"Chen Yu himself is also thinking about the issue you just discussed."

Editor Liu Yuqing's speech broke the condensed atmosphere in the office. For a moment, everyone looked at him.

"How old can Chen Yu be? What can he think about? Don't put too much hope on him, and don't put too much pressure on him. If we can handle such things well, we will handle them, and don't involve him."

The editor who said this may not have any malicious intentions.

First of all, he really felt that it was unreliable to solve such problems that they could not solve at Chen Yu's age.

Secondly, he saw that Chen Yu had not been easy, not to mention that he had owe Chen Yu a hot search before, which made him unconsciously add a layer of protection from the elders to the younger generation after reading those hot posts in his heart.

So now when he sees a problem, he wants to talk to Chen Yu. He subconsciously takes Chen Yu out first and talks to them like him if he has any questions.

"Don't be busy saying anything else. You just said Chen Yu and he was also wondering what it means. How do you know?" Editor-in-chief Zheng Guangyi felt something hidden behind Editor Liu Yuqing's words.

Editor Liu Yuqing didn't say much, but turned on the light-brain projection screen and put a planning case on the open space in the middle of the office.

"What he meant is... he wanted to give his spiritual energy a definition, right?"

"Reincarnation is a manifestation of specificity in the article. He said that to let everyone understand what the special thing about his article is, it must refer to the definition of this spiritual energy."

What does it feel like to suddenly resolve an extremely difficult problem by others understatement?

question.

It must be a question.

The editors in Qingyun Club's office didn't say much, and looked at the planning project several times, trying to pick out the thorn from the middle.

What Chen Yu unexpectedly expected was that the editors of Qingyun Club did not take the point of collaborating with the three companies to do this activity together. Their focus was entirely on the activity itself and the impact it could bring.

He questioned again and again, and was persuaded again and again.

After questioning, the editors of Qingyun Club gradually began to doubt their lives.

Is this because they don’t have enough brain capacity and can’t come up with such a good idea? Or is it because Chen Yu is too perverted?

Editor Zhang believes that it is the latter.

"We can't think of this idea, nor can others think of it. As long as Chen Yu himself can do it. Because we cannot define what the concept of spiritual energy in Chen Yu's article is, only he himself knows clearly what he is writing, thus setting a benchmark for others."

Just now, a stone was pressed down on my heart, but now my heart has already rippled into the sky with the arrival of the solution.

The office swept away the heavy weight before, and everyone started to talk.

Many editors looked through the manuscripts he had submitted that were somewhat similar to Shen Yu's Wenfeng, and were wondering whether to contact the author, invite him to participate in this competition, or use the article he had, and suggested that he modify it.

Editor-in-chief Zheng Guangyi finally let go of his frowning brows: "Then will we accept this event?"

Does this question need to be asked?

The other editors asked you not to talk nonsense and looked at him with their eyes.

Editor-in-chief Zheng Guangyi, who was originally just asking for advice from a polite question, asked the team: "...Can you give your eyes a little more respect? I haven't abdicated yet."

Similar plots are also unfolded in two other literary organizations.

After all, the isolated island phenomenon in literature rarely exists unless many force majeure factors work together.

Other literary organizations must have encountered the literary trends facing Qingyun Club. Large-scale thinking and small-scale discussion have never calmed down.

Chen Yu's Yuyun School bot was not as good as other literary organizations, so he realized the speed was relatively late.

But his speed of dealing with problems is definitely the fastest.

"Did you agree so much? I knew if it was you, you would definitely do it!" Duan Wuru was very happy.

"So what are you going to do next?"

Chen Yu looked at the receipts sent by three literary organizations lying quietly in his email, and knew in his heart that this had just passed the initial test, and even more serious things were still to come.

Chen Yu: "Do you know what's the most difficult part of this competition?"

Duan Wuru pursed his lips and thought for a while: "The most difficult thing is to get first?"

"That's just the difficulty of other literary competitions."

Duan Wuru: "Then what do you mean is that the difficulties of the literature competition held this time are different?"

Not only are the difficulties different, but the key points are different, but the key points are always discussed together. So, in summary, the most critical and severe test that Chen Yu faced next is how he should set this benchmark and explain this concept clearly.

Although many things in literature are particularly ambiguous, the analysis of articles is also ever-changing, but the formulation of a certain literary noun concept must be much more serious.

When Chen Yu was studying, he had to choose from textbooks, and he had to find the most authoritative version as the most basic reading before he dared to come into contact with other textbook versions.

There is nothing else. He is really worried that because of his shallow personal knowledge, he does not know how to distinguish between right and wrong, and because of the poor textbooks, he will make mistakes in the basic concepts of the person he studied.

Now that he has come to this world and formulates this literary concept by himself, he is really the only one, and there is no other semicolon.

He is right, so what people who learn the whole world learn right. He is wrong... The picture is too tragic, and Chen Yu is a little afraid to think about it.

In fact, he was not worried that he had no goods in his stomach. After all, not to mention his own understanding of this aspect, so many ancient masters left behind materials for his reference.

Like style and texture... there have been many discussions on how to write a document in history, and research on emotions and law has emerged one after another.

At worst, he could use his dream-entering skills to read books for a few more days in his dreams, and strive to integrate all his knowledge.

The difficulty lies in it. Now he is like a teapot, with a dumpling in his stomach, but he just can't pour it out.

How should he explain to the people in this world?

There was no electricity, how should he explain wifi to ancient people?

I haven’t even learned 123, how can he teach people calculus?

Duan Wuru picked up the milk tea in front of him and took a sip. His big eyes flashed and his eyes never left Chen Yu in front of him. He was obviously waiting for his answer.

Chen Yu: "I seem to... cause myself a huge trouble."
Chapter completed!