Repetitive drama plot

.....It started with a quarrel.

And in the end it was a happy ending...........

Who said he doesn't have a genuine heart?

I object.

One publishing house On a very hot day And it seems that it will cause someone's emotions to become hotter.

“What? My case didn't pass?” I shouted immediately after hearing the results of the decision that my writing did not pass the review according to the standards he set.

Damn, this is already the third time. Does this guy have no sympathy for me or something?

“Yes, you know, then leave. I'll continue working. Over there, go out and close the door." That was the voice of the editor who was reviewing my work.

“Are you here to chase me?”

"I'm not chasing you, but I'm out of business to talk to you."

“But I still have things to talk to you about. I asked for a reason why my writing didn't pass.”

“I told you already,” the commander said in a calm tone.

"But I'm not clear yet."

“I don't want to be too honest. But if you want to listen, I'll tell you your writing. It sucks,” the commander continued.

Scream, I want to scream until the mercury breaks. Then he took off his shoes and threw them in his face. The arrogant bastard What right do you have to say that my writing sucks? The most rude

But to progress in the work you love, you must be patient. Keep your cool. This place is an influence. If you do anything you will risk being gangbanged. So talk to him nicely.

“I implore you to reconsider my writing. From beginning to end And if it happens......"

“How many hundred times have you read it? My answer is the same. If you don't pass, you won't pass,” said General Qing.

Scream, if you're outside you'll die.

“I want a reason that is better than the shit you said just now.”

“The language is not elegant. The plot is repeated, it's not interesting, it's not creative, and it doesn't match the concept,” the editor replied.

“Wherever I wrote everything he announced. A sweet teenage love novel with no romance. Readable for the whole family."

“You sure you wrote that?”

“Sure,” I firmly confirmed. Oh, I wrote it myself. I'm sure it's exactly as described.

“Then I would like an explanation as to why the heroine had to fall down the stairs with her legs limp. also disabled for life.”

“It's such a simple question that the heroine has to be disabled in order to bring tears to the readers' eyes. The hero will feel sorry for him and want to take care of him for the rest of his life. How can you not see this?”

“Retarded,” the commander replied quickly, as if he had never used his brain to consider what I had just said. It was very interesting.

"This is what you're looking for..."

“Her reason is stupid. No one thinks of it. Do you call for tears? I think it's called complacency. She is not suitable for writing. Go, go.”

“This is going too far. You have no right to destroy my dreams,” I said angrily and went to push him with all my might.

“Here you are.”

“Ouch!” I screamed immediately when the arrogant commander's hand touched my body. along with dragging They both pushed me out of the room. before throwing it to the ground Leaving me with my butt stuck in my sockets.

“Get out of my face. We don't accept people like you here,” the man announced loudly. before throwing my writing next.

I saw it and got angry.

"Hey, what's going on? Pao, talk to your little sister carefully." A voice hurriedly stopped him. If I had enough time, I might have to squint my eyes and take a look. But right now, it's not like that. I'm in a bad mood.

I hurriedly got up and put away my writing.

“Your boss is a crazy dog. I don't know how to talk to anyone nicely." I said, looking at that hammer and walking out. But suddenly he remembered something, so he turned around and continued, “Oh, I'll tell you this. That people like Kratip never give up easily. One day I will have to make this place accept my writing.”

I announced loudly and walked out with my head held high. Just keep watching, you good guy, I'll definitely beat you.

Several weeks later at the same location.

“Not passed,” the voice of Commander-in-Chief Pao said again. After my brand new, rewritten work passed his sight

“How can you not pass? I've solved it. And then the plot was changed. When you read it, didn't you see it?"

“I saw it.”

“Then why?”

“I don't like lectures. I don't like the character's personality. All in all, it's not an issue,” said Director Pao with a deadpan expression.

"I don't like it. No matter how many times you say you don't like it, are you biased? Don't you like me that's why you refuse to accept my writing?"

I couldn't help but swing. The police officer has a choppy face. He has a bad temperament and doesn't know how to separate personal matters from work. How did the publishing house let you be an editor? The company went bankrupt.

“That's enough. If you want to think of something, please. However, I would never accept her writing. Go back and take your rotten writings with you.”

The commander said the last thing and raised his head. I'm disgusted. I really want to break that guy's neck and twist his head and kick him. But I couldn't do it. Sigh!!!

