The news in the group ejected like a blowout, and Xu Chuanchuan was overwhelmed.
The two were very close, and Murong Shi saw the whole process. She pinched Xu Chuanchuan's blank face, smiled playfully, and said, "Don't you dare to go back?"
It's not a question of daring, it's that too many people @ her all at once, Xu Chuanchuan doesn't know which one to return to first.
In the blink of an eye, the news in the group is 99, and it is still growing rapidly. Everyone is still revolving around "is the new article an autobiography of the author", "is the author really bent", "what is the tricky thing about the local tyrant's poetry and Da Da" and so on. The topic is debated.
One by one has become a melon eater, and once there is something to watch, it's just a matter of hammering.
According to this posture, Xu Chuanchuan felt that as long as he appeared, he would definitely be held down and stripped by the people in the group...
There are thousands of members in the group, and nearly 100 are active online every day. She only has two hands, how could she be able to beat them
Xu Chuanchuan was stunned just by making up the picture in her head, and the tension of opening a new article was not relieved in the slightest. Faced with such a serious problem, she swallowed her saliva and said uncertainly, "It's better not to return..."
Murong Shi squeezed the hand around her waist with some force, half-squinted her eyes, and said, "Are you afraid they will know?"
Xu Chuanchuan wiped the sweat from his palms, leaned half of his body into her arms, blinked his eyes, and said, "It's not that I'm scared, it's just that I feel... so embarrassing. Anyway, I'll write about you in a few more chapters. When they see the plot, they know what's going on. Right?"
Murong Shi didn't follow up, but picked a key question: "What's the embarrassment?"
Xu Chuanchuan blushed slightly, and said in a low voice, "I used to emphasize that I was straight, worried that they would misunderstand, and I swore to them countless times in the group that I would not be able to bend... Now it's like this, I Isn't this a slap in the face?"
Murong Shi looked at her with good eyes, touched her lips that were dry from tension, and said slowly, "If I remember correctly, you also swore to me that you will never be able to soak up your own readers."
Xu Chuanchuan's eyelashes trembled quickly, and his voice was a little hollow: "Yes, yes?"
Murong Shi raised her eyebrows, she couldn't hide the smile in her eyes, but she still looked calm and said, "I still keep the chat records, do I need to see the evidence?"
"Don't, don't, don't!" Xu Chuanchuan held her hand in panic to prevent her from flipping through the phone.
"You untrustworthy and unscrupulous author." Murong Shi said jokingly.
Xu Chuanchuan shrank his neck guiltily until it reached her chest. Hearing the "pounding" heartbeat in her chest, his heart settled a little.
Slowly straightening up, Xu Chuanchuan raised his chin and said, "You're too embarrassed to say I'm unscrupulous, who played me around in a vest back then?"
Murong Shi's expression froze.
"You liar." Xu Chuanchuan gritted her silver teeth and poked her in the heart.
Regarding this dark history, Murong Shi really does not want to look back. She couldn't argue with the reason, pointing to the dusty washboard and the malfunctioning keyboard in the corner of the room, and said, "Do you want me to kneel now?"
Those two things should really be thrown away, it's an eyesore. Seeing that she was about to get up, Xu Chuanchuan hurriedly grabbed her and said, "Why are you kneeling, I've already taken a bath."
Murong Shi held her in his arms again, lowered his head to kiss her, but saw her eyes fixed on the phone for a moment.
A novel is like the author's child. The moment it is published, it is like a quack. Xu Chuanchuan is eager to see everyone's reaction. She swiped her finger, refreshed successfully, and suddenly a lot of new comments popped up.
She read through them attentively, and found that the focus of everyone's attention was not the article itself, but the content of the comments were all gossip.
The most eye-catching is the ten deep waters cast by "Passerby Poems", one of which is also covered with high-rise buildings.
- Catch a local tyrant poem alive!
- Local tyrant poetry, you actually robbed the sofa! Did you know it the first time you posted it? You two must be tricky!
—There must be something tricky 1, look at the title of this text, and these ten deep waters, I don’t believe you who say you are innocent!
- Handed the microphone to you, local tyrant poetry, please tell the story of you and Da Da.
- I'm dying of curiosity, has Da Da really been bent by you? ?
—Why are you not in the group anymore? Join the group chat! We can't wait to eat the melons!
…
Xu Chuanchuan's expression was a bit indescribable.
Unable to see the content related to the comment article, she exited the APP, switched to QQ to take a look, and the whole person was messy again.
In the group @ only passers-by's poems, readers came to @爱eat malatang one after another, so many news Xu Chuanchuan couldn't read at all.
It's better to pretend to be dead, and they will stop when the freshness wears off. With such a mentality, Xu Chuanchuan threw the phone aside.
