Yue Qingyan turned the card over, and the words were indeed written on the back:

The second additional requirement is:

The number of characters exceeds 100.

Yue Qingyan was so amused and laughed. It turned out that he was afraid of what he was. 100 characters? If he didn't want to write a three-country article to support the scene and fill in the numbers, then this would be a work of a masterpiece of great works. Moreover, it seriously violated his previous plan: write a long article with a length of about 200,000 or 300,000 yuan and handed it to the Ming Dynasty to start operating.

But what can it be done? In order to seize the time, he must start writing immediately.

While Yue Qingyan was worried about his creative plan, those who received his manuscripts had already started reading. Whether it was A Yue, Mi Wu and Du Xiao, it was not surprising that this point was still working. But Mooresheng was also reading novels.

Although Moersheng wrote mediocrely, his appreciation was still online. When she saw the novel, she could already understand what Yue Qingyan wanted to say to him. However, even so, this is not a vague expression and it cannot make Moersheng feel any retardation. Some are helpless and a little congested, that's all.

The next day, when Zhou Yanyan, a friend in the same dormitory, saw Mooresheng sitting on the bed with a sluggish face, his eyes stagnant.

"What's wrong? Xiao Mo, did that Yue Qingyan bully you?" Zhou Yanyan immediately came up, checked up and down, and found that nothing was abnormal.

Mooresheng held his cell phone tightly in his hand. The screen of the cell phone was still on.

"He wrote a novel for me." Mooresheng's voice was a little confused.

"Oh? Isn't this a good thing?" Zhou Yanyan snatched Mooresheng's phone. The article "Broken Story Heart" on the screen was lit. Although Zhou Yanyan did not join the literary thesis club, she was also from the Chinese department and her basic reading literacy was still good. After reading such a short article, she felt a little sad. They all heard Yue Qingyan's level of level, and he also followed several classes in school, and many students had seen him. To be honest, since he could be recognized by Jin Chen, it would not be bad anyway. But reading what he wrote was a completely different feeling.

"Really, it's amazing." Zhou Yanyan could only give such a rough feeling from the perspective of the novel. In all aspects of structure, writing, design, and conception, "The Heart of Broken Story" is a masterpiece, and even gives people a feeling from the golden age of short stories.

But when it comes to the impact this article has brought to Moersheng, Zhou Yanyan cannot help but feel that Yue Qingyan is really decisive, but also very heartless. A good girl like Moersheng takes the initiative to chase him. Will he die in vain? A beautiful woman is willing to get along with you intimately. Even if she doesn't like it, wouldn't she be cold? Even if she shows her demeanor, she would just not turn Moersheng into bed...

Zhou Yanyan didn't understand why Yue Qingyan was confused about such things, but after thinking about it, he thought of a way to comfort Moersheng.

"I'll be hurt like this before I even started. This is the most annoying thing about falling in love with the author." Zhou Yanyan said such words, with a smile on his face. "And this Yue Qingyan obviously knows how to sharpen this knife as fast as possible."

"I didn't ask you what you thought about after watching it." Mooresheng shook his head. "What should I do?"

"He is at least a good person. If he feels it is not suitable, he refuses. You can't find a boyfriend, why are you so confused? He will teach you how to write something well." Zhou Yanyan said: "He is much more generous than you in this regard and calmer than you."

"I'm not willing to give up. Such a guy..." Mooresheng's chin rested on his knees, hugged his legs, and said, "How can one meet a more interesting person for the rest of his life?"

"interesting?"

"Yes... I don't know what will happen in the future, but when I get along with him, I'm really full of surprises at all times."

"Girl, are you crazy?" Zhou Yanyan said: "He doesn't necessarily dislike you, he just thinks it's not suitable, so it's better not to go on. This is the attitude of living. You just want to just play with it. What's going on with you?"

"I don't know, but if I don't try it, how can I know if it's not suitable? ...He..."

Zhou Yanyan interrupted Mooresheng: "It may be that he is not suitable. Peng Jingkang came back and admitted his thug, saying that he could see people in his bones. Do you think you have a secret to him?"

Moersheng didn't say anything. Zhou Yanyan sighed and said, "I won't stop you from looking for death. He just read a novel for you. Don't say anything, just praise it for writing well. No matter what his implication is, he just pretends that he didn't see it and didn't know it. Anyway, he was not writing it. And... he was not unhappy, probably just thought it was inappropriate. What you didn't read was that he wanted to touch it and retracted his hand? Girl, this is trying to touch it."

Mooresheng's eyes lit up. "You mean..."

