Lunch break, dormitory.

I don’t know if it’s a good idea or a long time ago. Unlike the white transparent mosquito nets hanging in other dormitories, the mosquito nets in dormitories are filled with opaque cloth mosquito nets with cute cartoon patterns printed on them. While preventing mosquitoes, the dormitories are also divided into four completely independent small spaces.

If everyone is an isolated island, then 320 is probably four isolated islands?

"Su Qing, what are you doing?"

The little white dragon poked his head out of the amulet and found that the mosquito net around Su Qing's bed had been put down, so he drifted out of the amulet with a big thorn and staggered on Su Qing's head.

As long as the mosquito net is put down, the little white dragon can move freely. This is what they agreed early in the morning.

Su Qing was lying on the bed at this moment, with a pillow on her chest, and a notebook was spread in front of her and something was written. When she heard Xiao Bailong's words, she smiled and replied in a low voice: "I'm making money for you in milk powder."

After most of the day of thinking, Su Qing felt that as a junior high school student in a boarding school, if she wanted to make money, she should start with the novel, right?

Not to mention the writing style, just based on the settings in her mind that have been played with in the future, it should be some extremely novel and wonderful ideas now. Whether it is to serialize the Internet or submit articles in magazines, perhaps, there should be some markets...

After all, it is only 2007. The prestigious originator of fantasy has just finished, and the once-prosperous Infinite Living Kaipai novel has just begun. Most of the online novels are still at the stage of stallions and interspersed with little yellow articles to attract reading. There are also many magazines with youth pain and old-fashioned articles about Mary Sue.

Apart from the prevalence of piracy, there are almost no other shortcomings. Even the harmonious divine beast is still in its childhood and can almost be regarded as the best era for "Wen Copying".

Su Qing roughly understood why most people in the rebirth articles will make a fortune in the form of "text copying". Texts have little investment, low cost, and do not even take too much time, and anyone can do it.

All you need is just a pen or a keyboard.

As for whether readers buy it or not, that is another matter.

"Milk powder money?"

Obviously, Xiao Bailong didn't quite understand what "milk powder money" means. He stared at Su Qing's notebook for a long time and asked in confusion: "Hey, what are you drawing?"

Perhaps because he had been following Su Qing for a long time, the little white dragon, who was originally a straight-talking, unconsciously brought a little Wenxian accent when he spoke, which was soft and glutinous, and very cute.

“I’m not painting…”

Su Qing explained helplessly, although it was incredible, the little white dragon was illiterate.

Yes, it is illiterate, so it recognizes what Su Qing wrote as a painting.

Thinking of this, Su Qing suddenly realized that although Xiao Bailong has been with him for so long, he usually either sleeps or eats, and occasionally fights with each other in his spare time. Although it is very happy, it is not bad for Xiao Bailong?

After all, dragons also need to learn, right?

Su Qing took the little white dragon from the top of his head and said with a smile, "Hey, Xiao Hei, do you want to recognize words?"

Her eyes were originally beautiful peach blossom eyes. When she smiled, she narrowed her eyes into crescent moons, looking like a little fox, with her feet shaking behind her, and it was like wagging her tail.

"Recognize words?"

The little white dragon's instinctive feeling was a little wrong. It was very clear that whenever Su Qing smiled like this, there would be no good things. His little body was trampled into a circle on his laptop and said tremblingly: "That, I can..."

"Okay! It's worthy of being Xiao Hei, it's indeed a good dragon who loves learning!" Su Qing smiled and touched the dragon's head. The touching made Xiao Bailong swallow the three words "Do you refuse?"

Sure enough, I can't refuse...

"Come on, I'll teach you how to read." Su Qing pointed to a word on the notebook with a smile and whispered to the little white dragon: "This word is pronounced 'ye'."

"Leaf?" Xiaobailong said, and his little claws carefully scratched the notebook, "Is it the leaves of the leaves?"

"Yeah, Ye Zi's Ye." Su Qing responded.

"Ye..." Xiao Bailong blinked and asked curiously, "Why do you need to write this word?"

"Well, why do you tell me," Su Qing responded, touching Xiao Bailong's head, "This is the surname I gave to the protagonist of my novel. What do you think?"

Unlike other "Wencougars", Su Qing did not, like them, with the memories of his past life as clear as if he had opened his golden fingers. He could not copy all the novels he had read in his previous life in a complete life. Although he could write the general plot based on his impression, he did not have the original writing style. It is really difficult to explain what it would look like after writing it out.

If you don’t draw a tiger, it’s better not to draw it.

Of course, even if Su Qing can copy it completely, it would be fine if she talks about entertainment and uses it for profit. Even if others can't say anything, she will feel shameful. If those works will appear again in this life, they will naturally be the best. If they can't appear... then they won't appear.

It is enough to copy some future settings and ideas.

"Uh..." Xiao Bailong shook his head and did not answer Su Qing's words, but asked, "What is the novel?"

