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【Narcissus: [Novel link]】
[Narcissus: This novel seems interesting?]
Fanlan clicked on the link sent by Narcissus, and as expected, the publication page of "The Genius General and His Destined Hero" popped up. He responded with a string of ellipsis.
[To Narcissus: Do you have time to read some books recently? ]
[Narcissus: I heard Walf and the others discussing the protagonist's sense of déjà vu, so I flipped through it.]
Walf is one of Narcissus's female servants and the captain of his guard.
[Narcissus: Do you know the author? Still Waters Run Deep?]
[To Narcissus: Yes, a new friend. ]
[Narcissus: It seems like we are getting along well~]
Fanlan did not deny it. After thinking for a while, he added something.
[To Narcissus: Brother Sissi, don't do unnecessary things. ]
【Narcissus: Okay. 】
[Narcissus: well-behaved and sensible.jpg]
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Yamu Lian did not return to Qinglu Star quickly. The nature of his work was the same everywhere, so he slowly negotiated and finalized matters with the publishing company in the capital star. In his spare time, he would ask Fanlan out for a drink and tea, and get some inspiration for his new book.
That day, they were sitting in an open-air cafe drinking afternoon tea. Fan Lan glanced at the information on his terminal and suddenly asked, "Do you mind if my other friend comes over and sits with us?"
Yame Ren made a casual gesture.
Twenty minutes later, Shu Hao appeared on the street at lightning speed. He looked around and soon saw the conspicuous Fan Lan. He walked quickly to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down. "Huh - I'm finally out. If I stay at home for another second, I'll be suffocated to death!"
After he finished his habitual complaints, he noticed that there was another insect opposite Fanlan, and it seemed to be a female insect - even though it was not as strong. Shuhao was a little stiff for a moment, and he silently shifted his gaze to Fanlan, wondering who this was.
"This is Yame Ren, a writer. Ren, this is Shu Hao, a military hero."
Yamu Lian's originally uninterested gaze changed slightly, and he turned his attention back to Shuhao, as if he wanted to judge and analyze the composition of this male insect with an unusual identity.
Shuhao's hair stood on end when he was looked at by him. The experience of receiving strange looks from female insects whenever he mentioned that he had joined the army made him reflexively unhappy. Even though it was impolite on their first meeting, Shuhao still glared back with a bad face. If he had not considered that the other party might be Fanlan's friend, he would probably have raised an uncivilized finger at this moment.
Fanlan clapped his hands, interrupting the eye contact between the two friends.
"Ah Hao, don't you like to read Lian's novels? Those are the ones about, uh, domineering military officers dominating the universe."
This is not difficult to understand. Shuhao, a former Earth otaku, was obsessed with Urban Soldier King in the past. Now that he adapts to the local customs, it is inevitable that he will be interested in Star Marshal.
Fanlan had seen the pages of the novel hanging on his light screen window more than once.
Shuhao was startled for a moment, then reacted. He couldn't help but stare at Yame Lian in amazement and said loudly, "Are you the author of "The Domineering Officer Chasing Love Across Thousands of Miles"?!"
Yamu Lian nodded, and continued to look at Shuhao with interest. It was hard to imagine that this thin, cute black-haired male insect would appear in the army. Should I say he is worthy of being Fanlan's friend? There is always an unconventional way.
However, Shuhao did not change his attitude 180 degrees just because the other party was the author of his favorite novel. He just retracted his pretended fierce glare, pulled the corners of his mouth slightly stiffly, then lowered his head in a barely polite manner, and drank coffee in silence, as if the coffee from this shop was some kind of incomparable delicacy.
When you don’t know what to say, just drink coffee.
Later, under Fanlan's leadership, the afternoon tea finally became more enjoyable and had normal topics and conversations.
As we chatted, the topic gradually slid into some unconventional directions.
"... Well, Master Jingshui, uh... First of all, your book is very well written. Really, when I was preparing to join the army and when I just joined the army, it was because of your book that I didn't feel so confused. But I just want to ask... In your stories, the protagonist female insect is always the king, sweeping across the stars, and then the male insect as the other half of the protagonist is like a wallflower, showing up symbolically, and even only showing up at the end to represent that the protagonist has finally become the winner of insect life, like a symbol of... success."
"Do you also think that the role of male insects is to highlight the success of female insects, that male insects do not need to have plots, and that male insects themselves do not have ambitions?"
"Male insects can't and won't do what female insects can do, can they?"
When he said the last sentence, Shuhao's originally hesitant tone had become tough. He stared at Yame Lian with an implicit stubborn look that he himself did not notice, waiting for the other party to say the same old answer that he already knew.
Yes, this is why Shuhao's attitude towards Yame Lian did not become more attentive, even though he was a loyal reader of every book of the other party and had rewarded her with a lot of ships.
