5: 55 in the afternoon.
Zhongdian Chinese Network authors inspiration class.
"Time to get off work."
"Do you want to go to the nearby Fish-Catching Internet Cafe to play games this weekend?"
"Sure, I want to go too!"
"Is Boss Cui going?"
Cui Geng shook his head. "I'm not going. You guys go ahead."
The author who invited him did not insist. He stood up and packed his things. He prepared to leave the inspiration class, go out to eat, and then go back to rest.
The inspiration class was the same as the study class. It strictly implemented an eight-hour working schedule. The working hours were from 9 am to 6 pm, and there was an hour of lunch break from 12 pm to 1 pm.
In fact, with the intensity of work in the inspiration class, it was basically no different from watching an eight-hour movie.
The inspiration class officially began on Thursday. It was impossible for most authors to find suitable inspiration in two days, so there were only two or three authors who had really started writing.
Most of the other authors still planned to have a good weekend. They would continue to gather inspiration next Monday and take their time to think about the new book.
After all, his royalties had been bought out by the website, and the number of words he needed to update each day had decreased significantly. He could naturally rest on Saturdays and Sundays.
Most of these authors were very young as well. Most of them were between twenty-two and twenty-eight years old. It was not surprising that they would meet at Fish-Catching Internet Cafe on weekends to play games.
However, Cui Geng was not his usual self. He did not join the game with these authors.
This was because after two days of intensive research, he suddenly felt a flash of inspiration in his brain. It seemed that the inspiration that had been dry for the past few months was showing signs of recovery.
In the past two days, he had watched a few movies, TV series, and novels with high intensity. He had also looked up a lot of information on the internet. The general framework of the story had appeared in his mind, and the background was almost complete.
Cui Geng suddenly had a strong desire to write the beginning of the story.
As the saying goes, everything is difficult at the beginning. But when it comes to creation, this is not necessarily true.
Most of them were full of inspiration at the beginning, and they wrote to their heart's content. However, the further they went, the slower they wrote. Their inspiration dried up, they got stuck, and they forgot the foreshadowing at the beginning. The whole structure became a mess, and in the end, they ended up being scolded like dogs.
At this time, Cui Geng was in a state of overflowing inspiration. He was eager to write the beginning of the story.
Therefore, most of the time, writing was easy at the beginning, but it would get harder as you went on.
Writing was something that consumed one's state of mind. There was a world of difference between what one wrote when one was in a good state and what one wrote when one was in a bad state. Inspiration was fleeting, so once authors had inspiration, they had to capture it immediately and record it down. Otherwise, some details would be lost forever.
Cui Geng arrived at the work area of the inspiration class.
The configuration here was similar to that of the study class, with a large screen, mechanical keyboard, and ergonomic chairs to ensure the most comfortable writing experience.
Cui Geng did not intend to write for too long. He just wanted to write a simple beginning, which would take at most one or two hours.
Booting up, creating a new document.
"Hmm, where should I start with this opening scene?"
While Cui Geng was thinking about the details, the time on the computer had unknowingly passed six o 'clock at night.
"Hmm, I think it's better to use an interlude at the beginning. Let's start from the moment when the protagonist changes his life goals."
Cui Geng made up his mind and reached for the mouse next to him, ready to adjust the font size and line spacing settings of the document to the format he was most comfortable with.
If he used the default font and name, he would feel uncomfortable all over.
However, Cui Geng's hand caught nothing.
Cui Geng: "…"
At that moment, he almost thought that there was something wrong with his cerebellum. The mouse was right in front of him, but he actually grabbed nothing. Even a Parkinson's patient could not be so ridiculous, right?
Cui Geng did not pay much attention to this small episode and continued to hold the mouse.
However, he still grabbed nothing!
This time, he saw it clearly. When his hand moved above the mouse, the mouse strangely moved to the upper right without any pattern!
Cui Geng was shocked. He quickly grabbed it a few times, but the mouse's reaction was much more sensitive than he had imagined. It kept moving irregularly, and he could not catch it!
At the same time, a notification popped up on the computer screen.
"It's time to get off work. Please go back and rest immediately. If you continue to work, you will trigger an alarm and leave a record. You will bear the consequences. "
Cui Geng: "…"
He was completely stunned. What kind of bewitching behavior was this?
He could not even work overtime!
The mouse was even more ridiculous. There was actually such a physical way to refuse to work overtime!
Cui Geng had gotten off work on time yesterday. He did not stay for long, so he had never encountered such a situation. Today was the first time.
"Forget it, I'll go to the nearby Fish-Catching Internet Cafe to write!"
Cui Geng had never expected that he would take the initiative to write during his rest time one day.
He had no choice. It was really uncomfortable not to write when the inspiration came. Cui Geng was afraid that if he did not write today, he would have forgotten all the details by Monday.
Thus, he immediately set off for the nearby Fish-Catching Internet Cafe, ready to write the beginning of the story there.
First, the title of the story.
After much consideration, Cui Geng decided on the English title first and then translated it into Chinese.
Suesr, successor.
The reason why it was translated as' successor 'instead of' heir 'was that it was mainly' succeeding 'the superhero abilities and identity of Captain World, not inheriting the legacy.
Cui Geng also thought about the style of the title. He painted the word 'suess' in bright red on the basis of the word 'suesr'.
