309 I Canât Take It. My Eyes Are Going Blind!
Ding dong!
Right then, Xiao Feifeiâs phone sounded.
âItâs Lingchen.â
Xiao Feifeiâs eyes brightened, and she immediately opened the message. âHe has really finished the script.â
âHe actually finished the script in three days?!â Sister Lin exclaimed in surprise. âI wonder whatâs the quality like.â
âIt wonât be bad.â Xiao Feifei was filled with anticipation. She printed out Ye Lingchenâs script in a hurry and read it back to back with Sister Lin.
Once they started, their laughter never stopped and they were totally engrossed in it, unable to stop midway. Only when they finished the last page could they stop reading.
âThis script...OMG! It will definitely be a hit!â Sister Lin gasped a mouthful of cold air. She recalled the plots in iPartment and still felt like laughing.
Xiao Feifei was the Queen of TV series. Their sense for TV series was definitely on par with any directors. This iPartment script was really well written and could be considered a masterpiece!
âItâs a heartwarming and funny TV series.â Although Xiao Feifei had full confidence in Ye Lingchen, she was still shocked when she saw that script. She even felt that this script surpassed all the scripts she had seen before this!
âThe content of this script is impeccable. It accommodates audiences of all ages. Most importantly, this scriptâs filming cost is extremely low!â Xiao Feifei noticed that point.
Filming cost was an important factor for a filming company because it directly affected the profits. Nonetheless, Ye Lingchen managed to create the perfect content and minimize the cost at the same time. He deserved to be described as a genius. Furthermore, this script was written in only three days!
If that news were to be leaked, it would shake the screenwriting community. All the screenwriters would die from embarrassment!
âFeifei, I finally understand why youâre working so hard.â Sister Lin nodded profoundly as she read the script.
At first, Xiao Feifei was a rare good girl in her eyes. Those that are worthy of her could be counted on oneâs hand. However, Ye Lingchen was an exception!n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Just what kind of monstrous person was this!?
Seeing Xiao Feifei reply to him with a satisfied emoji, Ye Lingchen smiled and took a break. He then used his phone to log onto Weibo.
Recently, there were a lot of people tagging him on Weibo, causing his Weibo account to vibrate non stop with notifications. Even some of the public official accounts were tagging him. Meanwhile, he was unsure of what had happened.
Novel Yâs Weibo was already taken over from all sides. Below it were countless comments.
[F*ck! Please go to Weibo and sanction this. I canât take it anymore!]
[Novel Y, arenât you good with poems? Please go at it with those poets. I beg of you!]
[Livestream Y, you canât just focus on live streaming. Youâre so good with poems, why not write a few more?]
[F*ck! I canât take it anymore. I want to vomit!]
[I didnât turn on Weibo for three days now. My eyes, it burns!]
...
Ye Lingchen was shocked when he entered Weiboâs main page.
In the middle of the main page was an event banner. It was the poem event that he saw a few days back. It was a platform for everyone to express themselves through poems.
To be honest, that event was rather successful and was buzzing with activity.
Opening the event link, Ye Lingchen was surprised. The event page was unexpectedly filled with many poems over the past few days. It was roughly estimated to be in the thousands.
Apart from some trolls from when the event started, it managed to bring in a few traditional linguists to take part as the event progressed.
Their Weibo were all certified accounts, and they were members of the Authorâs Association from various districts, various poets, modern poets, and even ancient poem appraisers.
This group of people was rather famous and had previously created some works. With their reputation, their participation immediately boosted the status and liveliness of the event.
Everyone took turns to voice out their comments, teachings, and debates.
At first, everything was fine. However, this group of people got addicted to boasting which eventually got into their heads. With that rush, they started sharing their poems for everyone to read.
[XX Cityâs WA [1] Chairman: River covers all, black hole above the well. White on a yellow dog, swelling on a white dog.]
[XX Cityâs WA member no.1: Good poem, good poem! Chairmanâs poem is describing a snowing scene, right? So lifelike. Iâm humbled, so humbled!]
[XX Cityâs WA member no.2: The poemâs content and words are easily relatable. It also breaks apart from the usual rhyming pattern, especially that last sentence, âswelling on a white dogâ, is the essence of the poem. It shows us the scene of a heavy snowstorm, causing the image to pop out from the paper! Just amazing!]
[XX Cityâs WA member no.3: This poem is a masterpiece, one I look up to!]
Faced with the praise from the crowd, XX Cityâs WA Chairman laughed humbly, [Itâs nothing. This is just something I wrote casually at the end of last year. Itâs not suited for formal events. Please donât laugh at me...]
With that, they started stroking each otherâs ego on the platform, getting more and more out of hand, eventually turning the platform into their stage.
Ye Lingchen continued reading. With that, it turned even more nonsensical.
[XX Cityâs WA Chairman: Since everyone is sharing their works, then I shall show my flaws and entertain everyone. Big Clear Lake[2]âBig clear lake, lake clear big. Big clear lake has lotus, lotus has a toad, jumping here and there.]
[XX Cityâs WA member no.1: Good poem, good poem!]
[XX Cityâs WA member no.2: This poem fully expressed the scene of Daming Lake. This is awesome!]
[XX Cityâs WA member no.3: Everyone please applause!]
Apart from that, there were also those asking for advice.
[XX Cityâs WA member: I had an inspiration and wrote a poem, hoping for chairmen and presidents to give me some pointers. A Praise of the CloudsâThe clouds in the sky are really white. Really white, really really white. Very white, very very white. Extremely white, super white, so white I could die. Ah!]
That was not the worst. Below that, someone was actually giving him pointers.
[XX Cityâs WA Chairman: Your poem is mainly writing about the whiteness of the clouds. The theme is clear, but the obscurity is lacking. However, as a poem, it is considered acceptable. Passable.]
[XX Districtâs WA Chairman: I feel that your poem might need another supporting sentence, for example, âReflected on the water, turning the water white.â]
[XX Cityâs WA member: Thatâs the essential touch! As expected of the chairman. Thank you for your guidance. Iâve learned much!]
âNo, I canât read this anymore.â
Ye Lingchen quickly logged out of there. If he continued reading them, he feared that his intelligence would be affected.
No wonder so many people cried foul. That was just challenging the extreme!
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[1] Writerâs Association. With so many instances of this happening, we decided to just give them an acronym.
[2] 大ææ¹ â Daming Lake, or literally translated as Big Clear Lake