The boy was embarrassed and said, "Well, I'm just curious about Luo Shao's writing style. After reading your seven weapons, I really admire the free and easy writing style. Can Luo Shao develop that writing style?"

Gu Long's writing has a special charm, even literary youths cannot resist it.

Luoyang smiled and said, "The writing style is often expressed according to the style of the story. You can get it naturally without practicing without practicing."

This is a story about Luoyang's experience.

If you use Gu Long's words to tell Mr. Jin's story, there will definitely be less solemnity. Using Mr. Jin's writing style to show Gu Long's story will also become strange, so the writing style is often consistent with the story itself, so that it can truly exert its charm.

"Does Mr. Luo use this style when writing articles?" the boy asked, ignorantly.

"Of course not. The Seven Weapons are a series of stories, so his writing style is relatively unified, but when I write other things, I will change the pen tip because there is no killing all types of writing styles."

"For example, if you use that kind of casual style to write horror novels, the horror atmosphere of horror novels will disappear, so the pen tip must be adjusted to a certain extent according to the story itself."

Luoyang expressed his experience, which was also what he had summarized himself.

In fact, most people are writing stories of the same type, so the writing style does not need to be varied. It is a bit profound to say that these are a bit profound.

"Young Master Luo is worthy of being a master." The young men and women from the Literature Society all showed admiration after listening to Luoyang's explanation of the tricks.

However, Yang Yang, who was playing with computers on the other side, curled his lips, thinking that Luoyang was making a fool of himself, but because he had better luck and became famous in one book.

While speaking, Luoyang had filled out the application form for joining the company and handed the form to Gu Qingyu. Luoyang smiled and said, "Is there anything else next?"

Gu Qingyu was obviously in a good mood and took the application form from Luoyang, "Thank you, Mr. Luo. Nothing is wrong. It just so happens that at the end of the semester, our literary club has the martial arts master Luo, who is in charge. It will be easier to recruit new members next semester."

Luoyang smiled: "Is my reputation so effective?"

"Of course, Mr. Luo, you are the school grass of our school now. Many girls post on campus forums to express your love to you. This is all popularity, and you are a famous martial arts master or a genius cartoonist, which is definitely very attractive to freshmen." Gu Qingyu said exaggeratedly.

"Okay, since the matter is over, I'll go back first." Luoyang said.

"Okay, goodbye Mr. Luo." A group of people from the literary club also said goodbye to Luoyang one after another.

Walking out of the literary club, Luoyang was about to go to the cafeteria to have dinner, but suddenly a cold voice came from behind him: "Luoyang."

When Luoyang heard this, he turned his head and realized that the person who called him was Gong Xueyi's cousin Yang Yang.

"Is there anything wrong?" Luoyang asked.

"I just want to tell you that my cousin's new comic is about to be completed. When her new comic is released, she will definitely beat you to death." Yang Yang clenched his fists and said coldly.

Luoyang couldn't help but want to laugh.

This Yang Yang is a bit too second-rate.

He had no intention of being angry. Because Yang Yang was too naive, he looked like a high school student. It would be strange if he got angry with a high school student.

He curled his lips and said with a smile: "Tell me about your cousin and wish her new work a great sales and a better future."

After saying that, he walked towards the canteen and was so delayed by the literary club, and he was really hungry.

Looking at Luoyang's back, Yang Yang's fists clenched tighter

Luoyang is so bad. My cousin has been in a bad mood for a long time. She locked herself in the room to draw cartoons, and she didn't go out except to eat and sleep, which made me worry for a long time.

I had a meal in the cafeteria. It was almost afternoon.

When eating in the cafeteria, Luoyang is naturally very popular with the students around him, but Luoyang has long been used to it and eats calmly.

During the meal, Luoyang also heard that the table behind him had already begun to discuss how to move during the summer vacation, which made Luoyang suddenly realize.

It turned out that it was already the end of the semester without realizing it.

A year has passed in a blink of an eye, and it is now July

Many universities in Longguo have already started summer vacations at this time. Tiandu University is later than other schools.

But even so, on July 0, students of Tiandu University will usher in summer vacation. For Luoyang, time really passes quickly.

I remember that I had just come to this strange world with Liu Qin, and it was during the summer vacation. At that time, I was confused and silent, and could only adapt silently.

As a result, before I knew it, I seemed to have really gotten used to the various things in this world, and both of them had some connection with this world.

After eating this meal for a long time, Luoyang felt a rare sentimentality in his heart. Thinking about the things that happened after coming to this world with Liu Qin, sometimes it seemed like a dream.

There were only two classes in the afternoon, and there were not many final classes in the semester, because the tutors were preparing for the exam. After class and after school, Luoyang returned to the apartment.

It is worth mentioning that during this period, Long Wanchun, the bodyguard, was responsible for going to and from school, which led to Luoyang sometimes feeling a little like a kindergarten child, while Long Wanchun was the nanny his family found for him, who was specifically responsible for picking up and dropping off his school.

After returning to the apartment, Luoyang saw Hua Qi working on the sofa with a computer in his arms. He had a loli face, but he worked so seriously, and his style was even more strange.

On the contrary, if Hua Qi had a lollipop in his mouth, there would be no sense of incongruity.

Luoyang felt that his thoughts were strange all day long. He took out a bottle of drink from the refrigerator and took a few sips. Luoyang turned around and prepared to go into the study to work.

But at this moment, Hua Qi spoke: "Boss, wait a moment."

"Is there anything wrong?" Luoyang asked.

"Boss, you are on the list of rich writers in Dragon Country this year."

When Luoyang heard this, he was shocked: "Rank of the Rich Writers in the Dragon Country"

"That's right, boss, you are now the third-ranked person on the Dragon Country Rich List. The royalty of 100 million yuan has scared many writers in the publishing industry, because you are the first writer in Long Country who has made a record with online literature and accidentally created a record again."

Hua Qi said with honor, and was happy for the achievements made by his boss.

One hundred million dragons

This is the royalty income obtained after Luoyang started writing Wushuang last year, including the game adaptation rights that Amber talked about, etc. On the other hand, although the original version of Longguo is several times cheaper than in the previous life, the base is also several times more.

If you add the rewards that Luoyang has received, Luoyang will probably have assets of 150 million.

Such a net worth is really nothing to some business tycoons. They can get hundreds of millions of dollars in any investment.

But for a writer who writes for a living, such income is already the terrifying peak of a writer. Only a supreme god like Luoyang can realize the online writing dream of breaking 100 million.

"Which media has counted the numbers?" Luoyang asked.

In his previous life, he also saw some great writers appearing on the list of rich writers. At that time, he would also envy and fantasize about how excited he would be if he had such a high income.

But I didn't expect that this wish was really come true. This was really unexpected, but the imagined excitement did not appear.

Hua Qidao: "This list is produced by Longguo Daily. They publish a list of rich writers around July every year. Their statistics are very small, and they are not much different from the boss's real manuscript fee."

While talking, Hua Qi took out a Longguo Daily from the table. The largest page was the list of rich writers, and the first few were indeed physical publishing writers.

The third place in the writers’ rich list is the only person who has not made it with his real name.

He is also the only writer on the list who has not appeared in the top ten, Bai Yi Qingcheng, and has a royalty-free 100 million.

To be continued.

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