Zhou Yanyan quickly cleared it out: "I didn't say anything. But this is possible. Haven't you always been very confident in yourself? You are not ugly than others, and your figure doesn't have to be worse than others... Well, of course, it's also a reality to have a smaller breast. You, a beautiful girl in the school beauties class, is willing to flirt with her lower body. Do you really think he is a wooden man? Well, but it's hard to say..."

Mooresheng was afraid that Zhou Yanyan would continue to "childish words without any prejudice", so he quickly stopped: "Hey, don't pull it."

Zhou Yanyan: "Those who can write good Huang's articles are all virgins, and those who can write good romance are not allowed to believe it in a few paragraphs? Anyway, the following will definitely work. Don't fall too deep."

Mooresheng: "Go and go, don't talk nonsense, what are you talking about?"

Zhou Yanyan snorted coldly: "If you are energetic, you don't need me anymore? You don't need to practice kicking someone out of bed. Go and buy me breakfast and thank me, go quickly."

Mooresheng was also a little crazy. If it weren't for the admiration mentality, she might have more freedom and more natural in getting along with each other. However, in her feelings, Yue Qingyan seemed to have a natural and unattainable depth. In writing and thinking about writing, it was at best just one side he showed. But this is about falling in love. Someone must take the initiative to continue the conversation. Otherwise, even if the feelings between the two parties are right, they will soon end in vain.

After Zhou Yanyan pointed out a little, Mo Ersheng really thought more broadly. Yue Qingyan did write a novel for her, one with a very high quality. This kind of treatment is at least unique so far. Indeed, you can feel that he will never be a person without a story. The question is whether he will share his past and who will share it with.

After thinking through this, "The Heart of Broken Story" seemed to have a completely opposite force, pushing Mooresheng to continue to learn more about Yue Qingyan.

Yue Qingyan, except for the computer, had packed all other luggage. At this moment, he was waiting for the special car to pick him up, while listing characters on the computer according to the roles and factions.

For Yue Qingyan, there are 100 characters, not only that, but there are actually a lot more. I'm afraid he needs to subdivide the whole book to start. Such a complex novel is not only very difficult to prepare, but also important to maintain and review and revise during the writing process. His expected number of words is 2 million, divided into ten volumes, and then supplemented some personal biographies, and make up the characters as extras. These extras can be accompanied by several articles in each volume, but the workload is not large anyway.

However, for such a piece of work, there must be a dedicated person responsible for checking the many facts and definitions before and after the work. It is no problem to rely on the author himself. If the author misunderstood the place he wrote when he wrote, he may not read the problem after reading it repeatedly. There is no way. When the author reads what he wrote, he often does not read it, but is prompting and verifying it. A few characters can prompt the entire chapter that was originally stored in his mind.

Unless the wrong thing is the fields prompted by those seats, there is a great possibility that the author cannot read the typos and grammatical problems he wrote.

Yue Qingyan wondered whether he should find someone to help him do such a proofreading job.

A Yue and others who received another article from Yue Qingyan were once again amazed. Mi Wu was very envious of the speed of Yue Qingyan's famous quotes. You should know that romance novels actually rely on such things that readers call "golden sentences". Although "golden sentences" are also routine, they are not as natural as the original one. Naturally, the impression they leave is deeper.

After years of accumulation in the romance field, she could think of how profound the sentences in this article would leave a readers and what scope they would spread.

"Xiao Yue, what are you doing?" At ninety o'clock, when it was probably not disturbing people, Mi Wu called Yue Qingyan.

"I'm in the car and moving." Yue Qingyan said.

"You're the only one?" Mi Wu was stunned. It felt really not good to move alone.

"There are few things, so there is no need to alarm everyone." Yue Qingyan said with a smile.

Mi Wu was stunned for a moment and said, "Go to gather that night? Help you go to the warm home."

"Okay. I'll send you the address later."

Moving is indeed because there are too few things and are not good enough. The things are all set up, and the newly rented space is still empty. When Yue Qingyan went out to buy things in the supermarket, Moersheng called. The tone that seemed to be completely unchanged made Yue Qingyan a little worried and a little sad. How could a girl be indifferent to such things? However, Moersheng chose to show it like this.

However, he had no intention of pushing Morsheng to a point. He said that he would come to the place where he lived in the evening, and that Miwu and the others would come.

"Ah? Is that grand?" Mooresheng said: "Then how are you going to entertain everyone?"

"There are supermarkets, takeaways...it's probably the case."

"I'll order in advance. You can buy it first, buy all the things, and I'll sort out your order a little."

Yue Qingyan sighed: "Okay, don't be too troublesome. I really have nothing to do. It's very troublesome to prepare everything."

Who would have thought? Could it be that the role of his novels is not to persuade him to retreat?
Chapter completed!