At this time, his heart was full of storylines, and Lu Yang, who just wanted to start writing quickly while he was still in his state, would of course not notice the mood of Cao Xue next to him.

　　 quickly returned to his seat, with a smile of joy at the corner of Lu Yang's mouth, he grabbed the pencil on the table, held the white manuscript paper with his left hand, and started to write.

　　 "Chapter 104 The Turtle in the Urn"

　　 Lu Yang holds a pencil, and after a few quick strokes, first write the chapter name in the upper left corner of the manuscript paper.

　　 Yes, he has already written chapter 104 of "The Doomsday Wasteland".

　　 Each chapter is in the early 3,000 words. In addition to the four episodes that have been given to the publisher, Lu Yang has also written the fifth episode. What he is writing now is the content of the sixth episode.

　　In this chapter, the protagonist of the story, Chen Feng, in the city of W that has become a ruin, hunts down a level 5 monster that has been killed by him in blood, but unfortunately chases after two level 6 monsters in the territory.

　　 In a blink of an eye, Chen Feng, who was hunting down his prey, became the prey of the three monsters. The three monsters formed an encirclement and surrounded Chen Feng alone among the ruins of several buildings.

　　The situation reversed, and Chen Feng became a turtle in the urn, seemingly hard to fly.

　　...

　　 The specific details of this episode have been conceived by Lu Yang just now outside.

　　 is like a painter, before he writes, he knows what he is about to paint.

　　 So when he really started to write, Lu Yang was very fast. The pencil in his hand was like a ghost drawing symbol, and the tip of the pen was quickly wandering on the white manuscript paper.

　　 This is the true state of a novel writer after he really enters his writing.

　　 Otherwise, why some top writers can code seven or eight thousand words in an hour?

　　 Even if you are typing on a computer, the speed is much faster than handwriting. If you don’t have a well-conceived storyline in your mind, if you want to write and conceive the plot, who can write seven or eight thousand words an hour?

　　 Anyone who gets fucked, won’t do it!

　　 Only if you have a clear mind, your thoughts are uninterrupted for a moment, and the hand speed of the code word keeps catching up with the speed of thinking, it is possible to have such a rapid speed.

　　 Lu Yang entered that state at this time.

The thoughts in his mind are like beads falling on a jade plate, endless. What he is doing is to write the thoughts that are constantly turning in his mind with the fastest speed. In order to prevent the storyline in his mind from being interrupted, Lu Yang must You must burst out the fastest speed, otherwise, if your mind is broken, even if you find the state later, and then write it down, the content of this chapter will become incoherent, and there will be no artistic conception in one go.

　　 As mentioned earlier, when Lu Yang wrote the manuscript, in order to pursue speed, the font was very ugly.

　　 The tip of the pen falls. Before he finishes writing a paragraph, his tip will never leave the manuscript paper. Therefore, in Lu Yang's pen, the text of each paragraph is connected from beginning to end, without any interruption in the middle.

　　 Not only that, but many words, he even subconsciously simplified them.

Simplified characters like 　　, I believe that few people can recognize them except himself.

　　 Lu Yang, who is completely in the state, is absolutely selfless.

　　 didn't notice at all. I don't know when since then, Cao Xue, who is sitting next to him, has moved his eyes away from his book, looking strangely at him writing continuously on the snow-white manuscript paper.

　　 "What's the situation? What is he writing? Is it trying to get my attention?"

　　 Cao Xue stared at Lu Yang writing quickly on the manuscript paper, unavoidably having such doubts in her heart.

　　 During the first half an hour tonight, Lu Yang left her with a bad impression.

　　 Even she has decided in her heart that starting tomorrow night, she will not come here to study at night, and she will no longer pay attention to this boy who does not like to study.

　　 But when Lu Yang came back from outside the classroom, his condition was obviously wrong.

　　 seems to have become another person.