Murong Shi picked up her cell phone, unlocked it, and tapped her fingers on it.
"Why?" Xu Chuanchuan was confused, took a look at the phone, and was stunned.
Group system news: Passerby's application to join the group, the administrator loves to eat Mala Tang has passed.
Xu Chuanchuan: "..."
The speed of swiping the screen in the group was too fast, and the prompt of "passer-by-passer poetry" adding to the group was quickly overwhelmed, but some people still found it.
- I saw the local tyrant poems come in! [picture]
—The local tyrant must have seen our call, God, why am I so excited
-Ah, I want to eat melon!
…
Seeing Murong Shi burying herself in typing, Xu Chuanchuan wanted to ask her what she wanted to do, but opened her mouth, it was too late, and Murong Shi clicked the send button.
Xu Chuanchuan glanced at his cell phone.
Passerby Poem: "Thank you all for supporting my girlfriend and her novel."
This sentence is tantamount to a bomb, and the group boils with a "bang".
- Mom.
—What is your girlfriend in the local tyrant poem? ?
- Oh my God, I guessed it!
- Do you really broke the big poem
- It's not necessary to ask, it must have been bent! Now most of them don't dare to come out, they must be hiding in some corner to peek at the screen.
- This passerby's poem is not fake, right
- It shouldn't be fake, the avatar hasn't changed.
…
In order to prove that he is not a fake, someone raised his hand and sent a big red envelope of 1,000 yuan to the group. The action was too fast, and Xu Chuanchuan was too busy watching the group to stop it.
There was a frantic scramble in the group, and after the snatch was over, there was a lot of discussion.
- How could it be fake like this! The local tyrant poem loves you so much~
-Ah, I didn't get it!
- I didn't grab it either, I don't want red envelopes, I want to listen to gossip! Local tyrant poetry, am I really with Da Da
…
Here, Murong Shi didn't have time to reply to the news, she was being thrown into bed by Xu Chuanchuan for the education of "being diligent and thrifty and living a life".
"You even give out red envelopes, you have a lot of money!" Xu Chuanchuan rubbed and pinched her body, but he didn't do anything ruthless.
Murong Shi smiled and ducked, saying, "They are so cute."
"They are cute or am I cute?" Xu Chuanchuan put his hands on his hips.
"Of course it's you." Murong Shi rolled over and overwhelmed her, sealing her lips with her lips.
Readers in the group felt baffled by the appearance and sudden disappearance of the parties, and they waited unbearably.
A few minutes later, Murong Shi was out of breath and separated from Xu Chuanchuan before she remembered to watch the group.
There is too much news. Fortunately, Murong Shi has always read very fast. She read it at a glance and ten lines, and finally said concisely: "Your eldest brother has been with me for five months."
- Five months! ! !
- It turns out that you have been hooked up since the last book!
- God, you have been hiding too well for so long, haven't you
—Ah, it’s actually true! bless all of you!
-bless! I also want a girlfriend so much that I also want to write novels.
- It turns out that there really is a 233 who made himself crooked
- So, is this article really the true story of Dahe Tuhao's poems
-XSWL, Da Da has always emphasized that he can't bend, what's the situation now @爱eat malatang
- I know you must be here, so don't dive right now.
- That's it.
…
"..." Xu Chuanchuan in the peeping screen silently pulled the quilt over his head.
Murong Shi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he dragged her over abruptly without typing with his fingers: "You guys are so shy."
- What are you shy, come out and show your affection.
- That is, shy or something, come out, we are very gentle, we don't hit you.
- If you don't hit you, at most you will be punished.
- What is the punishment
- Punish them to pat them for ten seconds in the tongue and hair group!
- This is good this is good!
- I'm more curious, is it being attacked or attacked
- It's not necessary to ask, it must be accepted! Don't dare to come out, you must be weak!
…
Xu Chuanchuan: "..."
If she answered every question, Murong Shi would probably lose her fingers. She picked up the question about Gongshou and replied, "You guys are not good with big waists. She likes to be below."
- I'd say it's weak!
-Pfft, I instantly made up some pictures that are not suitable for girls, I'm going to have a nosebleed.
-Dada attacked her tonight!
- Support the big counterattack!
- Counterattack 1.
…
What a mess!
The more the topic was discussed, the more deviated it became, Xu Chuanchuan blushed like blood, she pushed Murong Shi's shoulder: "Don't talk nonsense!"
Murong Shi smiled very happily, put her lips on her lips, and said, "Do you want to counterattack?"
She's still booing!
What phone do you play at night? If you don't play, you won't cause so many troubles, and now I don't know how to end it.
Xu Chuanchuan bit her lip fiercely.
