The Writer’s Handbook

Is this the store? Lai Junchen checked his phone three times before hesitantly opening the door. It's all the fault of that guy Li Keer. If she hadn't suddenly sent a message on QQ, saying that she had introduced him to a great internet writer. At this moment, he should be reliving the famous scene of the Journey to Immortals on Sanwang Mountain, and imagining that he could write such a great work. This was his weekly pilgrimage time, but he was called to a shabby bar in an alley. By the way, which Internet celebrity would make an appointment to meet at a bar? In Lai Junchen's imagination, he should be in some elegant teahouse, or even a sentimental coffee shop. Li Keer had better not lie to him, otherwise she will send a negative review to her new book! Lai Junchen thought angrily. Fortunately, the bar is not noisy during the day, and there is even a pair of wind chimes ringing to welcome guests. This effectively extinguished some of Lai Junchen's resentment. Tequila... Tequila... Lai Junchen looked around after entering the door, and he could see the small bar at a glance. Didn't see any wine? After scanning twice, Lai Junchen checked the information with some frustration. The great god did say that he put a bottle of tequila on the table. After looking around carefully again, Lai Junchen couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes. It can't be that one... After deciding on the target, Lai Junchen walked forward. It was a small table by the window with only two seats, one of which was naturally occupied. The man had a glass of orange juice in front of him and was looking out the window, as if he didn't even notice Lai Junchen's arrival. "Hello..." "No WeChat." The guest refused in a cold tone without even turning his head. "... Do you know Mr. Xiantou?" Fortunately, Brother Lai has a strong face and continues to strike up a conversation without changing his expression. After hearing this, the man turned his head and looked Lai Junchen up and down, his eyes a little sharp. "Are you her classmate?" "A good friend." Finally finding the person, Lai Junchen breathed a sigh of relief and naturally pulled out the remaining chair and sat down. "Is this the tequila you're talking about?" As soon as he sat down, Lai Junchen couldn't help but spit out the old talk that was deep in his heart. Who is a good person who puts a pot of succulent agave on the table? The person opposite was obviously a very self-centered person and did not answer Lai Junchen's question. Of course, Lai Junchen doesn't care if no one responds to his complaints. "What is your pen name?" He was really curious about this question. The person sitting in front of me is definitely a beauty in the worldly sense. You must know that male and female authors are in the minority, let alone those who can be praised as "great gods" by young masters. "Listen to the sun." With a slight touch of red lips, a famous name came out. "Are you the Great Master Tingri?!" Lai Junchen opened his mouth wide. 😲 He suddenly raised his voice, causing the guests at the bar and other tables to look over. "Sit down quickly!" Tingri glared at him fiercely and quickly lowered his voice and shouted. "Oh..." Only then did Lai Junchen realize that he was so shocked that he couldn't help but stand up. This is really no wonder of him. You must know that the Great God is a more powerful existence than the Twelve Heavenly Kings. Li Keer didn't even tell him that he was such a great person! Moreover, who would have thought that Tingri, who wrote the magician's manual, would be such a beauty? She is tall and tall, wearing professional attire, long hair shawl, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. She does not look like a literary girl, but like a professional elite. Her skin is very white, and the afternoon sun reflects on her face, like a layer of warm makeup. And... There are hip skirts and black stockings... "Where are you looking?!" A familiar angry voice brought Junchen back to his senses. Tingri's face was sulky, with a faint blush on her cheeks, and her small nose was slightly wrinkled, which did not give her any fierceness, but instead made her look a bit coquettish. Lai Junchen hurriedly sat upright, his eyes wandering, pretending to be very busy. This great god will not ban him in the Internet literary world... Lai Junchen thought nervously. … Miss Tingri is a little annoyed today. The young master Xiantou told her that he had met a very talented newcomer and wanted to introduce him to her. As both a male and female author, she has a good relationship with Mr. Xiantou, so she naturally agreed. But he didn't expect that after waiting for so long, the person hadn't come yet. If you have such a poor sense of time, how can you update it stably in the future? In the little notebook in his heart, Tingri deducted one point for the person who had not yet appeared. … Finally here, is it that person? Tingri looked at the person who had just opened the door with his peripheral vision. He looks like a high school student, quite handsome. One extra point~ Tingri has never denied that she is a complete beauty control. … What's going on with this guy? ? ? How embarrassing... As we all know, those who write online articles are more or less afraid of society. Being called out his pen name in public, and adding something like "Great God". It's so embarrassing! ! ! Ten points, ten points, ten points! … It was not easy to calm down. Tingri took a sip of orange juice and suppressed the blush on her face. Why is this guy always in a daze? Where is he looking... Ah! Tingri followed the other party's gaze and found the root of the problem. How can anyone stare directly at other people's legs? Abnormal! Trash fish! Rogue! Fifty points deducted! ! ! Tingri pulled up her skirt in embarrassment and glared at her. … Lai Junchen failed a class without knowing it. … Ms. Tingri is very annoyed now.