Except that when he first entered the seat, his movements were a bit big, and he made a little movement that affected her reading. After that, he was excited like a syringe full of chicken blood. On the pile of snow-white manuscript paper, She had never seen anything written before.

　　 The speed of handwriting suddenly produced an indecent adjective in her mind-convulsion.

　　 "The speed is very fast, but this character...what is it written? It is too ugly? How can there be such an ugly character in the world? He didn't write it randomly, right? Can he recognize it himself?"

　　 Cao Xue soon had new doubts in his heart.

　　 She never thought that someone could write as fast as this, and she had never seen such an ugly character.

　　 is clearly a Chinese character, but it is written continuously like English.

　　 Under Cao Xue's stunned gaze, Lu Yang had finished writing a piece of manuscript paper. With a crash, Lu Yang had turned the first manuscript paper casually and began to write on the second manuscript paper like a wind.

　　 Maybe it was because Lu Yang couldn't smoke in front of Cao Xue tonight, and Lu Yang was afraid that his state would suddenly break, so the speed of writing tonight is faster than ever.

　　 Of course, the speed referred to here is only the speed of handwriting. Compared with the code word speed when Lu Yang uses the computer keyboard to type directly, there is still a gap.

Ten minutes later, Lu Yang finished writing another piece of manuscript paper. With a crash, the manuscript paper turned over again. Lu Yang's pen tip fell on the third manuscript paper and continued to walk around. The pen tip was thick, but he was still in the state. Lu Yang didn't care about it at all.

　　 The pen tip does not stop, still pouring forward smoothly.

　　 In just an hour, Lu Yang wrote on the front of eight sheets of manuscript paper.

　　 At this point, Lu Yang's pen tip stopped.

　　Because one chapter has been written, Lu Yang has experience and knows that eight manuscript sheets are full on the front, and the number of words should not be less than 3,500 words.

In fact, until the end of the writing, because of the tight grip of the pen, Lu Yang's hand has become sore and soft, the writing speed has dropped significantly, and the pen tip is also very thick. You need to stop, rest, and sharpen it by the way. The nib is gone.

Until this time, Cao Xue, who had been quietly watching Lu Yang's manuscript, hesitated, and asked the question that had been suppressed for a long time: "Lu Yang, what is it that you have been writing just now? I can't even recognize your words. "

　　 Hearing Cao Xue's voice, Lu Yang turned his face to his surprise, and realized that Cao Xue seemed to have been watching her from UU reading www.uukanshu.com for some time.

　　 But when she heard her question just now, although she said she could not recognize his words, at this moment, Lu Yang was not ashamed.

　　 On the contrary, there are still some complacency in my heart.

　　 For Lu Yang, being able to practice such fonts is also a skill that few people have. It is very practical for writing manuscripts or shorthand.

　　 When writing a manuscript or shorthand, the first thing to pursue is speed. As for the font, as long as you can recognize it later, what does it matter if it is ugly?

At the moment, Lu Yang smiled and took out a cigarette in his mouth, skillfully lit it with a lighter, and after taking a nice sip, he smiled and replied: "Novel, I'm writing a novel recently, to earn some money. living expenses."

　　Unexpectedly, after Lu Yang answered, Cao Xue was no longer concerned about the information revealed in his words, but surprisedly looking at the cigarette Lu Yang put in his mouth, frowning and asking: "You smoke?"

　　 It’s not uncommon for sophomores and juniors to smoke, but it’s absolutely rare for freshmen who have just entered university for two months to start smoking.

　　 So, at this moment, Cao Xue was surprised and a little disgusted.

"broken!"

Lu Yang chuckled in his heart and whispered that it was broken. When he was writing the manuscript, he tried to stop smoking. Unexpectedly, after writing a chapter, he did not pay attention, and he habitually took out a cigarette. It was actually lit in front of Cao Xue's eyes.

　　 is really happy and sad!

　　 Lu Yang wanted to cry without tears.