Chapter 195 I hope classmate Ji Chen can talk to me in my bed
Although the task rewards released by the system this time are very tempting.
But the difficulty is not generally high.
After all, you have to complete a short story within 5 days, upload it to the website, and gain 300,000 loyal fans.
It's a bit too difficult.
After all, when it comes to writing novels, Ji Chen knows nothing about it except those novels in his head that do not exist in this world.
But when it comes to writing novels, he has the author roommate Fan Zhuo by his side, which can help him avoid many detours.
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Ji Chen returned to school and went straight to the classroom.
When I arrived at the classroom, there were just a few minutes left before class started.
When the female classmates saw this handsome figure, they immediately started to murmur.
"Student Ji Chen looks so handsome today!"
"How could I be so lucky as to be in the same class with Ji Chen?"
"Slurp, slurp... To be honest, I'm quite lonely. I really hope that a boy like Ji Chen can talk to me in my bed for a while."
"Tsk tsk, he already has a girlfriend, can you be more reserved? Is that even right?! But, I have time tonight. I can go into bed with you and talk. Not just for a while, but all night long? (? ? ?ω? ? ?)?"
"Hey! Dream on, you bastard! You have such a dirty mind!"
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At this time, Yun Chuan, who was sitting on the seat, waved towards Ji Chen.
"Old Ji, the seat is reserved, here!"
"Coming." Ji Chen said, and walked towards Yun Chuan'an.
Of course, for all required courses, the other roommates in the dormitory will basically sit together.
Ji Chen came to his seat, and just as he sat down, Fan Zhuo and others all looked at him with inquiring eyes.
Fan looked past Zhao Ran beside him and said to Ji Chen, "Old Ji, tell me, did you go with that cute girl or your girlfriend yesterday? After the commendation meeting, you were nowhere to be seen."
Zhao Ran held a pen in one hand and pressed his notebook with the other. "Exactly. I was planning to order you some grilled fish to celebrate, but I didn't expect you to run away and stay out all night! So, who asked you to leave us yesterday? Was it a cute girl or your girlfriend? I'll write it down in my notebook."
Yun Chuan touched his chin and said, "I think she should be his real girlfriend."
After all, when others were blindly eating dog food yesterday, he was actually eating the dog food of the couple on the stage, which made him very full.
Ji Chen did not comment, "I just went to my master's house for dinner yesterday and played chess with him." Then he made the little white rabbit catch a cold.
Ji Chen sighed as he spoke, then looked at Yun Chuan and said, "Anzi, guess who I met yesterday?"
Yun Chuan: "Who?"
Ji Chen: "Your master, Lin Changsheng, happens to be a friend of my master."
"What the hell, what a coincidence?" Yun Chuan was surprised for a moment, then came to his senses and asked in confusion, "Master...didn't he say he was going to the imperial capital?"
Yesterday morning, when Ji Chen told his master that he would not sell the paintings, Yun Chuan'an was afraid that the old man would be sad, so he said he would visit him to comfort him. He remembered that his master said he had to go to the imperial capital for an urgent matter?
Yin Hao, who had been silent all this time, pushed his glasses up and said, "Actually, your master just doesn't want to see you. I guess your paintings have left a deep shadow on him."
Yun Chuan: "Ah, this..."
Ji Chen thought for a moment and nodded, "It's very likely."
Yun Chuan: "Ah, this, this..."
Zhao Ran agreed with a smile, "You know what, maybe the ones I drew while playing basketball are a little more realistic than An Zi's, hahaha."
Yun Chuan: "Ah, this, this, this..."
Fan Zhuo remained noncommittal. "All three of you should be more confident. Remove the 'estimates' and 'possibly'. It's fine. After all, after nine years of painstaking effort to train An Zi, it's a blessing that Elder Lin didn't get irritated and leave with his ink painting skills!"
I can’t stand it any longer, I don’t need to stand it any longer!
Yun Chuan took a deep breath, slammed the table, and glared at Fan Zhuo and the others, "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, don't look down on the young with clumsy hands!"
After saying that, he looked at Ji Chen and said, "Old Ji! Teach me how to paint Chinese paintings! I want to become a master of Chinese painting and slap these big guys in the face."
Fan Zhuo: "Ha! If you really learn it, I'll call you daddy!"
Zhao Ran: "Don't mention dad, even grandpa will do!"
Yin Hao pushed his glasses and said, "If Anzi can really learn it, it should all be Old Ji's credit, so we should call him Old Ji."
Fan Zhuo: "No problem, if Old Ji can teach An Zi well, I will be happy to call him dad!"
Zhao Ran: "That's fine with me too!"
Ji Chen: "Huh??"
Are people sitting in the classroom?
Children and grandchildren come from heaven?
However, compared to having more children and grandchildren, he has more important things to do.
Ji Chen thought for a moment before saying, "Put some time on teaching Anzi Chinese painting."
As he spoke, he looked at Fan Zhuo and said, "Desk, I plan to write a short story in the next two days. Can you teach me how to publish it on the website?"
Anyway, painting can be taught at any time, but this time the system's task is urgent, so he has to complete the task first.
When Fan Zhuo and the others heard Ji Chen's words, they were all slightly stunned!
What?
Now Ji Chen is planning to enter the novel industry again?
Can he write novels?
Are you kidding?
He looked across the table at Yun Chuan who was standing beside him and said to Ji Chen, "Old Ji, what are you thinking? Isn't it good to make a living by relying on your looks? Why do you suddenly want to just code and hide?"
The main thing is that Ji Chen can make a living by singing or painting, so why does he suddenly want to write a novel?
Yun Chuan'an was also puzzled. He pushed away Fan Zhuo's face, which was very close to his own, and said to Ji Chen, "Old Ji, haven't you heard that writing novels is a dead end? Isn't Fan Zhuo an example? He can't even find a girlfriend, and you're still so upset?"
Fan Zhuo: “…”
Zhao Ran also frowned. "I'd rather play basketball than write a novel. I can't stand sitting at the computer desk typing all day."
Yin Hao pushed his glasses up and said, "Besides, it's easy to get hemorrhoids if you sit for a long time."
After Yin Hao finished speaking, Yun Chuan and the others all looked at Fan Zhuo...
Fan Zhuo was panicking: "Fuck! I didn't do that. Don't take it personally!"
Ji Chen smiled and said, "I just wanted to write a short story on a whim. I've almost figured out the content, but I need to talk to the desk about how to upload and publish it."
Seeing Ji Chen's excited look, Fan Zhuo didn't want to say anything more. He patted his chest and said, "Sure, you can ask me if you have any questions. But generally, new writers will have to wait for several books to fail before they can get popular. You should be mentally prepared, especially for short stories, which are not very popular."
After all, Fan Zhuo is also an old failure. He has no experience of success, but he has a lot of experience of failure. He feels it is necessary to let Ji Chen prepare mentally first.
Ji Chen smiled and said, "No problem."
Ji Chen naturally felt that the task given by the system this time was a bit difficult.
However, before coming to school, he checked on his mobile phone and found that many classic foreign novels were not even available in this parallel world.
And now he has a super memory and can recall all the classic works he read in his previous life.
In particular, he had read a famous short story called "The Nose" in his previous life, which had left a deep impression on him.
This is one of the short stories written by Ryunosuke Akutagawa, a very famous writer in Japan.
The implication contained in it is consistent with the mentality of many people in today's society and is easy to resonate with.
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