I hurriedly put my writing in my bag and held it up. Walk back immediately

"Wait a minute" suddenly That guy called me up.

Heh, I thought it was for sure. Actually, I'm afraid that my quality writing will be lost.

“What is it?” I turned around and asked like a normal person.

“Next, later. Where does she go to submit her writing? Please keep your cool manners. Please take good care of your face, otherwise your dreams will probably disappear. Because of your wildness.”

Forest? Oh, that bastard has a bad mouth. Are you saying I don't have manners? Ha ha ha..

“Oh,” I interrupted because I couldn't think of a curse word. Then he raised his head and walked out of the room immediately.

You must never set foot in my land. Otherwise, your fate will surely be ruined.

“What, you didn't pass the original?” a voice shouted as soon as he saw me walking forward and pouting.

Oh, you can ask. Don't you still know what I'm looking at?

“Yes, many times, but never passed.”

“Don't be discouraged. The editors are strict like that.”

“Only with me,” I couldn't help but complain. The more I thought of his face, the more resentful I became. “Okay, brother, can I ask you something? What did your bun editor major in? Why did you become an editor?”

"Hoy!!! How do you know this?” the older man asked, shocked.

Eh, I just remembered that I asked you, didn't I? And then I'll tell you what I know, I don't understand.

“What?” I asked again. Well, maybe he said it wrong.

"How do you know the nickname of the Chief of Staff?"

"nickname"

“Um, just now, you called the editor a bun,” this older man hurriedly explained, which made me come up with a bright idea.

Ha ha ha, this time you will definitely finish me off. Salapao Editor

Moments later, Salapao Headquarters room

Knock, knock, knock.

“Come in.”

“Mr. Salapao,” I shouted brightly. The commander hurriedly turned around, extremely startled.

“You, why did you come in? I told you I don't accept your writing.”

“But if I tell you to accept it, you must accept it. Because I have your greatest secret on hand,” I bargained. The man glared at me with green eyes.

I'm afraid, sir.

“What are you talking about? What secret does she have about me? What do you know?” the fierce-faced police officer asked me repeatedly. and walked closer to me, expecting an answer And it seemed like it was going to take my life.

Hey, Chief Inspector, when you're brutal, it's scary. It's not fun at all.

“Calm down, I think we can agree on something like this.” I tried to rub it with cold water. I wasn't afraid, but I just wanted to live and breathe.

“Don't sway. What do you know about me? Tell me if you don't tell me. I will kill you and put you in the publishing house,” the editor threatened. Oh!!! I'm scared, I'm afraid I'll die.

"Ah, you can tell. I just know why you got the nickname Steamed Buns. Um, why..."

“Just stop saying that. What does she want?”

Haha, what did you say just now? You asked me what I wanted. I want to be able to publish my writings with this publishing house.

Oh, I didn't know that before. How easy would it be? Otherwise, do it for a long time.

“I would like you to publish my writings.”

“There is no way,” the man emphasized clearly.

“Then you can prepare Uncle Peep to cover your head. Because I'm going to write your story on the internet. A perverted editor who molested and grabbed a young girl's steamed buns. In exchange for having your work published, whoever knows, you will definitely become famous.”

“Here you are.”

“I'm not threatening. If you don't believe I'd like to test it out." I said honestly. What's up? I'm cornered. “Or else. Just follow the conditions I tell you.”

“Your terrible writing, I will never type it,” the editor said again.

Oh man, have you forgotten that I'm keeping a secret from you?

“A word is bad, two words are bad, if it's really bad, Then why didn't you tell me to go back and fix it?” I shouted. It felt painful to have the words repeated so many times. We humans must have some limits. “Do you know how hard I tried? Writing is my dream. I like to read. I like to write.

That's why I chose to come here. Because I want to be a writer,” I vented completely. Tears began to fill my eyes.

“I understand it was your dream.” Suddenly Chief Superintendent Pao spoke in a soft voice, "But just the high voltage alone won't do it." It must also be of quality.”

“Then you give me a chance. I guarantee that if you give it to me, I'll make sure you won't be disappointed. I will definitely be able to write quality work,” I said with determination and hope.

Several weeks later

Salapao Editor's Room

“Mr. Salapao, please help me.” I hurriedly brought my writings to this guy's room as usual. Because after that day Mr. Salapao said he would give me a chance. If I can write a story that pleases him He was happy to publish it for me. And because of that I've been here for several weeks. So I had to run in and out.