But the reason I liked Jing Shui's books was just a hobby for cool writing, and later it became a need for military literacy. If Shuhao was still a man and simply regarded the Zerg as a creative setting, then he might feel very happy reading Jing Shui's books, and the number of reward ships would be several times more. But Shuhao is a male Zerg now, so every time I follow Jing Shui's books, after enjoying it from the protagonist's perspective as the plot develops, I close the reading interface and wait for the aftertaste to come to my mind a little later. Thinking of the pitifully small amount of space and description involved in the book that describes the male Zerg, the original pleasure gradually fades away and becomes a little unpleasant.
The male insect is always the background board in the book, a pretty vase, an eighty-tier character who is so stereotyped that it cannot be more stereotyped, and is called the male protagonist but is actually completely marginalized.
The length and richness of its characters are even inferior to those of the women in Long Aotian's novels produced on Earth.
However, Yame Ren's answer was not what he expected.
The writer said, “No.”
He continued as Shuhao looked slightly stunned, "Or rather, male insects don't need plots, because the market isn't interested in male insect plots."
"I mean, about the kind of plot you're talking about. The only plot they're interested in is the kind where the male insect falls in love with the protagonist and treats him differently."
"It's not because male insects don't have ambitions, but because no insect cares whether a male insect has ambitions or not."
“…” Shuhao opened his mouth, but found that he didn’t know what to say.
Yame Lian looked at him, and her gaze was so clear and direct that Shuhao wanted to avoid it. He heard the female insect's cold voice saying something inconsistent.
"I write books to make money, to earn money from the pockets of the female insects who occupy 90% of the market, so I write what they want to see. Although I am the original author, the creator in the eyes of all insects, I am just a ghostwriter of the consciousness nurtured and catalyzed by this society."
He curled his lips and said, "I'm not really a 'writer'."
"But." Shuhao realized at this moment that the female insect in front of him was different from other female insects. She was obviously not trapped in the inertial thinking that most female insects were addicted to, but she was doing things that were more representative than any female insect with inertial thinking. This made Shuhao couldn't help but say, "So you also know that the setting of your male insect protagonist is not really reasonable, very simple, thin, and can't stand at all, right? Why don't you consider writing a flesh-and-blood male insect?"
"Why not let him have his own ideas, goals, dreams and personal life, instead of just being a reward for your female protagonist?"
“It’s not really reasonable…” Yame Lian repeated this sentence, still facing Shuhao’s increasingly excited voice calmly.
"Why do you feel that this doesn't really make sense?"
He raised his chin and gestured in the direction of Fanlan who was quietly eating snacks.
"What do you think all male insects look like, like him?"
“……” Shuhao was speechless.
"Or like you?"
“…”
“What this world looks like and what this world needs to look like is what I write about.”
"So-called 'hardcore', so-called 'real', these labels on the cover of the novel, do you really think they are only for military knowledge?"
“…”
At this moment, Fanlan sighed, silently cutting off Yame Lian, whose tone was calm but whose words were gradually becoming sharp. He patted Shuhao's frozen hand and pushed the plate of delicious mousse foam cake next to his friend's coffee cup.
"When will you return to the army?"
"...I haven't thought about it yet." Shuhao answered dryly, eating the mousse cake in front of him without any taste.
"I'll go back and work as a military clerk. My transfer application hasn't been approved yet, so I haven't made up my mind." But he really didn't want to stay at home any longer. Even though he had tried his best not to go back to the Shu family mansion, being in this area, there would always be a reason for those stubborn relatives to come to his house.
"Don't be impatient, Hao."
"Don't rush to make a decision until you've made up your mind."
Fanlan wasn't just saying this for nothing. He pushed over his terminal screen, which showed two tickets for a long-distance space shuttle.
"Do you want to go out for a walk?"
"Let's take a trip to escape at any time."
Shuhao stared at the boat ticket with glittering gold edges on the screen, stunned.
"I……"
"Sometimes there is no shame in running away, Ahao."
Fanlan didn't have to wait for Shuhao's answer. He stirred the coffee stick twice and continued to eat the delicious cake. It seemed that his sugar intake today would exceed the limit...
After finishing three cups of coffee, Shuhao left. Before leaving, he hugged Fanlan tightly. Half of his face was buried in the blond male insect's shoulder, his lips moved, but in the end he still couldn't say anything.
Watching Shuhao leave, Yame Lian said sarcastically, "Is my tool useful, sir?"
Fanlan blinked at him sheepishly: "I didn't mean to do that. Ah Hao just happened to say he was nearby."
"Isn't this good? Facing reality sooner rather than later will make things smoother for a bug like him."
"Well... who knows."
Fan Lan was tapping away on the terminal screen, replying to someone's message. He asked casually, "Now that you have recognized the reality, do you feel more comfortable?"
"No." Yame Lian answered immediately.
Fanlan smiled, as if to say, look.
Yame Ren shrugged and paid the bill.
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