There were three different meanings in this title:
First of all, in the background of the story, all the superheroes regarded themselves as the successors of the first generation superhero, 'Captain World'. Captain World dispersed his superpowers to the United States, giving everyone the possibility of becoming a superhero. At the same time, he was deeply loved by the people of the United States and was regarded as a role model for superheroes.
Therefore, all the superheroes who came later regarded themselves as successors, meaning that they would act like Captain World and not disappoint the people who supported them.
Second, there would be a very key plot in the book. It was a television show called successor. This show was an important part of the protagonist's plan.
Finally, the word 'suess' happened to be in the word 'suesr'.
Painting 'suess' in bright red implied that this was a story of a 'successor' on the surface, but in fact, it was a story of a 'winner'. On the surface, the so-called 'success' here was the 'success' of an ordinary person becoming a superhero, but in fact, it was the accumulation of blood and killing, the 'success' of an ambitious person achieving evil goals through dirty means.
Cui Geng carefully considered the specific writing method before starting to write the beginning.
There were many entry points at the beginning of the entire story. According to the habit of writing web novels, most of them would use the normal narrative method.
However, Cui Geng considered that strictly speaking, the content he was writing now should not be written in the way of a web novel. Instead, it should be written in the way of a movie script or a more literary short story. Therefore, in order to make the story more compact, he decided to use the interlude method.
Hope City, United States, 2010s, on a rainy night.
Hope City was one of the most prosperous cities on the east coast of the United States. The weather here was complicated and changeable. Sometimes, it was cloudy, and sometimes, it was clear.
This bustling metropolis was like a huge melting pot. Buildings of different styles could be seen everywhere in the city. Under the extravagance and extravagance on the surface, there were filth hidden in the dark alleys.
It was one of the most prosperous and rich cities in the United States. At the same time, it was also one of the cities with the highest crime rate in the United States.
However, with the cooperation of superheroes and the police, the crime rate here was decreasing year by year, just like the name of the city. The entire city and its citizens were bathed in hope.
The crime rate in Hope City might be high according to the data, but people could often see all kinds of superheroes patrolling in the air here. They could hear the news of criminal organizations being destroyed by superheroes every day. The citizens' sense of security and happiness was at the forefront of the United States.
Phil Simmons, the only son of the real estate tycoon Ryan Simmons, was a famous playboy in Hope City.
Sports cars, yachts, private jets, famous models, and sea parties. Phil was very good at spending money and enjoying himself.
Phil was not the richest rich second-generation heir, but he was definitely the most high-profile rich second-generation heir. He was 31 years old this year and had a strong sense of self-promotion. Through the accumulation of days and days, he had accumulated millions of fans for his personal social media account.
Millions of fans did not seem to be much compared to superheroes, entertainment and sports stars, and political figures who had tens of millions of fans. However, Phil was not a superhero, star, or political figure after all. As a pure rich second-generation heir, being able to obtain these fans had indeed shown his "talent" in certain aspects.
Of course, his Simmons Media Company had also contributed a lot in this aspect.
At that moment, this 1.92-meter-tall, handsome, perfect body, law doctorate and BA degree, CEO of Simmons Media Company, who had been proud of most of his life, was crying on the rooftop of a skyscraper that was under construction.
Out of fear, his uncontrollable urine stained the tailored and expensive trousers, leaving an embarrassing dark wet spot that was still slowly expanding.
The flamboyant scarlet tie that he loved so much was grabbed by an extremely thick, muscular, and hairy arm, and his entire body was already outside the rooftop. If not for the arm that was grabbing the tie, he would have fallen from a height of more than a thousand feet and come into close contact with the ground.
Phil Simmons' handsome face was completely distorted with fear. Tears, snot, and rainwater mixed together. A small portion of it flowed into his mouth that was begging for mercy, and a small portion of it was spat out along with a small portion of saliva.
"Please, don't kill me …"
"My dad has a lot of money. No matter how much you want, he'll give it to you …"
At that moment, the person who was grabbing Phil Simmons's bright red tie was a super burly man who was close to 2.5 meters tall and weighed close to 200 kilograms.
That night, when Phil Simmons was driving his sports car in the rain as usual, this burly man suddenly appeared in front of his sports car and smashed his beloved sports car into pieces. Then, he dragged Phil Simmons, who had fallen into a coma due to the impact, out of the deformed driver's seat. He carried him to the rooftop of the skyscraper that was still under construction like a chick.
When Phil Simmons woke up in the cold rain, his entire body was already hanging on the skyscraper. His life was in the hands of this burly man.
Phil Simmons had no intention of resisting at all because this burly man, who looked extremely ferocious, had strength similar to the weakest superhero.
There were not many "super villains" with such great destructive power in Hope City, but every single one of them gave the police in charge of maintaining the city's security a headache.
However, even though the crime rate in Hope City was high, it basically happened frequently in the streets where some poor and homeless people lived. Phil Simmons lived in the wealthy district. He had never encountered such a situation in his 31 years of life.
The extreme fear made his hands and feet turn cold, and he could not control his body. There was nothing he could do other than cry and beg for mercy.
On the other hand, this villain, who was like a mountain of flesh, looked at Phil Simmons' twisted expression with interest and smiled mockingly.
Villains could not compare to Phil Simmons in terms of background, looks, wealth, intelligence, and so on.
However, the villain had something that Phil Simmons did not have: power.
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