This guy's room is like a joke. To consult about writing

“Look, can you please call me and make an appointment in advance? I have a lot of work to do. There isn't just one job for you,” Chief Superintendent Pao complained step by step.

"Oh, I know. But I can't think of anything else to do. It's dead."

“Then what did you bring to me? I have a duty to consider work. Not as her wedding assistant wrote. And when I give you a chance, it doesn't mean Let her come and consult with me every day like this. Think about it yourself.”

“Oh, Mr. Bao, you're in the same boat as me. Please help me, please.” I begged like a kitten. Mr. Pao looked at his face and thought for a long time. This is my story. It's not a final exam, you don't have to be that serious.

“Oh, okay, where are you?” The man finally softened.

"Right here, what's the matter....."

From then on, that guy and I obviously became close. In my free time, I often invite him outside to consult about my writing. Look, he's quite handsome as well. Plus enough to really get to know yourself. And this guy is a warm person. Good habits also have a reason.

From not liking his face because he thought he was a bad-mouthed man. Now I feel my heart throbbing every time I'm near him. And I really want to see his face every day.

“Pass,” came the voice of the commander of Salapao (who I only found out later was actually honest, but I still like to call him Pao). or steamed buns) I almost flew and screamed out loud I finally did it. From now on my dream will come true. I'm going to be a writer.

“You really said it. My work has passed, right?”

“Um, you can come and agree on the contract tomorrow.”

“Scream!”

"Why are you screaming? Didn't you tell me to keep it wild?" The police officer scolded me again.

“Well, I'm happy. Thank you very much for giving me the opportunity and helping me. Thank you very much.” I would like to say thank you very much to that man. Before taking the opportunity to caress that man without realizing it.

I don't know how long I've been hugging him like a lover. But when I realized it again, I almost pushed him away out of embarrassment.

“Sorry, I was a bit overjoyed.”

“Goh,” the police chief spat at me. You don't know how to speak nicely to women, do you?

“Mr. Pao…”

"Hey, when are you going to stop calling me that? I don't like it."

“Well, it got stuck here and other people called it,” I hurriedly said. That man gave me a stern look. “But so be it. Are you free this evening?”

“Why are you inviting me anywhere?”

“I didn't go anywhere far. I just want to invite you to eat.”

“On the occasion”

“It was on the occasion that I submitted my writing work.”

"Is this you? Is it too early? It hasn't been published yet."

“Well, I know how. You must publish it. Nice, come with me. I'd like to repay you. You've always helped me." I begged again. I don't know why. I've been begging so often lately.

“Um, okay.” Yea, that guy finally agreed. Eh, why do I have to be so happy?

"Then let's meet at the same restaurant this evening. Bye."

Same shop, late at night

Me and the Chief of Staff sat and ate delicious food together, eating and chatting pleasantly.

“Let me ask you something. Have you ever had a boyfriend?” I suddenly asked. I don't know why. What inspired me too?

"Why do you ask? Or are you flirting with me?"

That's right. Where are men like you easy to find? Wow, no.

"Hoy!!! Are you crazy or not?” I hurriedly refused with a straight face.

“So, do you have a boyfriend yet?” he asked back. Eh, I didn't get an answer from you just now.

“No,” I replied, dissatisfied. Who asked a woman about this? I didn't know anything about it.

“I thought you were being so stubborn.”

“Eh, sir!!! ”

“Ha ha ha”

I raised my voice, but that guy laughed. What was he laughing about? But it's nice when he smiles, isn't it?

“Look, sir, do you think there will be any in real life? The guy who quarreled first Then gradually they became lovers like in the drama.”

"Probably there is. Why do you ask?"

“No, I just think my life is like a drama.”

“What is it, or what are you trying to tell me?”

“Well, you should probably know. I mean..." I stopped there. Because I can't continue talking.

Am I about to confess my love to a man? I don't want to think about it.

“Let's put it this way. If the sales of your writing within three months meet the target I set, then shall we date?” He suddenly spoke up, making my face turn as red as a monkey's. Are you asking me to be your girlfriend? Scream!

“How?” the man asked again.

“Okay,” I replied with a smile and waited expectantly.

Three months, only three months.

            THE END