Why not desexualize all the Qidian writers and start a harem?

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I kneel down to Tingri. In today's online literature market, it is rare to see an author willing to write an experimental work (maybe it is because Tingri is a great god that he dares to write like this). Tingri can incorporate a large number of Internet memes + divine content + daily love life + personal expression into experimental works. Tingri, you did a great job. This is the online article I want to read, story-based + personal expression. Regardless of the outcome of this book, I can already give it full marks just for the content and the author's self-expression. If you compare online articles to food, compare the author to a chef. So what most people like is the food itself, enjoying dishes named "Shuang Wen", "Sweet Wen" and "Bao Wen". If the food is delicious, give it a five-star rating; if it's not delicious, choose another restaurant. Their relationship with online articles is the relationship between consumers and products. Internet articles satisfy their senses and emotions. What I love is the "creation" itself, like a gourmet or even a cook. I don't just taste the dish, I care about the recipe, the heat, the chef's philosophy, and how many failed and lonely nights the chef spent developing the dish. Some parts of this book about personal expression are like reading "chef's notes" written by the chef himself. This feeling is the most unique and the most interesting to me. To put it bluntly, if you really like web writing and are willing to spend a lot of time reading it, you will probably smile knowingly when you see many places. This is the highest romance of web writing.

In the past two years, there have been fewer and fewer daily-oriented books like this one, or even if there are, they cannot be promoted according to the current mechanism of Qidian. The Writer's Handbook is only good in daily life. Facts have proved that Tingri is invincible if he takes repeated walks in his comfort zone. There are too many knowing smiles in this book, which are not purely bad jokes, but something similar to the collective memories of the 95-00 generation. That's what it means to be happy but not obscene. I have said in other book reviews that this is "The Boy Here" by Tingri, and I hope Tingri will finish it well. It does not necessarily have to end forcefully like the previous books. I can just finish writing what I feel I want to record and express.

