"Eeek!"
After typing the title, Pi danced with joy and high-fived Xinghai, as if it had accomplished something big.
"Wait a minute!" Zhang Zian couldn't just sit back and do nothing. "Pi, do you want to write a novel about pets?"
"Eeek!"
Pi nodded, pointed at him, pointed at Xinghai, and pointed at itself, and then typed, "A novel about pets, about pet shops, and about everyone."
Zhang Zian frowned and was deeply worried about the future of this novel. Although he hadn't read many online novels, his intuition told him that no one would read such a novel. After all, people who raised pets were too busy playing with their cats and walking their dogs all day long. How could they have time to read a novel about pets? Most people who didn't have pets were not interested in pets, or even hated pets, so they wouldn't read it. The biggest audience might be those who didn't have time to raise pets, but liked pets and were stuck at the stage of "raising pets on the cloud." But how many readers were there like that?
The mainstream of online novels was about traveling to ancient times or other worlds, leveling up, practicing, copying poems and books to show off. At the very least, it should be about being reborn in the city, taking advantage of the prophetic advantage of being reborn to make a fortune, and flirting with several or even dozens of women. He had never heard of a novel about a pet shop that could become popular.
He was very happy that Pi wanted to write a novel to kill time. But a novel with such a narrow audience, when it found out that no one would read it after it wrote it, its mood would probably be more severely affected, and it would fall into a lonelier self-isolation.
Although he knew this, it was not good to pour cold water on Pi's enthusiasm. He forced a smile and said, "Well, even I have to appear? Then remember to make me look more handsome. "
"Eeek!"
Pi grinned and typed, "This is a bit difficult."
Zhang Zian said, "I'll take it as a joke. But, Pi, when did this story start? Now? "
"Eeek."
Pi shook its head and typed, "From last year when you first came back to this city."
Zhang Zian thought for a moment. In this case, he could make an article out of it. For example, he could describe him as a strong man who had been practicing for hundreds of years and failed to pass the test and was reborn. This should arouse the interest and anticipation of the readers. He smiled and said, "Well, let me tell you about what happened before you came to the pet shop … Do you know Wang Qian and Li Kun who worked in the pet shop? They always think that I'm a great cultivator of the Golden Core stage, but it's actually true … "
"Jiji!"
Pi waved its hand indifferently to interrupt him. It raised the nameless book and showed it to him. It typed: No, everything that happened in the past can be found in the book.
Zhang Zian was speechless. I can be an ordinary person in reality, but can't being written into a novel satisfy my fantasies?
Famous couldn't help but interject, "Everything that happened in the past? What about the things that happened in my Imagined World? "
"Jiji!"
Pi nodded.
Famous was speechless. Could there be some personal … no, dog privacy? In the future, he would have to pay attention to his image in the Imagined World.
"Which website are you going to post it on? I mean, there are a lot of websites that write online novels. Where do you want to post it? As the saying goes, men are afraid of entering the wrong industry, and women are afraid of marrying the wrong man. The style of each website seems to be different. This book has a narrow audience. If you choose the wrong website, there may be even fewer people reading it … "Zhang Zian reminded it in a euphemistic way.
"Jiji!"
Pi swiped the screen to unlock the tablet, opened a reading app on the screen, and showed it to Zhang Zian.
"Oh, Qidian website. It's the one that I used to top up to read books …" Zhang Zian nodded to show that he knew. He wasn't familiar with online literature websites, so he couldn't provide more suggestions. But he heard that it was a big literary website, so it should be a good choice for Pi.
Pi clicked on a button in the app, "Become an author." It showed Zhang Zian.
"You need to upload your ID photo?" Zhang Zian glanced at it, thinking that it was quite troublesome.
"Jiji."
Pi typed: I'm an unregistered resident. I don't have an ID.
Zhang Zian's face twitched a few times. He didn't know where it learned the word "unregistered resident" from … but it was quite appropriate.
"In other words … I have to use my ID?" he asked, pointing to his nose.
Pi nodded.
Well, it seemed that he was the only one in the pet shop with an ID. Although he felt that it wasn't safe to take a photo of his ID and upload it, he was an ordinary person after all, and probably no one would want to harm him.
The internet was a very free space. If everyone wrote anonymously, there would definitely be problems. Maybe a master from 1024 would sneak in and make a fortune …
Zhang Zian took a photo of his ID according to the requirements of the website and uploaded it to the backend. After passing the identity verification, he could finally create a work and upload a new chapter.
