At 8:30, Huang Yifan and Wuhen came to Zengzi Academy together.

However, as soon as the two entered Zengzi Academy, they instantly became the focus of all writers.

Wuhen is fine, but there is nothing to say at first glance.

But Huang Yifan looked at it in one go.

"Who is this person? Is he too young? Are you 20 years old? You are here to participate in Zengzi Academy training?"

"I don't know, I don't know."

"These two are online writers who write online novels. The older one on the left is called Wuhen, and the one behind seems to be the best in the world."

"The world's number one white, puff, let alone other things, just his pseudonym, I'm going to laugh. Also, this guy is too young. No matter how genius Guo Cheng Han Jin was, he didn't have the chance to enter Zengzi Academy because he was too young. This guy is so young, he has never had the chance to enter Zengzi Academy. This guy is even younger than Guo Cheng Han Jin, why did he let him come to Zengzi Academy?"

"Who knows the consciousness of the superior?"

"Ha, I understand, I'm another writer who flatters the government."

A group of writers whispered, but Huang Yifan and Wuhen did not hear it.

However, judging from their appearance, they are obviously not very friendly.

Frowning, Huang Yifan moved into the room arranged by Zengzi Academy under the arrangement of the staff.

"Two people, according to the college arrangement, there is no activity arrangement from 8:30 in the morning to 12 noon. They go to the second floor to have a buffet at 12 noon, and attend the meeting from 2:00 in the afternoon. This is the event arrangement. Now from noon, the two people can move freely. If they want to communicate with other writers, they can go to the lounge on the first floor, where many writers are there."

Thanking the staff, Huang Yifan turned on the computer and prepared to write.

"Ah. Bai Da, you're too diligent, you'll write as soon as you come."

Seeing Huang Yifan typing, Wuhen said with a smile.

"I'm busy at school these days, and I only write a few thousand words a day. Now I'm here to participate in Zengzi Academy's training. Now I have time now. I have to code a few chapters. Otherwise, I will stop updating and my brothers will not have to kill me."

"Stop here. I don't know how hard it is for your brothers. The book review area asks you to have a good rest every day. Don't always explode, you should pay attention to your health. Do you know what others say in my book review area? Sister, I'm asking me to explode every day, and what about ten updates a day, and twenty updates a day. Someone even shouts that 100 updates a day. Alas, it's really a life."

"Don't be cute. Readers will update you every day to prove that your book is good. There are not many people reading my book, so everyone asked me to write it well and don't be so."

"Continue to install, continue to install."

Wuhen looked at Huang Yifan. "I have saved dozens of chapters of manuscripts, and these days are enough. I won't code with you. In this way, I will go to the lounge on the first floor to chat with other writers."

"OK."

Huang Yifan nodded, but also reminded him, "Those traditional writers are very noble. If you don't speak for yourself, don't talk nonsense with them."

"I know, 314 has also explained it. Don't worry, I know how to do it."

As he said that, Wuhen left.

About an hour later, Huang Yifan wrote a chapter.

Alas, I'm so tired.

Damn, the new book is original, and every chapter needs to be conceived incredibly.

It's much more tiring than copying books.

My sister, after writing this book, I will never do original work again.

Well, in the future, we will carry out the great cause of copying books to the end.

Anyway, this original work is a success, and it completely satisfys Huang Yifan's writing wish.

Moreover, there were too many classic works in my previous life. If I didn’t copy them into this world, it would be a pity to think about it.

It is better to speed up the time and copy out a number of classics.

Click to upload, but at this time, Wuhen knocked on the door and came in.

"Why, Wuhen, I'm back after chatting for a while."

Seeing Wuhen coming back, Huang Yifan put down his keyboard and stopped typing.

"Don't mention it."

Wuhen looked depressed, "You are right. All of those guys are extremely noble. It's fine to think they are awesome, but they always ask some questions that make people angry when they hear it."

"What have you asked?"

Huang Yifan asked.

"If you don't say it, you'll probably be popular too if you say it."

"Tell me, I want to hear it too."

Huang Yifan doesn't care.

"Okay, since you want to listen, don't be depressed after listening."

Somewhat helplessly, Wuhen said.

"Just just got off the floor, the writers greeted me one after another. They were very enthusiastic at first, and I thought these writers were pretty good. However, after just a few chats, the nature of those guys came out. Then, I asked me which university I graduated from. I was not a third-rate university, and I was embarrassed to say it out loud."

"Is there anything we are embarrassed to say, is it embarrassing to say it after graduating from a third-rate university? It's better than ordinary people. Besides, what does writing have to do with academic qualifications? Why don't you tell him that Teacher Yan Bing hasn't even graduated from junior high school?"

"I think so too, but 314 said, don't conflict with them, so I endured it. Later, they asked me what work I wrote, and I said I am writing "Three Flowers Gathering" now."

"Then, they probably said, "When they heard the title of your book, it was a broken name, three flowers gathered together, and three flowers gathered together, without any literary nature, and probably not very well written."

Before Wuhen could continue talking, Huang Yifan took over and said.

"Damn, Bai Da, how did you know that those writers said that."

"Then why don't you reply, where is the literary value of their works reflected?"

"If I answered like this, wouldn't I have to argue with them?"

"No trace, no trace."

Huang Yifan shook his head helplessly, "I told you not to go down just now, but now I'm depressed. I really don't know if your book friends know that you were scolded by these guys, will you kill that girl? By the way, why don't you post this to your book review area..."

As he said that, Huang Yifan made a move to Wuhen’s new work "Three Flowers Gathering" book review area and was about to post a comment.

"Baida, Baida, don't, don't."

Wuhen was also afraid, so he quickly stopped Huang Yifan.

"How can you scare you?"

As he said that, Huang Yifan stood up.

"Wuhen, when you say that, I want to talk to these writers. Let's go down."

"Ah, go down?"

"Why, I'm bullied, I don't want to bully you back."

"Forget it, forget it, it's not a bully. These prejudices developed by traditional writers over the past few decades are difficult to change for a while. I believe that in the future, as long as our online novels are written better and more and more, when our works completely enter the traditional market, they will naturally have different views on us."

Wuhen is very open-minded. Although he was angry just now, he didn't take it seriously.

However, Huang Yifan was a little unhappy, "Wuhen, your idea is good. However, if they have to wait until they change their views, they will probably not be able to die. Instead, it is better to have a good fight with them, and they will be speechless and come faster."

Seeing Huang Yifan lifting his sleeves, Wuhen shook his heart. Thinking of the explanation before 314, he said that the most worried person was the best in the world. With his age, he was less than 20 years old. If he got angry, he would not have pkled with those writers.

"This, this, Bai Da, calm, calm. You are also open-minded. Didn't you say that we just need to endure him and let him stay for a few years, and you will look at him. I think this sentence is very correct, don't show it for a moment."

"Wuhen, don't persuade me with what I said before. Let me tell you, that sentence was what I said to people in our circle of online writers. I have never tolerated people outside our circle, and it is up to his ideas."

After all, Huang Yifan always regarded himself as an online writer.

Even though his other two pseudonyms were mixed with traditional writers, he did not regard it as his home at all.

Online literature is Huang Yifan’s true root.

After saying that, Huang Yifan walked out of the room and headed to the first floor lounge.

"Bai Da, wait for me."
Chapter completed!