Murong Shi let out a muffled groan, hugged her and rolled around, touching her hand under her, and rubbing lightly in a sensitive place.
"Hmm—" Xu Chuanchuan murmured, his body suddenly softened into a puddle of mud, and his eyes were watery.
—Why did the local tyrant poems disappear again
- Was greatly counterattacked
…
two hours later.
It was twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and the group was still very lively. Because some readers only saw the revelations, they came out in an endless stream, and the issue of "greatly being bent by local tyrants" has continued from more than nine o'clock until now.
It's really not a good thing that an author's private life gets too much attention from readers. Xu Chuanchuan was a little panicked, and he didn't want to cause a new wave of turmoil because of his appearance, so he could only spread his anger on Murong Shi.
"It's all your fault, what a mess."
Murong Shi didn't expect everyone's reaction to be so strong, she reflected on herself for a while.
He took his mobile phone, and in response to everyone's concerns, Murong Shi sent a concluding message: "If you want to read our story, you can read the novel. Let's stop the discussion about me and my girlfriend, let's discuss it further. Might be unhappy."
As soon as "passer-by-passer poetry" appeared, the group set off a craze again.
- Local tyrant poetry, you haven't slept yet.
—Okay okay, we won’t discuss it anymore, don’t be angry @爱eat malatang.
- Don't be angry, we are just curious and not malicious, I still love you!
—I have only one question, may I ask? (Passerby replied: ask.)
The reader said: "Since you have been with Da Da Shi for a long time, why did you quit the group before
What a wonderful reader to ask such a wonderful question.
Xu Chuanchuan wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare to laugh. He stared at Murong Shi, wanting to see how she would answer.
It's a shame to be kicked out of the group. Of course, Murong Shi couldn't tell the truth. She replied without changing her face: "The slippery point is wrong."
"Pfft—" Xu Chuanchuan didn't hold back.
She really tried and tested the trick of hand slipping!
The girls in the group are simple, anyway, they believe what Murong Shi says.
"It's very late, everyone..." Before he could finish typing a line, Murong Shi's attention was caught by a new message that appeared in the group.
Love to eat hot pot: "What is slippery, don't trust her [picture]."
When he clicked on the picture, Murong Shi's face immediately turned black.
-On September 17, the passerby was kicked out of the group by the administrator, and the operator was the group owner.
This solid evidence directly overturned what Murong Shi said just now.
Xu Chuanchuan seemed to hear a crisp "pop", she hugged her stomach and laughed loudly: "Hahaha—"
—Blushing in a trance, slapped the scene in the face.
—Why are you so skinny? Why did you lie when you were kicked out
-I'm more curious now, what the hell did you do to get kicked out of the group
- Must have done something bad!
— I believe it was a big swipe [funny].
- Shi Baobao: I'm shameless, please don't say anything
…
Murong Shi: "..."
It was rare to see Murong Shi slumped, and Xu Chuanchuan laughed until tears came out. Within three seconds of being happy, Murong Shi threw the phone and rushed towards her, pinching her soft waist and tickling her: "Is it funny?"
Xu Chuanchuan couldn't take it anymore, and begged for mercy while wiping away his tears: "I was wrong, I was wrong."
After making trouble for a while, Murong Shi let her go, her unhappiness was written all over her face, she picked up her naked body, picked up the mobile phone that had been dropped, stared at the readers, and asked, "This administrator Also your readers?"
She was talking about the "love to eat hot pot" who just flashed after bubbling, that is, the initiator of her shame in front of everyone.
Xu Chuanchuan pulled the quilt to cover his body, waited for his breath to calm down, and said, "No, that's the trumpet of Anji."
Murong Shi's face turned from black to green visibly, his brows were furrowed, and the words "I'm very upset" were written brightly on his face.
That look is kind of scary.
Xu Chuanchuan felt a sudden shock, worried that she would kick An Ji with her mobile phone in a fit of anger, so she quickly hid her phone: "An Ji just likes to joke, don't take it seriously."
Murong Shi twitched the corners of his mouth, smiled indifferently, and said, "I'm too lazy to know her in general."
Xu Chuanchuan breathed a sigh of relief, yawned, and said, "I'm so sleepy, let's sleep."
"Um."
Before going to bed, Murong Shi went to the toilet, and when she came back, she took the two people's mobile phones and put them on the computer table to charge.
Xu Chuanchuan watched her fiddle with her back to him for a long time, and asked, "What else are you doing?"
"Linda find me, give me a message." Murong Shi said without looking back.
"Oh, hurry up then."
"immediately."
Drowsiness swept over, Xu Chuanchuan yawned again, found a comfortable position and closed his eyes.