Even if it looks amazing, it can zoom in and out at will, stop the terrifying wind and rain, and make the sunny weather rain, but the little white dragon is still just a little dragon who is ignorant of the world.

"Novel..." Su Qing thought for a while and tried to explain: "It's probably a series of stories, right? But compared to ordinary stories, they are longer."

Although I don’t understand the “novel”, Xiao Bailong obviously knows the “story”. After all, Su Qing told it a lot of stories, so naturally he explained the meaning of this word to it.

"That's how..." Xiao Bailong's eyes turned and suddenly asked, "Hey, how do I write my name?"

"Ah, that's it."

While Su Qing was speaking, he picked up his pen and wrote the words "Xiao Hei" in the blank space of the notebook.

"and yours?"

Su Qing smiled and wrote the words "Su Qing" next to it. The little white dragon stared at it for a long time, and his little claws slashed on the notebook for a while, then looked up and asked Su Qing, "Is this true?"

Xiao Bailong made some marks on the notebook with his claws. Although it looked crooked, he could recognize it as "Xiao Hei" and "Su Qing".

"I have a high understanding?" Su Qing raised his eyebrows, and saw that the little white dragon's tail was about to rise up, and then said, "Since I have such a high understanding, when I have time, I will teach you the pinyin. After I know it, I will recognize words in the dictionary."

"Ah?" The little white dragon's tail froze in the air, turned his head and asked, "What is a dictionary? Can it be eaten?"

I don’t know if it’s deliberately pretending to be stupid or really not.

"Dictionary... is just a book that can help you learn to recognize words. As long as you read the dictionary, you will basically recognize all the words." Seeing that the little white dragon was still confused, Su Qing added with a smile, "Don't worry, it's very thin."

"Ao...then let's talk about it later."

The little white dragon responded with a slight understanding, then stretched his waist, and his two little claws spread out as if they were "to hug", and his breasts were so cute that he was coquettish: "Su Qing, I'm hungry~~~"

"Next." Su Qing, who had been prepared, threw a bag of biscuits at the head of the bed, "Be careful when eating, it will dirty my bed and make it look good."

"Hey? Don't you feed me?" Xiao Bailong took the biscuit in disappointment. Although he asked this, his movements were very skillful. His two little claws cooperated with his mouth and tore the packaging bag open in a few seconds.

"You are already a big dragon, you have to learn to eat by yourself~"

Su Qing casually teased Xiao Bailong, and no longer cared about it. He focused his eyes on his notebook and began to conceive in his mind.

Although he decided to take the "Wenchao Gong", to be honest, Su Qing had no thoughts for the time being, and he was the protagonist of the novel. Apart from the surname "Ye", he didn't even think about his name.

At least, let's set the name first?

But, what is Ye...

Ye Liangchen?

"Oh, no, this one cannot."

As soon as the tip of the pen was written, Su Qing immediately crossed it off. Then, as if she was disgusting that the marking was not thorough enough, Su Qing applied several strokes hard, and completely painted the three words into a black frame.

This name really doesn't work.

But, if you don’t call this, what should you call it?

Su Qing thought aimlessly, but her eyes unconsciously turned to Xiao Lingtong whom she placed at the bedside - because she was afraid that the teacher would find out that Su Qing set Xiao Lingtong to silent mode. At this moment, Xiao Lingtong's screen was on, showing a prompt of new news.

Su Qing took the phone over, clicked it and saw it was Yin Qi's text message.

"It's so sleepy, but I can't sleep with QAQ."

Su Qing has a little spiritual master, so the little girl naturally knows that when she is fine, she always likes to send two messages to her. Su Qing sometimes responds, and sometimes she doesn't.

Su Qing looked at the time and the news was sent at twelve o'clock, but now it was twelve:30 - she had been accusing the girl for half an hour.

Forget it, I won’t go back. Anyway, the little girl should have gotten used to it.

Su Qing smiled, threw Xiao Lingtong back, picked up the pen and was about to continue to worry about the name of his protagonist, but suddenly he thought of something and looked at Xiao Lingtong again, but he happened to see the screen getting dark.

Su Qing lit the screen again, watching it darken, lit up, and then darken.

Light... dark...

Leaves are dark? Leaves are dark? Leaves are dark? Leaves are dark?

It feels strange no matter how you think about it?

Su Qing tried to write a few names, but was not very satisfied. She wrote a few more and then marked a few. Several places on the notebook soon became blacked out.

It turns out that when I use the book, I hate the young man. Before Su Qing's journey to "brushing the script" had begun, she was tripped by a small name.

Su Qing bit the cover of the pen and thought carefully. He wrote the word "ye" in the tip of the pen, but he couldn't write it for a long time.

Light and dark...light and dark changes...

How do you say that adjective word?

Flashing?

Su Qing's pen began to move, and a few strokes outlined a delicate font.

Although not very satisfied,...

It's called "Ye Shuo".
Chapter completed!