"Tong Yao! Tong Yao!"

Opening his eyes, the light in the room was already on. Zheng Jia sat next to him with concern. Tong Yao wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and smiled awkwardly at Zheng Jia.

"Haha, sorry, I'm disturbing you to rest again."

"It's okay, what's wrong with you these days? Why do you have nightmares when you fall asleep?"

Zheng Jia frowned, then reached out and touched her forehead.

"This isn't a fever..."

"Haha, maybe... maybe it's not resting, I'm fine, okay, hurry up and rest..."

Tong Yao knew about her own affairs, and said a few perfunctory words. Zheng Jia said oh, then turned over and lay down again.

She fell asleep very quickly, and snoring sounds came in almost two or three minutes.

In the room, the woman's face turned into its original appearance. She looked at the empty room and suddenly showed a sneer. She looked at the computer screen, as if she was talking to someone, and seemed to be talking to herself.

"Boy laughs, one day, I will break away from your control. I will cultivate her into the supreme god of the Internet, so that she can condense the twelve divine characters, and then, I will meet you again. At that time, I will let you know the feeling of regret!!!"

On the dark little bed, Zheng Jia was already asleep, but...

Tong Yao didn't dare to sleep this time. After lying down, she forced herself not to fall asleep. Who knows whether the woman's tongue was retracted?

But the sleepy thing was impossible to control. After lying down, I barely supported it for more than ten minutes and fell asleep again in a daze.

but……

After she opened her eyes, she did not see the woman this time, and the door in the room was not locked, but the door was open. Zheng Jia sat in the room, quietly typing behind the computer.

"woke up?"

"Uh...I...Where am I?"

"Where is it? In our room?"

Zheng Jia stopped his hand and was a little suspicious, then looked at Tong Yao. Before she could speak, she saw Tong Yao raise her hand and slap her face hard.

With a crisp sound and a slap, Zheng Jia almost became dumbfounded.

"Hiss...it hurts so much..."

Tong Yao almost cried with a slap. She got up and ran out of the door in slippers. Zheng Jia thought she was crazy about to jump off the building, so she quickly ran out of her seat and even brought the stool down.

As a result, after chasing out, Tong Yao did not run away, but just stood in the corridor and looked around.

"What's wrong with you Tong Yao?"

Zheng Jia's voice was a little deformed. Tong Yao ran to the corridor barefoot and laughed foolishly. She thought Tong Yao was mentally ill and she was so scared that she burst into tears.

"Haha, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm really fine... Hahaha..."

Tong Yao was so happy because she was awakened by the woman in the middle of the night and fell asleep again. In the middle of the night, she never dreamed of this woman again. She slept until dawn. This feeling was so wonderful.

What is particularly important is that she feels that she will probably not dream of this woman in the future. If this is true, although she lacks the guidance from the other party, at least she can sleep soundly, and then she will be happy.

However, this happiness did not last long. After falling asleep at night, Tong Yao began to kneel again...

After closing her eyes and falling asleep, she entered the room again.

"Come?"

"I……"

The woman smiled faintly, as if she was not happening yesterday.

"Sit down."

Tong Yao was speechless and embarrassed, and the woman smiled.

"Come on, I promise, I'll say hello to you in advance next time I stick out my tongue."

"You promised it last time..."

"Did I say it last time? I don't remember..."

Tong Yao:...

Seeing Tong Yao standing still, the woman joked with a smile.

"Here, if you don't have external influence, you can't go out by yourself. If you want to go out, you can only scare you out, so... you have to thank me."

"I……"

"Come on, don't waste your time. Don't you want to write? I can teach you that although I didn't write anything earth-shaking when I was alive, a lean camel is bigger than a horse, so it's more than enough to teach you. Besides, writing and teaching are different things. If you don't write well, it doesn't necessarily mean you're not good at teaching. For example, the teacher in your school can train you to take the exam for Qinghua, but she may not be able to get into Qinghua herself."

Tong Yao pulled the door, but the door didn't move at all. She looked at the woman and the house again.

She thought to herself that there was nothing she could do now.

The room is only sixteen square meters in total, and the bed, cabinet and table occupy half of the space. Even if I want to run, I have no place to run. I can't go out, but I can't go out. This woman... No, if this female ghost wants to scare herself, it depends on her mood?

Now my situation is like the meat on a sticky board. People can cut it whenever they want, and chop it whenever they want.

Thinking of this, she lamented, and then plucked her courage. She walked to the woman and sat down, smiled embarrassedly and apologized and showed weakness.

"Master, I was wrong yesterday. I shouldn't say that the book you wrote was not good. In fact, my own book scores were worse. Don't be angry, next time... don't scare me, I'm timid."

"Don't worry, I've said that if I want to scare you next time, I will definitely tell you just in advance. Okay, we have limited time to meet, so let's talk about the important things."

Tong Yao nodded embarrassedly, the woman sorted out her thoughts for a moment, and then began to talk.

"Yesterday I told you the three elements that new people must pay attention to in new books. Today I am going to tell you the characteristics of each category and understand the characteristics of each category. It is very important for new writers.

If you can understand the characteristics of each category, then choose a category that suits you to create and achieve twice the result with half the effort! On the contrary, if you choose the wrong category, you will achieve half the result with twice the result.

For example, now you also know that the number of starting fantasy categories is the most, and eight of the ten new authors are all in the fantasy category, which directly leads to the geometric multiple of the competition difficulty of fantasy..."

"Oh, I know this. Someone in our communication group a few days ago said that now the fantasy category is the grave of all newcomers. I just don't understand why so many people like to write fantasy."

"That's because fantasy is easy to write, ascension, cultivation of immortals, becoming ghosts, gods, demons, and beasts. You can write it, and your imagination can roam at will in the word document.

In addition, the base of fantasy readers is also large. Many people also have the intention of becoming a god with a book and making a name for themselves. They all squeeze into a single-plank bridge. But what happened? Ninety percent of the authors can't even sign a contract. Even if they sign a contract, they can't get a recommendation position because of the fierce competition. If there is no recommendation, they will be dead after they have enough words to be put on the shelves in the later stage.
Chapter completed!