There are eight wonders in the starting point. One Qi can turn a loser into the Emperor of Heaven, the second Qi can write about breaking off an engagement to nine heavens and ten places, the Four Qi is good at exterminating families in three chapters, the Five Qi is good at recruiting disciples in one chapter, the Six Qi is good at breaking chapters, and the Qi Qi is good at asking for leave. Only Sanqi Tingri practices an evil skill. The name is——Please enter the urn. This power does not kill anyone. Only kill the reader's defense. Tingri opens a book and never introduces the world in a serious way. He didn't say how many continents and seas there were in this world, nor how many levels the realm was divided into, nor did he tell the protagonist's name honestly. He only left a sentence gently: "I was rated as the biggest contributor to the improvement of public security in this city, because I was finally arrested." The reader took a look and stopped his finger on the screen. Good! He added another sentence: "The world's number one online game, which has been in operation for ten years, has only one player left today - me." The reader sat upright. Happy! He wrote again: "Whoever kills me, I will become." The readers' eyes lit up. Wonderful! Take another look at the author's name. Listen to the sun. Broken. Someone immediately shouted in the group: "Don't go in! This is an urn!" Unfortunately, it was already too late. The first batch of readers have already gotten in, the second batch of readers are asking "What is the protagonist's golden finger?", And the third batch of readers have even begun to write setting testimonials, proving that the world view of this book can support at least five million words. Tingri sat on a high platform with an eight-mouth urn in front of him. The first urn is called "Small World". The mouth of the urn is not big, but it can hold the entire world inside. When the reader takes a peek, he sees that the technology tree turns a corner, and extraordinary people appear on the scene. Players are moving the world behind the scenes, like rubbing a glass bead in the palm of their hand. "What an idea!" Someone jumped in. The second urn is called "Death for Life". There are countless masks in the urn, and there is a life behind each mask. As soon as the readers reached out and touched it, they were confused by the identity switching, the reversal of ownership, and the historical conspiracy. "This setting is too cool!" Someone jumped in again. The third urn is called "The Magician's Manual". This urn is the most evil. Looking from the outside, it looks like a prison, a magician, a strange world, and a game of destiny. Looking inside, it is a Shura field, teammates, adventures, and one hook after another that people can't help but turn down. The reader originally only wanted to try the poison for three chapters. After three chapters, he said: "Read ten more chapters." After ten chapters, he said: "Wait until this dungeon is finished." After the dungeon was finished, he said: "Wait for the female character to appear." After the female character appeared, he said: "Wait for this line to be closed." By the time later, he had stopped talking. He just stared at the update button at two o'clock in the morning, like a shrimp voluntarily entering the pot. The fourth urn is called "The Messenger of Natural Disaster". Tingri opened the lid, and a game log-in recording came from inside. "Welcome to the Messenger." The reader sneered: "Huh, game article? It's the same old routine." The next moment, the system prompts: "Currently online players: one person." The sneer on the reader's face slowly disappeared. "Only one player?" "The world's number one online game?" "Dungeons, clones, trumpets, hidden plots, and the truth behind the scenes?" "Why don't you go in and take a look?" So there was another circle of people missing around the urn. Before going in, they told each other: "Just watch the beginning this time." "I really don't want to pursue him." "Fat up and then kill." "I understand Tingri, I can use my imagination, we will talk about it later." On the first day, I read the beginning, on the second day, I waited for the update, on the third day, I started voting, on the fourth day, I competed for the heroine in the comment area, and on the fifth day, I was already giving others an advantage: "The early stage is really amazing." Please enter the art of the urn. After practicing it here, you are close to the state of transformation. Because it never forces you. It just polishes the mouth of the urn, makes the aroma appealing, and serves the first spoonful of soup in front of you. You know that there may be a pit inside, but you still think: "Just have a taste." Later, the urn started to be lively. There are more and more settings, more and more foreshadowings, more and more mysterious teammates, more and more mysterious maps, more and more busy clones, it is becoming more and more difficult for female characters to balance, and their combat power is becoming more and more difficult to control. The reader shouted in the urn: "Tingri, hold on!" Tingri nodded outside: "Steady." After dozens of chapters, the reader shouted: "Tingri, don't wander!" Tingri nodded outside: "No waste." A few dozen chapters later, readers have already begun to knock on the wall: "Tingri, where is your outline?" Tingri was silent for a moment outside, gently adding fuel to the fire. Inside the urn, the plot begins to accelerate. The main plot said: "I'm going to wrap it up." The branch plot said: "I'm not finished yet." The character said: "Where is my growth arc?" The setting said: "I can still expand." The foreshadowing said: " Have you forgotten me? " The reader said: "No, brother, don't worry!" Ke Tingri is already standing at the end, holding a finished speech in his hand, with a solemn expression, as if it is not that he is ending, but that the world has reached its end. The last chapter is posted. The rivers and lakes were quiet for a moment. Someone closed the book and sighed: "The early stage is really good." Someone pounded the table: "It can be saved in the middle stage!" Someone yelled: "Can this be finished?" Some people browsed the comment area, looking for people who share the same ideas, but found that everyone was cursing and had already begun to discuss the subject matter of the next book. At this time, a young man who had just entered the world asked: "Since you all said that he would invite you to the urn, why do you want to read it next time?" The old readers were silent. For a long time, someone smiled bitterly: "Because his urn tastes so good." The young man didn't understand. Until one day, Tingri opened a new book. The book is called "The Writer's Handbook". The first sentence of the opening chapter: "I am a man who wants to become a master of the starting point." The young man frowned when he saw this sentence. He wanted to quit. But the second sentence came again: "This sentence is not written randomly, because the person who spoke it is a great god." The young man pointed his finger. It seems a bit fun. The next moment, he heard the horrified cries of countless old readers coming from behind: "Don't click!" "Run!" "This is an urn!" The young man turned around and saw that those who shouted the loudest were all standing in the urn. They scolded and chased after me. While catching up on updates, you are benefiting at the same time. While making peace, I swore: "I really don't want to read the next book." Tingri sat on the high platform, with the eight-mouth urn brightly lit. He made no excuses or attempts to stay. He just pushed the first chapter of the new book in front of everyone and smiled like an honest man. "Gentlemen." "Please." Cut line I just read Death Reputation on QReading two days ago, and I discovered that Tingri was writing his autobiography again. I'll give everyone the Silver-Blooded Eight Wonders to amuse me. ai diagram

This is a novel that abandons most of the writing techniques and is written purely based on one's own thoughts, and the person who wrote it is an experienced author who has integrated various techniques into the writing process. The reason for the above evaluation is that the beginning is quite difficult to substitute, with the protagonist's name (I know it's a joke), a long online conversation, a deliberate god-like character, and a slow career line. However, whether it is from the author's ID or the many subsequent discussions about writing skills, it can be seen that he can actually write in a way that is easy to accept, but he did not choose to do so. If I didn't like writing novels myself, I would naturally have high expectations for the writing line, and I might have given up on the book without seeing the charm of the characters. This book is not enjoyable because there is not much deliberate positive feedback and exciting design (except for the emotional line), and the reading experience is very smooth. This is my first time reading Tingri's book. I don't know how he wrote his previous books, but I think this book must be different from his previous works. Of course, giving up the upper limit (expanding the audience) and writing what you want to write in a non-mainstream way will result in poor results, at least for the author's ID. I don't know how the author feels, but if it were me, I would also want to write such a book.

