Thanks to the huge reward of "God of the Pit"!!! "I don't know how the author thought of writing this, but I have to say that the writing is really exciting, and I got goosebumps when I read it."

"Although I was not born at that time, it is said that I am quite evil. I hope the author will release the following content as soon as possible."

"This is too scary. I'm a little scared. I'm waiting for the seniors I've seen to comment!"

After returning to the apartment the next afternoon, Zheng Rongxuan turned on the computer and checked the reviews of "Memories of Murder". Most of them were more comments below. Of course, some female readers felt that it was too scary and not their food. Among the many comments, Zheng Rongxuan saw Jin Haozhi's comments again.

"Life is like a drama, brothers are really talented. I have always been very interested in this story, but I have not dared to write it for a long time. Back then, I was one of the many people who were scared to pee. Although it was only the first chapter, it made my memories go back to the past era. When I was scared to death when I was a child, I hid in my mother's arms and didn't dare to go out at all. Although I was just a little boy, the killer might not look down on me, but who knows who the next one is?"

When Zheng Rongxuan saw this guy's comment, he couldn't help laughing. Although Zheng Rongxuan had not experienced that period, he could imagine how many serial murders in a small town would cause people living in that small town to be afraid every day.

Zheng Rongxuan opened the text message from the forum and sent a private message of thanks to Jin Haozhi. At the same time, he invited him to discuss some "trauma" inspiration if he had the opportunity in the future.

After Zheng Rongxuan posted the second chapter early today, he opened a web page again, entered the website address of Yahoo Japan, and then entered a few words to search. Among the search results of several pages, Zheng Rongxuan hoped to find some clues, but unfortunately his wish was a little disappointed.

"If you look for that movie, I can tell you that there is no need. Japan's animation industry is the most developed in the world. At this time, although Shun Miyazaki had initial ideas, the trauma has not been completed yet. Even the animation has only been produced less than a quarter. If you contribute at this time, you may be able to be a co-author." The Elf of the House God reminded him from time to time.

Zheng Rongxuan shook his head helplessly and said, "It's boring to join forces. Forget it, I'll continue to write my Korean novels."

"You are plagiarizing, plagiarizing!" The elf of the home god contempt.

"I just plagiarized, I'm happy, do you care?"

Zheng Rongxuan smiled and ignored the little guy in his mind. He searched for a movie two years later and found a sex comedy from it. He had an impression of this movie, which was quite Coke. Although it was not released in China at that time, he happened to be in South Korea at that time, so he went to the theater to watch it. Not to mention that he was really shocked at that time.

The movie can be made like this? The exposed shots in it are so bold, he wondered why the actresses dared? Are they not worried that their future husbands will be jealous? It was not until later that he learned by chance that there was a profession in this world called stand-in.

When Zheng Rongxuan saw the name of the movie, he immediately smiled and created a new document. Zheng Rongxuan started to "create" again.

Just when he was traumatized, in an office of Wenxuetun Publishing House, President Park Hwan-jin accidentally discovered "My Savage Girlfriend" online. He was immediately attracted by the story inside. After reading it in one breath, he realized that the sky was already a little brighter.

After rubbing his sore neck, Park Hwan-jin slapped the table with some excitement and shouted: "It's so great. Such a wonderful story, it would be a pity if it was not published."

Zheng Rongxuan didn't know that his first book was attracted by a publishing house. Of course, this is related to the continued decline in the performance of his publishing house in the past two years, and it is almost impossible to expose the blame.

After spending another happy and tired weekend, I just left the classroom after school at noon on Monday, and was stopped by Li Min and Jiang Yan.

"Zheng Rongxuan, we don't ask if you are busy with work, but this time you have to save and help. Now we can't speak Korean well, not many people can understand Chinese, and English is even more difficult, so after thinking about it, you can only do this."

