Fortunately, Fan Ziruo's small regular script was still very beautiful, and her writing reflected her personality, which somewhat dispelled He Yunxiao's dissatisfaction.
After finishing one page, He Yunxiao turned to the manuscript to look for the next page, only to find it was gone...
Why did you give me such a thick stack of manuscript paper when there's only one page...?
He Yunxiao realized something quite serious.
"Ziruo, how long did it take you to write this page of your novel?"
"Two hours."
He Yunxiao: ...
I wrote over a thousand words in four hours, this...
He Yunxiao immediately stopped thinking about online novels. He secretly calculated that this speed was actually quite fast among authors who write physical books.
He Yunxiao had always known about Fan Ziruo's shortcomings.
To put it bluntly, she's not good at storytelling.
It fails to provide readers with the information needed for the story, lacks plot twists and turns, and has a whole host of other problems. In short, it simply doesn't know how to tell a story.
But when he thought of Fan Ziruo's hard-earned 68 points of goodwill, he couldn't bring himself to say the words of criticism He Yunxiao was about to utter.
He Yunxiao knew that if he didn't say it, she wouldn't understand. But the price of telling the truth was the 68 points of favorability he had painstakingly earned!
He Yunxiao hesitated.
He thought he might as well lie to her and coax her until she reached 80% favorability, then tell her the truth...
But He Yunxiao immediately rejected this idea.
Damn it, why do I want to pull this trick again? Just think about how my wife from the South Pearl family died!
"Young Master." Seeing He Yunxiao hesitate there, Fan Ziru could guess what was going on.
"Young Master, Ziruo understands."
He Yunxiao asked in surprise, "What do you know?"
"My novel is not well written."
He Yunxiao has no intention of repeating his old tricks of deceiving young girls. Thanks to his wife Nanzhu's education, he has completely realized his mistake.
Putting down the manuscript, He Yunxiao asked, "Do you know where it's not well written?"
Fan Ziruo's hands clasped together on the table, but she smiled and said, "Judging from your expression, you seem hesitant. If there were only one flaw, you probably wouldn't be so hesitant. So, my novel is probably bad in every way."
He Yunxiao sighed inwardly.
I have to say, Ziruo is really too smart.
This was indeed He Yunxiao's idea, but he has now changed his mind.
He Yunxiao reached out and grabbed Fan Ziruo's hesitant little hand on the table, his stern gaze fixed directly into her eyes.
"Ziruo, I just want you to tell me one thing: are you happy when you're writing novels?"
Fan Ziruo knew best that men and women should not touch each other, so of course she didn't want He Yunxiao to hold her hand. But now He Yunxiao's gaze was like the warm winter sun, warm and powerful, making her forget her actions.
When asked by He Yunxiao, she instinctively replied, "Yes, I'm happy."
"Ziruo, believe me. Don't care about what others think. As long as you're happy, your novel is the best!"
Fan Ziruo's favorability rating has increased from 68 to 73.
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