So when the call came later, I only played half of the game 😆

Using AI to distill and listen to the sun, the results are as follows

The person who is plagiarized will always be the copycat's strict father. The most filial son of a real person is here to fulfill his filial piety again😌

Come here for the fame! By the way, I recommend this book. My 26 6-year-old female tenants. The total age of the female protagonists is over 18 years old. I am determined to read it.

There are so many harem writers, but the ones written by Tingri are the most in line with my taste. Please, please write about harem.

The main reason is that the audience of this book is relatively narrow, but the writing is actually very interesting, and I will definitely gain more from it later. Tingri, please don't cut it because of poor grades. This kind of work that is not so commercial needs to be written. For readers on the radio, it is much better than those so-called popular works. If you want to be a eunuch, you have to wait at least 1 million words later 🙂. I will always chase after you and stare at you more. I will always chase after you and stare at you more. I will always chase after you and stare at you...

Another wave of inexplicable rhythms. First of all, where did you copy the ancient real person? I didn't see it Secondly, I didn't pull the ancient master. The protagonists are all fans of ancient Zhenren. Have you really read the book?

Tingri, you are suitable for writing about real martial arts. What you love is your life.

There is a feeling of "Teacher Gu, why did you care about me in the first place, why did you say that I didn't copy the essence, I will never love you again, I hate you"

I don't think it's bad even in the later stages of The Magician's Manual. I just like this happy harem. You always say that it's shit if you accept it, but wouldn't it be more vicious if you don't accept the leaked girl? This book must accept the ones that should be included. It clearly describes the ambiguous heroine, and it's more disgusting than a bad ending.

I'm afraid not more than half of the readers of this book are authors. My various author groups have already spread the word 🙂

I finally signed the contract, but this book has no positive reviews

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As the only person in the small county who has read "The Writer's Handbook", my eyes always reveal a solemnity and calmness that others don't see.

I have a plan 🤓👆 The protagonist's second book is to write "A Small World is Fun" This will not only earn a lot of royalties, but also feed Akaashi a lot of people. After receiving negative comments, the protagonist himself was able to perfectly close the loop with Akaashi

He also gave me 99 points

I feel like I'm essentially just listening to the Japanese and making fun of myself. Can I hold on to my passion until the book is finished?

Since reading your book, the novel I wrote has finally passed the internal submission, thank you. ⁽Ps: I'm going to compete with you soon😋⁾

Although I want to say this every time, can anyone other than Tingri really write such a subject? From small worlds to warlocks to natural disasters, I am shocked by his perfect imagination and topic selection. But Tingri, you are enough. Why do you add a heroine to the death every time as if you are in heat? Although It's not bad, but the first few books with extraordinary backgrounds have nothing to say about a strong man opening a harem. In this book with a pure modern background, you still add this. Now there are only six of them, and there are vague signs of other things. I'll see how you accept them when the time comes. If you dare to imitate the witch and only accept two, you can eat a big portion! I have been thinking that it might be better if this book could be written with only Li Zhaoshuang as the female protagonist, but this is Tingri's own writer's manual, and I am not qualified to give any advice. Maybe one day I will do what Laiko said, because Tingri's writing is so bad, I will write my own book and write my own writer's manual.

I was disgusted by the ending for a long time after watching Death and Resurrection. Writing a pseudo-harem plot with a single female protagonist that can't stop flirting is as disgusting as pseudo-love🤮. If Tingri writes another pseudo-harem novel with a similar emotional line, I swear I will never read this person's novel again in my life😡

I haven't started watching it yet, but I've read all the heroine's character cards. Why do I feel like the hero's love life is plagiarized from my life? These heroines are clearly mine. How come they were included in the book? I hope the author can explain them carefully?

I'm willing to read two or three hundred chapters of your ambiguity, but don't make it a one-on-one ending.

Tingri is really the alter ego of the magical wizard Liuliu. I also like to write new things. I start with the same god and then get worse and worse as I write eunuchs. I also like to write about the two-dimensional harem The only difference is that Tingri is not as irritable as Liuliu.