Jing Jiu understood what she meant after a moment of bewilderment. "How should I write it?" he asked instead of delving deeper into this topic.
It was of course not a question about the writing techniques. Zong Lizi explained, "There are two kinds of writing that are commonly used nowadays. One is the consciousness writing, which collects the fluctuations of your consciousness and then presents them in words. The problem with this method is that the reader's thoughts are out of control, and some messy fragments will appear in the words. The serious writers who have won the literary prizes like this method, but the commercial writers seldom use it, because it's too troublesome to modify it. Another reason is that the equipment for collecting consciousness is too expensive. "
"What about the other method?" asked Jing Jiu.
Zong Lizi took out a small object that looked like a finger glove from her room, saying, "The other method is to use the remote-sensing pen."
Having said that, she demonstrated it to him. She put the finger glove on her right forefinger, and then it started vibrating rapidly. A line of words appeared on the screen of the computer without any errors or omissions.
"What's the difference between this method and using paper and pen?" asked Jing Jiu.
Zong Lizi took off her gloves and put them by the computer, saying seriously, "It's faster and cheaper than using paper and pen."
Jing Jiu thought that these mortals didn't have to pay attention to the things he didn't have to, so he went back to his room with the computer in his arms.
Zong Lizi pulled back her gaze from the tightly shut door and walked into the kitchen to prepare the dinner.
The tasteless but healthy nuggets tasted awful even though they were served with tea.
She would have complained if it were under normal circumstances, but she was so distracted that she didn't notice how she had swallowed those nuggets.
— Everyone's first book is about themselves. The story he was writing in his room must be set in that beautiful world, about the grudges and grudges of the upper class, and maybe the secret stories of the aristocratic clans. It might even be related to a young mistress in the priest clan …
The girl with silvery hair thought that she would get a share of the money if the story became popular.
She felt great about it.
Perhaps, it would be better if he was brought back to the upper class by his clan, but he couldn't bear to be separated from her, so he brought her back with him. Then … she thought, I'm an ignorant girl who covets wealth and glory.
Thinking of these things, she brushed off the residue of the nutrition block on her hand, took out a tea bag, and made a cup of tea. She pushed open the door of the study and walked in.
"You'll definitely be a little rusty at the beginning. I'll accompany you for a few days and you'll be able to get used to it."
Zong Lizi placed the teacup on the windowsill and turned to Jing Jiu sitting on the floor, saying concernedly, "Don't worry … well … have you finished writing?"
Her voice grew louder and louder, until it finally became a question of incredulity.
"At the end of the seventh volume … he saw those warships."
Jing Jiu turned off the computer after writing this line of words. He looked at the silver-haired girl and said, "I'm not done yet, but that's it for now."
Zong Lizi had a bewildered expression on her face. She suddenly came back to her senses after a while, exclaiming, "You're such a liar. It must have been written in advance!"
But where did he put it before he wrote it? It definitely couldn't be the academy's intranet. He didn't have a wristband, and it didn't seem like he had a chip implanted …
Jing Jiu didn't know what "in advance" meant, so he didn't pay any attention to her. "How do I publish it?" he asked.
Zong Lizi hadn't recovered from the shock yet, saying, "There's a forum on the institute network. You can upload it every day after you've registered."
Jing Jiu knew what registration meant, saying, "I don't have an identification mark, so I can't register."
Zong Lizi pressed while covering her face with her hands, "What if … you use mine?"
Jing Jiu uttered "hmm" after some thought.
Zong Lizi picked up the computer and operated it for a while. Soon, she had uploaded twenty thousand words.
Seeing her focus on increasing the number of hits, Jing Jiu asked, "Aren't you going to continue?"
Staring at the light screen, Zong Lizi wanted to see who the first comment was. "Twenty thousand words a day is enough," she replied casually.
Jing Jiu thought he would have to wait here for a hundred days. "Publish all of them," he said.
Zong Lizi lifted her head and glanced at him as if she were looking at an idiot. Then, she found this idiot was too good-looking. She lowered her head uncomfortably and said, "If I publish it all at once, it'll be buried in the forum. Nobody will pay attention to it."
Jing Jiu wondered what the reason was.
"Nobody will read it once it's finished," Zong Lizi explained patiently.
"It's not finished," said Jing Jiu. "This story has only just begun."
Seeing his insistence, Zong Lizi suggested, "Let's make a compromise. How about … thirty thousand a day?"
"Five hundred thousand," said Jing Jiu.
Zong Lizi said, "Fifty thousand … one hundred thousand is fine. Deal?"
Looking at her outstretched hand in front of him and her eyes that were as innocent as a small animal's, Jing Jiu reached out his right hand and clapped it gently when he thought of those guys on the Shenmo Peak.
Pointing to the computer, Zong Lizi said, "Shall I read it first tonight?"
Jing Jiu nodded, thinking that he had to digest the knowledge of the number theory that night.
Zong Lizi returned to her bedroom happily after picking up the computer.
The faint glow of the light screen leaked out from the crack of the bedroom door the whole night, and the sound of sobbing could be heard once in a while.
The next morning, she walked out from her bedroom with the computer in her arms. Her silvery hair was messy, her eyes red, and her face haggard. It was evident that she hadn't slept the whole night.
Jing Jiu was reading the morning news while lying in the chair. Seeing her in such a state, he couldn't help but glance at her a few more times.
"The writing is not bad," said Zong Lizi in a casual manner after wiping her reddened nose with a tissue.
Jing Jiu uttered "hmm" to express his bafflement, asking, "Only not bad?"
