Chapter 27

At this time, Lu Yang, who was full of the story and just wanted to start writing while he was still in his state, certainly wouldn't notice Cao Xue's mood next to him.

Quickly returned to his seat, Lu Yang grabbed the pencil on the table with a smile of joy, pressed the snow-white manuscript paper with his left hand, and began to write.

"Lu Yang, with a pencil in his hand, Shua Shua several times, first wrote the chapter name in the upper left corner of the manuscript paper.

Yes, he has written chapter 104 of doomsday wasteland.

In addition to the four episodes of manuscripts that have been handed over to the publishing house, Chen Feng, who was originally chasing prey, became the prey of the three monsters. The three monsters formed an encirclement circle, surrounding Chen Feng alone among the ruins of several buildings.

The situation has reversed. Chen Feng has become a turtle in a jar. It seems that he has been unable to fly.

……

Lu Yang has just conceived all the details of this plot outside.

Just like a painter, before writing, he has a clear idea of the picture to be painted.

So when it was written, Lu Yang's speed was very fast. The pencil in his hand was like a ghost character, and the tip of his pen was swiftly moving on the white paper.

This is the real state after a novel writer really enters writing.

Otherwise, why can some top writers code seven or eight thousand words an hour?

Even typing on the computer is much faster than handwritten. If you don't have a good story in mind, who can write seven or eight thousand words an hour?

No matter how * * people are, they can't!

Only when we have a clear mind, keep thinking all the time, and the hand speed of codewords keeps catching up with the speed of thinking, can there be such a * * speed.

At this time, Lu Yang entered such a state.

The thoughts in his mind are like beads falling on a jade plate. What he is doing is to use the fastest speed to write the thinking that is constantly rotating in his mind. In order not to interrupt the story in his mind, Lu Yang must burst out at the fastest speed. Otherwise, once his mind is broken, even if he finds the state later and writes on, the content of this chapter will become incoherent, There is no one-stop mood.

As mentioned earlier, when Lu Yang wrote a manuscript, the font was very ugly in order to pursue speed.

The nib fell. Before writing a paragraph, his NIB would not leave the manuscript at all. Therefore, in Lu Yang's pen, the text of each paragraph was connected from beginning to end, and there was no interruption in the middle.

Not only that, he even subconsciously simplified many words.

I believe that few people can recognize such simplified words except himself.

Lu Yang, who has completely entered the state, is absolutely selfless.

I didn't notice at all. I don't know when Cao Xue sitting next to him looked away from his book and looked at him quietly. He wrote continuously on the snow-white manuscript paper.

"What is this? What is he writing? Is he trying to get my attention?"

Cao Xue looked at Lu Yang's rapid writing on the manuscript paper, and his heart could not help but have such doubts.

Lu Yang left her a bad impression in the first half hour of tonight.

Even her heart has decided that from tomorrow night, she will no longer come here for evening self-study, and will no longer pay attention to the boy who doesn't love learning.

However, after Lu Yang came back from outside the classroom, his state was obviously wrong.

It's like a whole other person.

Except that when he first entered the seat, he made a big move and made a little noise, which affected her reading. After that, he was like playing chicken blood full of a syringe. He wrote something on the stack of snow-white manuscript paper at a * * speed she had never seen before.

The speed of the writing hand suddenly produced a very indecent adjective in her brain - exhaust.

"It's very fast, but what's it written? It's too ugly. How can there be such ugly words in the world? He can't Scribble? Can he recognize it?"

Cao Xue's heart soon had new doubts.

She had never thought that someone could write so fast, and had never seen such ugly words.

It is clearly a Chinese character, but it continues to write like writing English.

Under Cao Xue's stare, Lu Yang had finished writing a piece of paper. With a crash, Lu Yang had turned it over. In fact, he wrote in the back. Because the pen was held too tightly, Lu Yang's hand was sour and soft, the writing speed decreased significantly, and the nib was too thick. He needed to stop, have a rest, and cut the nib by the way.

Until this time, Cao Xue, who had been quietly watching Lu Yang's writing, hesitated and asked the question that had been suppressed for a long time: "Lu Yang, what have you been writing just now? I can't recognize your words."

When Lu Yang heard Cao Xue's voice, he was surprised that Cao Xue seemed to have been watching himself since when.

However, hearing her question just now, although she said she couldn't recognize his words, Lu Yang was not ashamed at this moment.

On the contrary, I still have some complacent thoughts in my heart.

For Lu Yang, it is also a skill few people have to practice such fonts. It is very practical to write manuscripts or shorthand.

When you write a manuscript or shorthand, you are really happy and sad!

Lu Yang wants to cry without tears.