The next day she had to go to work, Xu Chuanchuan was woken up early by Murong Shi, got up to change clothes, unplugged the fully charged phone, and when she saw the unread message, she clicked in.
Anji: "Look at your family, who actually threatened me [picture] [sweat]."
Clicking on the picture shows the chat content between An Ji and Murong Shi.
Passerby Poem: "I still have more than 200 moonstones in the background."
Love to eat hot pot: "Big sister, did you post it to the wrong person?"
Passerby: "I heard that you can score more than 100 negative points."
Love to eat hot pot: "… "
The chat time was around 12:15, before they went to bed. Murong Shi actually lied to her that she was replying to the email.
"What are you playing on your phone early in the morning, go wash up." Murong Shi pushed the door in and urged her.
Xu Chuanchuan turned around and asked bluntly, "You're not really going to give Anji a negative score, are you?"
Murong Shi smiled lightly and said, "No, how can I be so boring."
"You've always been boring." Afraid of being knocked down early in the morning, Xu Chuanchuan couldn't bear to say that because of his strong desire to survive.
Murong Shi's wet fingers tapped her cheek and said, "Does she still have the face to sue you?"
Xu Chuanchuan wiped the back of her hand, looked at her "just" face, and said, "You have a face to threaten, why can't she file a lawsuit."
"Did she tell you anything bad about me?"
"No."
"Let me see."
The page was still in the chat window of He Anji, and Xu Chuanchuan handed her the phone.
After reading it, Murong Shi smiled vaguely and said, "Show you the full version."
"What full version?"
Murong Shi picked up her mobile phone and found out the private chat record with An Ji last night to show her.
Following that screenshot, there are two more messages.
Love to eat hot pot: "Big brother, I still have a few new resources, do you want to package it and send it to you?"
Passerby Poetry: "Okay, send me an email first."
Xu Chuanchuan: "..."
Compromising so easily, is this still the crazy and unrestrained Anzai she knew
But after thinking about it, I figured it out. As an author, I am not afraid of bad reviews, but I am afraid of being maliciously criticized. More than 100 negative points are enough to drink a pot, even if An Ji is a great god, he has to be afraid.
Sometimes Xu Chuanchuan thinks that Anzai is very fascinated, obviously she is a literary youth, how can she always get those messy "resources"
Since Xu Chuanchuan deleted the compressed package that An Ji gave, Murong Shi has been brooding about it, complaining that she wasted resources. Once again, she got something good, and she couldn't wait to pull Xu Chuanchuan to watch it with her.
The next night, the two of them lay naked on the bed, holding down their turbulent mood, holding a tablet computer and preparing to enjoy the action movie sent by Anji, the explosive music sounded—
"Hulu baby, cucurbit baby, seven flowers on a vine. Don't be afraid of wind and rain, la la la la—"
"… "
"… "
If An Ji was beaten by Murong Shi this time, Xu Chuanchuan felt that she was not wronged at all. real.
Fang Qin rented a large suite near the company, with a living room, a bedroom, and a small kitchen. After Murong Shi learned the news, he brought Xu Chuanchuan to see her.
"You have so few things." Xu Chuanchuan turned around, and there was an echo when he spoke.
Fang Qin didn't wear makeup today, his face was paler, and his words were weak: "The luggage is at home, I don't want to see them, so I'm too lazy to go back and get them."
The room basically didn't need to be tidied up. After putting away the luggage, the three of them went out to find a place to eat.
"Do you still have contact with An... Tang Xin?" Xu Chuanchuan couldn't help asking while waiting for the meal.
Fang Qin smiled lightly and shook his head. With the action of drinking water, she lowered her eyes to hide the loneliness that flashed in her eyes.
Before leaving Shanghai, she sent Tang Xin an appointment on WeChat, but she didn't dare to hold out much hope, but she did not expect that the other party would agree.
That night, Fang Qin was so excited that he didn't sleep well. He got up early in the morning, put on a beautiful makeup, changed into what he thought was the best-looking clothes, and waited for noon to come.
Time passed very slowly, and finally it was half past eleven, Fang Qin couldn't sit still, and sent her a message to remind her not to forget it.
The phone rang, and Fang Qin opened the message with joy.
Tang Xin: "I'm sorry, but I can't have dinner with you temporarily."
As if someone had poured a basin of cold water over his head, from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet, Fang Qin's restless heart sank little by little.
Not to mention sadness and disappointment, Fang Qin felt that she had been tricked, but she couldn't be angry, after all, she was the one who offended others that night.
In the end, Fang Qin didn't have the courage to verify whether it was a real problem or an excuse.
The author has something to say: You guys don't get too good... No hints, everything is fiction.
Since I mentioned "After Being Bent by Readers", I may be embarrassed next, please cover your eyes.