"What's the matter?" Zheng Rongxuan looked at the two of them in surprise and asked in confusion. Although Zheng Rongxuan rarely participated in group activities of this group of exchange students, he usually met quite a few times, and he often helped them do some behaviors similar to on-site translation.

"The school will organize a music exchange meeting next week. The professor means that we exchange students will also have two programs. I can have a piano, but someone must have a Korean song, so after thinking about it, you are the only one who can do it." Jiang Yan said helplessly.

Although we have been enrolled in school for two months, unfortunately, apart from Zheng Rongxuan, there are few people who pass the Korean language, and others don’t understand much Chinese. Fortunately, everyone chose English classes when they were in class. However, the students from China, even if they are good at English, are very reluctant and have difficulty learning, let alone singing and dancing.

Zheng Rongxuan nodded indifferently and said, "No problem is left to me. Isn't it just a Korean song? I just happened to meet it. Let's go for dinner together, I'll treat you!"

Zheng Rongxuan was a literary and artistic activist in school before. It was not because he loved it very much, but because of his special identity as a mixed-race child, everyone always wanted to make a fool of him. Unfortunately, Zheng Rongxuan never let them succeed since childhood.

After having lunch with two beautiful classmates at noon, Zheng Rongxuan was about to go back to the apartment without classes in the afternoon. He passed by a musical instrument shop next to him. He suddenly became interested and walked straight in.

"Boss, can I try this piano?" Walking to a piano, Zheng Rongxuan asked at the boss who was walking over with some love, touching the radiant paint face.

Zheng Rongxuan's family likes music is her mother. Although she is not so standard after living in China for so many years, she was hired as a music teacher at WH No. 1 Middle School. Influenced by her childhood, Zheng Rongxuan has achieved some achievements in piano and other musical instruments.

"Can!"

After receiving permission, Zheng Rongxuan thanked him and sat in front of the piano, recalled the rhythm, and immediately started playing on the black and white keyboard.

Quan Baoying originally came to Dongguo University today. Unexpectedly, when she walked to a musical instrument store, a gentle piano sound suddenly came from it. If that were the case, she would not attract her attention. However, along with this piano music that she had never heard before, there was also a song that was like a Ganjing that seemed to have been washed by snow. This was an unheard of song, especially the boy's voice was very special. Ganjing seemed to have not been modified at all, and it suddenly penetrated into her ears, making her unable to help but close her eyes and feel the rich happiness in the music and songs.

It was not until the sound disappeared for several seconds that Quan Baoying woke up. Her heart was completely intoxicated by this song. Although there were many Korean idols and many pure voices, there were really no one like this one inside. Looking through the huge glass window, I saw a handsome boy who looked absolutely handsome.

Quan Baoying no longer cared about anything else, and immediately pushed the door and walked in, looking at Zheng Rongxuan with his eyes lit up and said, "Sir, your piano and singing are great. Do you want to be a singer? Our company..."

Zheng Rongxuan looked at the 20s-year-old woman who suddenly broke in, and shook her head gently and said, "I'm sorry, I never thought of becoming a singer. I'm sorry I should leave. Boss, thank you!"

"You're welcome, the young man just wants to come to my shop with the words of the piano." The boss was also fascinated by the hearing and happily sent an invitation to Zheng Rongxuan.

After Zheng Rongxuan smiled and bowed, he refused Quan Baoying's introduction again and left the musical instrument store directly.

Be a singer? Maybe he will play when he is interested, but his personality is too lazy. Even if he does it, he doesn't like the endless announcements of South Korea. When he goes on stage to sing, what makes him even more disgusted is the damn old and junior system in the Korean entertainment industry. So even if Zheng Rongxuan wants to do it, he is still a screenwriter with a high status in South Korea.

Speaking of which, Korea is really a strange country. Directors are not the biggest in the crew. Screenwriters play a crucial role in the entire crew. Strong screenwriters can even direct the director. No matter how big a player you are, they are completely unable to play freely when acting. No word of the line is allowed to be changed unless they are approved by the screenwriter.
Chapter completed!