Su Bai turned on his computer and logged into Weibo out of habit.
Beep beep beep.
The notifications suddenly rang non-stop. He took a look and realized that it was a private message from a fan and netizen.
Other than expressing their admiration, there were also some trolls who scolded him in private messages.
Su Bai shook his head, closed it and checked the comments section of his Weibo.
"Why aren't you playing more games? Hurry up and go fight!”
"I agree. Why write novels? It's a waste of time.”
"What novel are you writing? It's a waste of talent. Go and cause trouble.”
These were the netizens who wanted to stir up trouble, but the Wushuang Alliance fans were not happy.
"I admit that Big Su is very handsome when he fights, but writing novels is the real business.”
"F * ck, stop shouting. You've caused Da Da to update less every day. From ten updates a day to five now.”
"I don't know what he's doing. There are so few updates.”
"What else can I do? I've become an Overgod, so I'm just lazy and acting like a big shot.”
Wushuang Alliance's fans weren't in a good mood, which could be seen from the comments.
Su Bai pursed his lips. He didn't mean to write too little. Besides the fact that participating in China's Strongest Voice took up a little of his time, the most important thing was that there were too many things to consider as the plot progressed.
He was pathetically stunned.
Su Bai made a decision in his heart. His schedule would get tighter and tighter in the future. If he had to think about the plot every day and make sure it was enjoyable, he wouldn't have so much time.
Therefore, he could only suffer the humiliation of being a plagiarist.
Su Bai thought in grief and indignation, but he felt much better.
People always found all kinds of reasons for their own actions. He was not trying to convince anyone, he just wanted to make himself feel better.
Of course, this reason could not be said to outsiders. After all, it would damage his glorious image. But now that the readers had objections, what should he do?
All of a sudden, Su Bai saw a novel section in the Weibo list. He had a flash of inspiration.
That's right, he could open a new pit!
He copied novels from his previous life!
Not only did it give him a perfect excuse for the recent decrease in novel updates, but it also helped him attract fans.
It was killing two birds with one stone!
Su Bai snapped his fingers and started to open the document. He suddenly stopped.
But what should he write?
Wuxia?
Xianxia?
Inference?
Who would read such a novel on Weibo? Su Bai immediately denied it.
"Oh right, romance!" Su Bai's eyes brightened. A bunch of famous romance novels popped up in his head.
Qiong Yao!
Yishu!
Nine blades!
Su Bai pondered for a moment and then sighed.
The development of this space-time romance novel was very mature. After all, it was not like other novels. The plot of romance novels had been written in this space-time.
Of course, in his heart, Master Jin Yong was also an expert at writing romance. Whether it was the love of Jing Rong in the shooting of the condor or the dragon abuse in the divine condor, they were all masters of romance.
However, this was still Wuxia. The market for Wuxia was in the physical world, so it was not suitable to publish it on Weibo.
Su Bai rubbed his chin and suddenly slapped his thigh excitedly.
"Yes, pure love. No one on the Blue Star has ever written about pure love!”
The First Intimate Contact
Su Bai immediately thought of this work.
In his previous life, this novel had been a hit on the internet and had been adapted many times for the big screen.
It was it!
There were more than fifty thousand words in this work, and he couldn't write it all at once. Su Bai thought for a while, tapped on the keyboard, and sent out the classic quote from Ruffian Cai.
After he finished writing, he clicked publish.
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