The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?!-Chapter 1221 - 755: Delivery Not Supported at This Address
Liu Zheng stayed until the food delivery deadline before leaving.
Spirit’s reputation is already worrying, Spirit Middle-aged is even more a typical example of being untrustworthy.
Fortunately, the short fat man didn’t dare to go back on his word, otherwise Liu Zheng would have shown him what the working style of Bloody Restaurant is.
In reality, when he fights with those spirit groups, he at most dares to use bricks.
In Metropolis, their heads are just bricks.
Leaving the 7th floor, he first arrived at the novelist’s door.
"It’s you, senior!"
As soon as he knocked twice, the novelist’s delighted voice came from inside the room.
Soon enough, the door was opened eagerly.
"How did you know it was me?"
Looking at the novelist’s smile, Liu Zheng couldn’t help but smile too.
"Because only a senior would surprise me like this."
The novelist said, tilting her head up.
"Smart."
He couldn’t help rubbing her head.
The novelist looked extremely pleased, even standing on tiptoe, creating a very harmonious scene.
"Disgusting!"
A discordant voice floated from behind, the speaker was Fei Shibu.
She was wearing a silk robe, revealing large areas of skin that made one think of many things with just a glance.
"What, planning to marry because of a child?"
Liu Zheng retorted casually.
"What, are you going to be my son?"
Fei Shibu shot back.
"I would dare to be, would you dare to recognize me? If the boss, the chairman, or the Tomb Guardian give me tasks, I’ll say I can’t, my mom disagrees."
He sneered.
"...If I don’t beat you into a grandson today, I’ll leave the literary world forever!"
Fei Shibu was first speechless, then she flew into a rage and rolled up her sleeves to fight him.
She indeed didn’t dare recognize him, but being unable to refute Liu Zheng’s words was also something she couldn’t accept.
"Alright, alright, hurry up and wash and change clothes. If you don’t want to compete with me for men, don’t dress so revealingly, otherwise your family will pressure you to marry even more."
The novelist quickly pulled her, then pushed her into the room. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
"Brought drinks and desserts for you, Fei Shibu’s will be given to her once it’s spoiled."
Liu Zheng said loudly on purpose.
"Bang!"
The sound of hitting the wall came from the room.
"You two together lower your IQ to elementary school level."
The novelist shook her head helplessly.
"That’s what bad friends are like."
He smiled slightly.
"I am not friends with you!"
Fei Shibu immediately shouted.
"Stop yelling, if the neighbors come knocking I won’t help you get beaten."
Liu Zheng replied.
"Who dares beat me up?"
"This is Green Garden Mad City, someplace that houses novelists, Wa Chiang Ming Ming, it’s normal for it to house someone better than you both, isn’t it?"
He shrugged.
"Humph!"
Fei Shibu quieted down.
"Still got sense. How’s the novel writing going these days?"
Liu Zheng asked.
Having some free time, he could help the novelist review her manuscript.
"I’ve written another beginning, please give it your guidance, senior!"
Hearing him ask about this made the novelist more excited, and she immediately went into the room to bring out a stack of draft paper.
Her handwriting was far superior to Liu Zheng’s, not only round and delicate but also free of unnecessary strokes, size and spacing controlled just right, a treat for OCD.
"Must have taken quite some effort to practice these characters, right?"
Liu Zheng asked.
"Yeah, yeah, got my hands swollen daily as a kid, healed up and continued practicing, it was awful."
The novelist nodded vigorously.
"Feeling sorry for you for three seconds."
He casually said, then started reading the manuscript.
"The beginning this time is much better, at least there’s a story."
He scanned the roughly ten thousand character beginning in about ten minutes, then nodded.
"Yay~"
The novelist cheered.
"But..."
The novelist’s excitement cooled.
"The atmosphere is too weak."
Liu Zheng continued.
"Senior, what is atmosphere?"
The novelist raised her little hand to ask.
"Atmosphere in a novel is when your environment, character image and dialogue all align with your story setting."
"Like this novel, you’re trying to write about the female lead surviving in an apocalypse, right?"
He asked.
"Yes, yes."
"But apart from mentioning the apocalypse in the beginning, the former flourishing Metropolis turning into ruins, there’s nothing in the opening showing the female lead living in an apocalyptic setting."
"Over ten thousand words, half writing about how the female lead manages her land, the other half about the female lead interacting with town residents, anyone unaware would think you’re writing a ’daily farming’ novel."
Liu Zheng criticized.
"Then, senior, how should atmosphere be strengthened?"
The novelist sought advice.
"Like I said, tackle it from environment, character image and dialogue."
"For example, if your background is apocalypse, then you need to think what kind of apocalypse it is, if it’s heat, write sand covering the land, not a blade of grass, earth cracking; if cold, write endless ice, water freezing upon contact, ice-covered corpses, things like that."
"As for character image, it’s an apocalypse, luxury clothes definitely won’t fit, at least wear patched rags, plastic bags, or even more extreme, directly wear what’s unearthed from under ruins like bomb suits, space suits, say it’s relics of prior civilization, anti-fire, anti-poison, anti-cuts..."
He talked eloquently.
"Yes, yes!"
The novelist nodded enthusiastically.
"Alright, that’s enough for now, take your time to digest. Remember, atmosphere should be present but not excessive, in the main text, it should make up at most ten percent, any more and it becomes padding."
Liu Zheng reminded.
"Got it, senior!"
The novelist said earnestly.
"Then carry on, I’ll head over to Wa Chiang Ming Ming’s place for a while."