"Jiji!"
Pi couldn't wait to type the title of the first chapter, "Amazing Fate Pet Shop," and enter the text: On the vast and magnificent eastern coastline of our country, there is a quiet coastal city called Binhai City. It has beautiful scenery, a high economic level, a slow pace of life, and no large industrial enterprises nearby. It is a good place to live …
"Wait!"
Zhang Zian found a very serious problem, and quickly asked Pi to stop, in case it made a bigger mistake.
"Jiji?"
Pi made a questioning gesture.
"What the hell is Binhai City?" Zhang Zian pointed out the problem. "Pi, did you make a mistake? This is not Binhai City, and there is no city called Binhai City in China, right? "
"Jiji."
Pi pointed at the backend of the website for Zhang Zian to see.
He stretched his neck, looked at the screen, and read, "In order to avoid unnecessary disputes caused by the real information in the content of the work, we suggest that the author try to avoid any real information in the content of the real world, such as administrative geographical names, famous people's names, famous companies' names … What the hell is this?"
No wonder Pi used "Binhai City" instead of the real name of the city. He thought Pi had made a mistake.
"But the name of the city is too perfunctory. You'd better indicate it, in case the readers don't buy it," Zhang Zian reminded.
Pi nodded helplessly and continued to write, "In this city with a perfunctory name, there is an unknown pet shop."
Zhang Zian nodded with satisfaction, but the next sentence made him anxious again!
"Who is Zhang Zian? How come I don't know this person? "he asked.
Pi pointed at him, meaning "you", and then pointed at the backend of the website, showing him the words "famous people's names."
Well … I'm a famous person now. I was going to play myself and be popular with thousands of girls. Zhang Zian suddenly felt weak, but in order to avoid violating the website's rules by using his real name, he had to accept this inexplicable alias.
"What about you, Xinghai, and Famous? And Fina, Old Time Tea, Richard, and Snowy Lionet, do they also use aliases? "he asked again.
Pi typed: No, because we are not human, so we use our real names.
After it finished typing, it deleted the extra sentence.
Famous's spirit was suddenly lifted. "That's great! I really hope that it will be my real name, not an alias or a substitute for another dog. "
So unfair … Are humans worse than dogs these days? Zhang Zian was still a little confused.
While writing, Pi got stuck. Its finger hovered above the keyboard, unable to press. It scratched its head, opened the nameless book for a few minutes, and then continued to type.
Pi's typing speed was very slow. In the past, it typed according to the newspaper, and there was a ready-made template for it to learn. But now it was an original, and Chinese was not its mother tongue. It needed to first think about the plot, then think of which Chinese characters to use in its mind, and then type them out.
If it had been someone else, Zhang Zian would not have been interested in watching such a slow typing speed. But now, it was Pi who was typing, and it was writing his own story. Therefore, he read on patiently, occasionally going downstairs to deal with business affairs.
As the Chinese characters jumped out of Pi's keyboard and appeared on the computer screen, Zhang Zian's memory gradually recovered, as if he was reliving that unforgettable day with Pi's strokes.
The details described by Pi were things that he had never told anyone, and some of them he had even forgotten. After all, he was experiencing life from a first-person perspective, while Pi was describing life from an objective third-person perspective. It was as if there was an invisible camera floating beside him, recording all the details.
"I definitely didn't have dark circles under my eyes," he pointed out.
Pi firmly typed the word "yes," and then deleted it. It raised the nameless book and waved it, indicating that the records in the nameless book could not be wrong.
Zhang Zian was speechless. He knew that he probably had dark circles under his eyes. He didn't sleep for a few days in the hospital, and then he worked so hard to deal with the funeral. How could he not have dark circles under his eyes? And they were probably serious, but he couldn't see them.
When Little Celery timidly appeared from Pi's pen, he smiled and said, "If Wang Yaning saw this novel, I'm afraid I would be called a lolicon … By the way, Pi, except for the names of people and places, is everything else true?"
Pi thought for a moment, and typed, "70% true, 30% false, just like in Romance of the Three Kingdoms."
Zhang Zian was speechless. Pi didn't read the four famous novels for nothing.
After typing the first chapter, there were 2,079 characters. Pi was satisfied and clicked upload.
"Pi, take a break," Zhang Zian suggested.
Zhang Zian suggested. Two or three hours had passed since Pi started writing this chapter.
Pi obediently jumped off the chair and stretched its body. He was worried about the fate of the novel. With such a dull beginning, would anyone read it?
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