Zong Lizi sat by his side and said, "The story is interesting, but the emotion is not so intense and the contradictions are not so intense. The key is the writing. I felt so sad when Lian Sanyue died, but I couldn't cry."
Jing Jiu thought to himself that she had cried a few times last night; what was the reason for that? Was it the spring rain that Liu Ci transformed into, or the fight between him and Nan Qü?
"That Young Master Li is so pitiful …"
Thinking of the lonely grave at the Three-Thousand Nunnery and the song "The Song of the Happy Night", Zong Lizi felt more and more sad. She couldn't help but burst into tears after a sleepless night.
Jing Jiu didn't say anything, nor did he do anything to comfort her. All he did was watch her cry in Silence.
It was pointless for her to cry alone. She gradually stopped crying and glanced at Jing Jiu angrily. Then she picked up her backpack and went to the institute.
…
…
Zong Lizi truly thought that the novel titled "The Path Toward Heaven" was a good one, but she forgot that she had read it all in one go, so she didn't have to endure the pain of reading the latest chapters.
The forum of the New Era Institute was quiet. The novel didn't cause any reaction, except for a few comments. And the comments were not about the content of the novel, but about the rumors related to the author.
Zong Lizi was not convinced, so she couldn't help but bring it up in class. She asked her classmates to read the novel and comment on it, and it would be best if they could give it a few likes.
A few days later, she heard the complaints of her classmates outside the classroom. She couldn't help but tell Jing Jiu about it after she returned home.
After the news was over, Jing Jiu turned to Zong Lizi and asked, "What did you just say?"
"I'm giving you a suggestion on behalf of the readers. Your writing style is pretty good, accurate and clean; but the plot is too far apart, and the writing is too unorganized. As a result, I can't remember what happened in the beginning. " Zong Lizi continued after some thought, "There is another important problem. Jing Yang pretends to be nonchalant when he does things. It's too pretentious, and it's annoying."
Jing Jiu thought that he was a nonchalant fairy man to begin with; how could he pretend to be pretentious?
…
…
Life went on in a nonchalant manner. Time flowed like water.
The novel posted on the New Era Institute's website went with the flow, not stirring up any ripples.
Zong Lizi had gradually lost her motivation, but Jing Jiu didn't care about it at all. He spent all his time and energy on studying.
One day, he had finally finished reading all the textbooks on physics and mathematics on the Institute's website. He had basically mastered them according to his requirements.
The more complicated physics and mathematics knowledge couldn't be found on the Institute's website.
As for the books on the three bookshelves in the room, most of them were books on economics, finance, and accounting.
It was true that Zong Lizi's father was an economics professor.
An economics professor committed suicide because of a fund scam. Jing Jiu couldn't help but shake his head, thinking that the mortals were indeed a kind of interesting and pitiful existence, no matter in the universe or in Chaotian.
By dusk, Zong Lizi had received a week's worth of food and returned home in the faintly discernible twilight. Seeing Jing Jiu watching TV while lying in the chair, she couldn't help but feel it odd, asking, "Do you also rest?"
Jing Jiu uttered "hmm", and explained after some thought, "I've finished reading them."
"You've finished reading them? It's a four-year course at the institute, but you've finished reading them in a dozen days. "
Zong Lizi didn't believe what he said. She turned on the computer on the tea table and demanded, "You should write your graduation thesis for me to read."
"I don't want it," said Jing Jiu without taking his eyes off the TV screen.
He didn't want it, because he didn't need any proof. Of course, the main reason he didn't want it was because he was lazy.
Zong Lizi asked after some thought, "Do you want to do the exam papers? Otherwise, you won't be able to be sure that you have learned them. "
Jing Jiu, still staring at the TV screen, said casually, "I have."
Zong Lizi was startled. She turned on the question bank on the Institute's website and found that Jing Jiu had indeed done seven sets of exam papers, and he got full marks for each set.
It was exceedingly quiet in the room, save for the familiar voice of the newscaster.
"Did you … copy the answers?"
"Hmm?"
"Otherwise, how could you get so many full marks?!"
"I didn't get any other marks."
Kneeling on the chair, Zong Lizi looked down at Jing Jiu's face, her eyes full of awe and respect.
In the next moment, the awe and respect in her eyes turned into sympathy and pity.
It was said that the students would choose to input the knowledge directly during the elementary learning, so they didn't have to memorize it.
He was such a genius, but he had to learn by himself. It was evident that he was despised by his clan, and he might have been persecuted. As a result, he fled to the underworld.
Zong Lizi seemed to have witnessed an exciting story.
The young genius would take back what belonged to him in the end.
Zong Lizi was the light that the young genius met at the lowest point of his life, a companion, or even … a partner?
"Do you … want to go to school?" Staring into Jing Jiu's eyes, Zong Lizi said, "You shouldn't waste your time on the elementary knowledge because of your talent. All the knowledge you should learn is in the internal database of the library of the institute."
Jing Jiu knew that she was at the New Era Institute, which was similar to Yimaozhai compared to other institutes. "Okay," he said.
Zong Lizi couldn't help but cough out of excitement, as if she had witnessed a legendary scene.
Jing Jiu shot her a glance.
She waved her hand to indicate that she was alright, and turned around to go back to the bedroom. She didn't find that Jing Jiu had followed her into the bedroom.
Like what he had done a few days ago, Jing Jiu turned into a ghost. He stood in a corner of the bedroom in Silence, looking at Zong Lizi on the bed.
With her back to the door, she wrapped her head in the quilt and coughed softly. It seemed that she didn't want to disturb Jing Jiu, who should be in the living room.
The bed quivered along with her coughing, and her silvery hair outside the quilt quivered as well. She looked quite pitiful.
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