〖"Hehe, what can you three old things do to me?" Tang San smiled sarcastically, then suddenly leaned behind him, and fell down under the gaze of all the elders.

〖"Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully the young man in poverty!" Tang San fell to the cliff with unwillingness.

"Is this written... Is this Tudou personally contributed?" Tang Xiang frowned and complained.

"Although the writing style is good, it's okay to write Douluo, it's too embarrassing to put it in Douluo's plot."

Tang Xiang replied directly to the email without thinking: Sorry, your work has been reviewed and has not yet met the signing standards. I hope to contact you when the next work is called for.

The start was unfavorable, and I received a submission that was not ideal.

Then Tang Xiang clicked on a few more letters, which were not as good as the one above. Most of them had too naive writing styles and could not even be smooth and logically consistent.

After reading more than ten submissions, Tang Xiang finally found a book with a normal style, but the more he reads it, the more he feels something is wrong.

This style is similar to those female-style articles that Tang Xiang remembers.

〖...... Tang San looked at the Haotian Hammer as big as a water tank in Tang Hao's hand, and his pulse was beating gradually and rapid. Finally, he froze on the bluestone slab, his whole body was like ice lying on, muttering dejectedly: "Father."

〖"The jade cannot be made into a weapon without carving. If this continues, you will always be a soul master of a disabled martial soul." Tang Hao looked at the disabled martial soul Blue Silver Grass and couldn't help but cover his face and cry. After a long time, he ordered firmly: "Cuiguo, temper his body."〗

〖"Lord Haotian, how can this work?"〗

〖Cuiguo looked at the Haotian hammer handed over by Tang Hao. This hammer was bigger than Tang San's entire person. It was not a physical body, it was clearly a pool of mud.〗

〖"Go quickly." Tang Hao turned his back and couldn't bear to look at it anymore, but he still did not waver. Cui Guoer had no choice but to take the Haotian hammer and walk towards Tang San step by step.〗

〖At this time, the blue silver grass in Tang San's hand flew out as lightly as nothing, and quietly fell on the gold-weaving carpet. The autumn insects outside the window kept chirping, and a tree of red maple was gracefully hidden in front of the window, and the thick scarlet strangled Tang San's throat.〗

〖After a long time, Tang San's sorrow and resentment were hard to suppress, and a mourning sound came from his throat: "I practiced and forged that year. You said you were Haotian Douluo, but you could become the son of the title Douluo. Is it my blessing or my evil?"〗

〖"The years of cultivation and time have been wasted!"〗

"excuse  me? This is the writing routine of female novels!" Tang Xiang was completely stunned when he saw this.

The characteristic of female novels is that they describe emotions more delicately, especially in palace fighting essays. In addition to emotions, they also pay attention to the large pile of gorgeous rhetoric.

For example, Napinting and others, a bad palace lantern, a rag shirt, and a barren mountain can make those women write handwriting.

However, no matter how well a female novel is written, it is impossible to write "Douluo"? Didn't my recruitment terms indicate that the male novels are called for, why did I suddenly act in the Legend of Huanhuan with me?

"And how did you write Haotian Douluo a feeling of becoming a ghost father?"

That being said, Tang Xiang is still planning to record the information about this author. Even if he can't use it now, he can also find her to cooperate with him when preparing for "The Legend of the Harem".

The author who can write such delicate words must be a classical cute girl.

However, Tang Xiang suddenly discovered that this "classical cute girl" also left a note under the submission:

〖Class Tang Xiang, you must sign a contract for me, otherwise you will be ready to go to the management major to have an interview with you in person tomorrow.〗

"Talk in our department?" Tang Xiang raised his eyebrows when he saw this: "Where is this a irritable writer? If she doesn't sign her, can she have to settle the score with me personally?"

In fact, Tang Xiang can conclude that this contributor knew him in real life, and this submission was probably just to trick him.

Many of his best friends know that he wants to recruit writers, and it is normal for friends to make jokes.

Tang Xiang looked at the contributor's QQ email avatar curiously. Although the avatar is very small, it can still be seen that he is a familiar girl.

"Why do I feel a little familiar? Who is this?"

Then he took a look at the nickname of the arrogant "classical cute girl": Siyu's Sorrow, which is still a very contemporary online name.

Huh?
Chapter completed!