"Robert. McGee? How could we know such an inconspicuous western name?”
Even if he didn't know, he still acted like he was actually very powerful, wanting to use his aura to directly deceive them.
As a delusional warrior, it was too disgraceful, Jaiki. If it was a real chuunibyou patient, he would say with disdain,'Ah, isn't it that guy? I don't care to know about a small character.'This was the standard answer.
However, this was also good. Since he did not know at all, then he did not have to care about the feelings between scholars. If I had to say who I hated the most, it was obvious that people who didn't know anything and still pretended to be powerful were the ones I hated the most. After all, whenever I look at someone who thinks he's smart, I'll always be reminded of my past experiences in submitting articles.
I pushed my bangs up and looked at the wooden seat in front of me with my rotten eyes.
Perhaps in terms of power, my gaze seemed to be even more terrifying than under the snow. After all, every time I get serious, no one dares to confront me directly. And it was obvious that this Wood Seat in front of him was a little brat worthy of my attention.
"Robert. McGee was born on January 30, 1941. This seemingly unremarkable Westerner was the father of Hollywood screenwriters. He wrote the book " Story." There were countless writers and screenwriters in the world, and reporters were encouraged by this old man. His story class was known as the starting point for top screenwriters. His students had won 35 Oscars, 170 Emmys, 30 Writers Guild of America Awards, 25 Directors Guild Awards, and various awards. He was known as the best storyteller in the world and the life mentor and helper of all screenwriters and writers.”
"So that Japanese guy has nothing to do with me!”
The red-faced Cai Muzuo roared at the ceiling with an impassioned expression.
"That's just authority! He was the existence that suppressed the new generation! He's just a guy who uses flowery words to deceive people!”
"Is that so? Student Cai Muzuo, do you really think so?”
"…That's right!"
"That's good."
I nodded to the stubborn Cai Muzuo.
Since he was already so sick, it didn't matter even if he used strong medicine. Anyway, they were good at rolling on the ground and rolling on the ground. Whether it was spiritually or physically, they would never face all of this.
"Let me ask you a question first, Wood Seat. What kind of mentality did you have when you wrote this novel? If it's out of self-satisfaction, then it's up to you. I won't say anything else. But if it was the second type, and you wanted to show it to others, then I would use the most direct language to describe my feelings. What kind of mentality do you have?"
"Is there a need to ask? Of course, it was to make everyone in this world worship this Cosmos God book!”
"It's great that you haven't escaped from reality yet. Then let's start criticizing.”
"…Eh?"
A look of disbelief appeared on the fat face of the Wood Seat.
"No, this student, please wait a moment. I think there's something wrong with our conversation…"
"First of all, I won't talk about your grammar.”
Facing the stuttering Chai Muzuo, I coldly laughed.
It was basically the same every time he was a judge. He thought that all he could get was praise and that his strength was outstanding. Then, he would confidently submit his work and look down on everyone, thinking that he had become a celebrity author. He even pitifully practiced his signature in secret to make himself look more like a writer.
You're wrong, you're wrong about something, Timber Seat. Anyone could read and write words. However, there were only a few people who could stand out from those people. Other than a few geniuses, the rest were all ordinary people. However, everyone only saw how relaxed the geniuses were and neglected that most of them were ordinary people. Therefore, they began to be arrogant and complacent, using the experience of geniuses to replace themselves, thinking that they were that kind of genius.
If it was someone who was more soft-hearted, they would probably comfort him with a few words and then say that he had tried hard, but it was not good enough. It made these people walk this path of no return with more expectations, with that ridiculous dream of being a writer.
Fake dreams were bound to burst sooner or later. The damage caused by the bubble bursting was not just a small problem. If one didn't have the right mindset, didn't have a strong enough mental will, and couldn't endure their desires, then it was best not to come to this place. Because unlike the superficial glory, the process of writing was always cold and desperate.
One person conceived the scene, one person conceived the character, repeatedly trying to figure out the character's actions, and countless scenes and conversations were deduced in his mind. The flash of inspiration made it impossible for him to concentrate. Unlike geniuses, ordinary people could only hone their strength bit by bit in the shadows. If one wanted to become a genius, it was impossible not to face up to one's own strength. If one did not have the talent, they would have to endure the curses and confusion. This was the path of an ordinary person.
So I'm a very normal person. I will evaluate this work from a normal person's point of view. Then, from a normal person's point of view, he would tell him what a reader really wanted to see.
"If your plot is always so messy, then I suggest you stop writing novels.”
“——！！”
It was as if he had pressed the pause button.
However, this alone was not enough. He needed more stimulation. He needed more facts to make him see everything clearly. Whether or not he was suitable to write a novel could only be decided after everything had been stripped away. What I need to do is to remove all his arrogance and vanity, so that he can properly face his own things.
So I'm very sorry. This is a hurdle that you have to overcome in your novel's dream. If I didn't point it out, someone else would have pointed it out sooner or later. This was a fundamental problem that could not be solved by ordinary error finding.
If hard work was always rewarded, wouldn't this world be like a fairy tale?
Someone had to wake him up.
"The most important part of a novel is the first 10,000 words. It was just like how a first impression of a person had to be maintained for a long time. If the first impression was not good, then it would take a long time to correct it. It was the same in novels. First impressions were very important. So my first impression was-"
He took a deep breath and felt a little cool on his forehead because he had lost the hair to cover it. Yubihama and Under the Snow behind him had already revealed a look of pity for Saiki. But I'm sorry, I won't stop.
Because I'm the despicable and shameless Hokutani Hachiman. I only know how to use facts.
"Mr. Saiki Yoshiaki, I want to ask if you really wrote a novel and not a collection of sh * t?”
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