It was April 20th when An Yueqin came to visit. There were still twenty-five days until Feng Bujue's next assignment, so there was plenty of time.
However, Brother Jue had a habit of procrastinating when it came to writing. Aside from the occasional inspiration, his attitude towards handing in his assignments was like a primary school student's attitude towards summer homework. In July, he would think that the holidays had just begun, so he would write in August. In August, he would think that there was still a month to go, so he would write in the middle of the month. In the middle of the month, he would decide to leave it until the end of the month. At the end of the month, he would count the days in his head. There were still five days to go, so there was no hurry. There was still three days to go, so there was no hurry … In the end, he would usually rush to finish his homework the night before school started.
Of course, Feng Bujue had never encountered such a situation when he was in primary school. This was because he had discovered in third grade that the so-called "winter and summer homework" was a complete waste of youth.
The teachers were very enthusiastic when they gave out homework, but when it came to grading, they either didn't look at it or let a few Japanese (class committee) check on the completion of the homework on their behalf. Originally, there were dozens of people in a class. If everyone handed in a huge pile of homework and graded it seriously, it wouldn't be finished even if it was Teacher's Day.
As a result, this became a practice that happened twice every school year. One side was wasting their youth, while the other side was doing perfunctory work.
To put it bluntly, holiday homework was a meaningless piece of garbage that the school wanted to show that they were responsible for it. Geniuses didn't need to rely on this kind of garbage to consolidate their knowledge, and people who didn't like to study wouldn't rely on this kind of garbage to improve. This pile of garbage was like a big bubble on the surface of the exam-oriented education pit that was a stinky latrine. It was still there today.
What was even more disgusting was that some of the more self-righteous teachers would add in their own homework in addition to the school's holiday homework. This kind of behavior only conveyed two messages. First, this person's life was very unsatisfactory. Second, this person lacked a way to vent.
When Feng Bujue saw through this, he began to use a perfunctory attitude to deal with the homework. He also insisted on inserting such content in the winter and summer homework every year. "Obviously, this year you won't mark anyone's holiday homework. You're just forcing us to waste our precious time and ballpoint pen's ink.
I find these printed materials, which from the moment they are bound, to be nothing more than waste paper, boring and deplorable.
Based on the results of my investigation, you either didn't read it at all, or just checked to see if we filled up this boring booklet. If that's the case, then I'll just fill it in casually. If I see math questions, I'll fill in 250. If I see English questions, I'll write sentences like 'you are a fool'. If I see Chinese questions, I'll write a few impromptu limericks. I'll also break down this paragraph into short sentences and fill them in one by one.
If one day you can find out that I've split and filled in this section, it proves that you're really serious about marking holiday homework. At that time, I'll definitely finish these questions seriously. But personally, I don't think that day will ever come. So, I want to say, I hope that the youth of every student in our class who has passed away because of filling out the holiday homework will accumulate into a sentence of torture in hell for you. I hope that your soul can compensate and redeem the sins you've committed in this pain. "
This was the Feng Bujue when he was nine years old … Five years later, when his peers had all entered their second year of high school, he would use the tone of an experienced person to say, "During the few years when I was a rebel, my personality was very aggressive. I was much better than the rest of you who were so dumb and foolish."
Unknowingly, he went off topic. The story of Brother Jue's childhood, he would have a chance to talk about it in the future.
In all fairness, his former editor, Old Chen, was a good person. In the past, when Brother Jue delayed the manuscript, it was always Old Chen who helped him. Although he often acted like he was playing with his life in front of Feng Bujue, Old Chen never complained to Brother Jue about being scolded by the magazine leaders. Because of this, Feng Bujue didn't understand why Old Chen was "under too much pressure."
But now that the editor was changed, Brother Jue naturally couldn't mess around like before. He also understood that Miss An was a new official. If he didn't know what was good for him and made things difficult for her in the first month, he would definitely be in trouble. Considering the other party's identity, the consequences would be unimaginable …
Therefore, at least for the first time, he had to submit the manuscript on time and ensure the quality and quantity. He couldn't be careless or have any flaws … Any mistake could become a fuse.
On the afternoon of the 20th, after Feng Bujue sent An Yueqin away, he sat in front of the computer and pondered.
In fact, he could write when he didn't have any inspiration. After all, he was a professional writer, so he definitely had some foundation. But writing like this … was painful.
Perhaps this adjective wasn't very appropriate, but it was probably the state he was in.
The more responsible an author was for his work, the more painful it would be when he forced himself to write.
If Feng Bujue was asked to write for someone else, he wouldn't mind. Wasn't it just filling in water? He could also write ten thousand words for something as simple as waking up and going to the bathroom. But now, he was writing his own work. If he wanted to write (or type), he had to at least go through himself first.
"Ah …" Feng Bujue stared at the May draft for a full half an hour, but he still had not typed a single word for the June draft. He first groaned, and then it turned into a roar. "Ah!"
"Sigh, this won't do. I can't even come up with a single plot," Feng Bujue said. "Hmm … Maybe I should go online to look for inspiration?" He quickly shook his head and rejected the idea. "No, no, no … I can't do that. Once I'm in the game cabin, I can't tell when I'll come out." He said, "Anyways, Passing Rain probably won't be online for a few days. I'll just wait until she's better. I'll use all this time to write the manuscript. "
"Hmm …" Feng Bujue held his chin and thought. "I should go to the gaming forum to take a look. Perhaps that will help." With that in mind, he moved the cursor and temporarily closed the document. Then he opened the browser and clicked on the link in his favorite folder.
When the page refreshed, the first thing that greeted his eyes was a line of large red words. "Tournament for the Best, the flames of war are about to be ignited. You! Are you ready? "
Underneath it, there was a normal sentence that said, "Thriller Paradise's Tournament for the Best (Spring 2055) will be starting soon. Please click here for more details."
"What's going on? The game has only been in operation for fifteen days … What's with this battle atmosphere?" Feng Bujue could not help but be reminded of the two short days of closed beta.
He immediately clicked on the link, and the page related to the tournament soon appeared on screen.
After reading the paragraph, Feng Bujue understood. The Dream Company's plan was to hold a large-scale tournament in May (spring) and November (autumn), and the tournament was called 'Tournament for the Best'.
"Since it's still in the open beta, this tournament will only be open to 1v1 participants. All players above level thirty have the right to register. The deadline is 23: 59 on 30 April 2055. Players can complete the registration process in the log-in lobby. " Feng Bujue looked at the screen and read. "On 1 May, 00: 00, the queuing system for the preliminaries will be activated. Participants can join the selection by queuing up."
Brother Jue read up to this point and said, "Hmm … The reason they released the news so early is to give the players enough time to register and to let those who are only level twenty try their best to reach level thirty." He scoffed. "Humph … In the next ten days, the sales of the Double EXP Card will increase by several folds."
He continued to read. At the bottom of the first paragraph, there was no detailed description of the tournament but a list of the prizes.
"Players ranked between 100 to 51 will receive 10 Double EXP Cards (24 hours of game time), 200000 Game Coins, and a limited edition T-shirt.
"Players ranked between 50 to 31 will receive 2 random Excellent Grade Equipment corresponding to their level and 2,000 Skill Points.
"Players ranked between 30 to 11 will receive 1 random Perfect Grade Equipment corresponding to their level and 3,000 Skill Points."
When he read up to this point, Brother Jue was still calm, but when it came to the prizes for players ranked between 10 to 4, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
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