him into a human library of ancient books. His concentration and energy can guarantee his output power.

As a result, Li Yan had the creative state that many writers dream of. As soon as he returned to the dormitory after school, he turned on his computer and started typing at full speed, maintaining a speed of at least 5,000 and up to 7,000 words per hour, and he didn't feel tired at all.

Going to eat, take a shower, or do laundry will not interrupt his state, and once he returns to his seat, he will be in full swing again.

"I've been busy with other things lately, so I can only write at night."

Kaiyuan smiled secretly, and as expected, he started to make excuses.

"About twelve to eighteen thousand."

"So you put out 4,000 words every day?"

Li Yan took a screenshot of the number of manuscripts he had saved. "Didn't you say that the new book would have 4,000 words a day? I have over 200,000 saved."

Kaiyuan almost sent it out, “Send it to me to see.” He still couldn’t believe that he seemed to have picked up a treasure.

"Brother Yuan, don't worry, you have good vision and deserve the reward."

Kaiyuan smiled, put his fingers on the keyboard, and typed only a few words after a long time:
"Okay, then I'll wait."

Li Yan smiled and shrank the chat box, then opened a word document: "The Puppet Master's Thread".

"There are only four months left until the deadline for Supernova Publishing House's long-form mystery competition. From this perspective, time is indeed the biggest obstacle."

But Li’s favorite thing is to kick away obstacles that stand in his way. The more difficult the task is, the more motivated he is.

Pushing your limits is something that once you do it, you’ll want to do it a second time. It’s addictive.

"Ayan," Li Ruofei walked up to Li Yan while packing up on the way back from night self-study on Sunday night, "Can you handle doing art performances and writing online novels at the same time? Maybe you should make a choice and don't delay your studies."

"It's okay. Only children make choices. I want them all."

"Only elementary school students are considered children? We should be... teenagers? Teenagers?"

"That's not the point..."

(End of this chapter)