Xu Chuanchuan paused for a while before realizing that Tang Xin was An Ji. She "gulu" swallowed the food and said, "You still contact her?!"
Fang Qin's face was warmed by her bright eyes, and she said, "I met her on a business trip to Shanghai this time."
"The fact that Shanghai is so big that you can still meet each other shows that you are very destined!" Xu Chuanchuan became more and more excited.
Fang Qin's face was getting hotter and hotter, he cleared his throat and said, "To be precise... I came across her shop when I went in to buy something."
Xu Chuanchuan pointed to the box of peach cakes that she had touched on the table: "Could this be bought from the Anji store?"
"An what?"
"Uh, I'm talking about Tang Xin." After saying it smoothly, it was almost revealing, but fortunately Xu Chuanchuan responded in a timely manner, "Did you go to her store to buy these?"
The word "specially" was used too delicately, a trace of embarrassment flashed across Fang Qin's face, and he nodded lightly.
Xu Chuanchuan's eyes widened: "You treat her... do you... "
"Don't look at me like that." Fang Qin didn't start.
Xu Chuanchuan patted the table and said urgently, "I'm in a hurry!"
"No hurries?"
Xu Chuanchuan casually wiped his mouth with a tissue and spoke quickly: "You two are both single and our best friends. Murong Shi and I both hope you can be with Tang Xin!"
"Really?" Fang Qin looked a little dazed, "But, Tang Xin, she..."
"Um?"
Fang Qin restrained her face and said sternly: "We chatted on WeChat after returning from a business trip. I always felt that she was too cold. Every time I took the initiative, she took a long time to reply, and her reply was very perfunctory. So I think, she is probably I don't feel it."
"So you have feelings for her?" Xu Chuanchuan grabbed the point.
Fang Qin was slightly embarrassed and smiled reservedly.
Xu Chuanchuan understood, hehe laughed twice, and said, "If you have a feeling, it's good, and if you have a feeling, there is hope."
Fang Qin spread his hands: "I can't even chat together, where is my hope?"
"When do you usually find her?"
"night."
"No wonder." Xu Chuanchuan knew clearly, "She is in American time, she only wakes up at noon, and starts work at night and in the middle of the night. Maybe she was busy when you looked for her."
Fang Qin was surprised: "Isn't she out of work now?"
"Uh, she lied to you."
"Liar to me?" Fang Qin frowned slightly and couldn't help but wonder, "What exactly does she do?"
"This..." Xu Chuanchuan hesitated to tell her the truth.
Just then Murong Shi came back, she glanced at Fang Qin who was occupying her seat: "What do you want to sit here for?"
Fang Qin put an arm around Xu Chuanchuan's shoulder, and deliberately put his face close to her, looked at her provocatively, and said, "I like Chuanchuan, can't I be close to her?"
Murong Shi's eyes narrowed slightly.
Xu Chuanchuan pushed Fang Qin away without a trace, and before someone overturned the vinegar jar, he said, "Fang Qin is joking, she likes Tang Xin."
"Tang Xin?" She is not unfamiliar with this name, but when she heard the word "like", Murong Shi was still a little surprised, "You went to Shanghai this time to find her?"
Xu Chuanchuan eagerly replied as if he had won the grand prize: "It should be a business trip to Shanghai, and I stopped by to see Tang Xin. Right Fang Qin?"
Fang Qin: "..." Silently stood up and returned to his position.
Murong Shi took a seat opposite her, looked at her with interest, and said, "You fell in love once you met? Love at first sight?"
He was able to chat and laugh with Xu Chuanchuan, but he seemed a little restrained when facing Murong Shi. Fang Qin picked up the chopsticks and said to him, "The dishes are cold, eat quickly."
Murong Shi said to Xu Chuanchuan, "The sun is coming out from the west, and this person knows how to be shy."
Xu Chuanchuan said with a smile: "Don't be shy, Fang Qin, if you have any questions, let us know, we can help you solve it together."
With one enemy and two, there is no advantage in numbers. Fang Qin put down his chopsticks and leaned back: "You two have a tacit understanding." She took a sip of water and sighed, "Okay, my question has been said just now, How are you going to help me?"
"What's the problem?" Murong Shi asked.
Xu Chuanchuan whispered to her: "Fang Qin feels that he has nothing in common with An Ji, and I am wondering whether to tell her the true identity of An Ji."
"It's not a dark secret, why can't you tell it?"
Xu Chuanchuan frowned: "That's what I said, but..."
It's hard to explain to her that authors of online novels like them generally don't want people they know in the third dimension to know about their writing on the Internet. Even if there is nothing to hide, but I feel that after the vest is stripped off, it seems that my clothes have been stripped and I feel insecure.
Murong Shi looked straight at her: "Don't you want the two of them to be together?"
"Of course I hope!"
"Fang Qin doesn't know anything about her, their identities are not equal, and there is no drama at all."
In Murong Shi's words, Xu Chuanchuan was called dumb. This is indeed a thought-provoking question, Xu Chuanchuan hesitated: "Then..."
"What are you two talking about while biting your ears?" interrupted Fang Qin, who was ignored.
Probably driven by her hesitant appearance, Murong Shi said, "Let me tell you."
Xu Chuanchuan blinked.
"What?" Fang Qin was confused.
Without any foreshadowing, Murong Shi went straight to the point: "Tang Xin is a novelist. If you really want to chase her, you may have to put some effort into it."
"Zuo... home?" Fang Qin tasted these two words carefully, his eyes full of shock, "So powerful?"
Murong Shi twitched the corners of his mouth, put his arms around the shoulders of the people beside him, and said proudly, "This one is also a novelist in front of you."
"No, no, I'm not a writer, but Anji." Xu Chuan waved his hands again and again.
"You?" Fang Qin looked in disbelief.
The vest was stripped too neatly. In this case, Xu Chuanchuan had nothing to hide. She sorted out her thoughts and said, "Tang Xin's pen name is An Ji, she is really good. In fact, she is not my college classmate. , I met her through writing online novels, but I am a rookie, and she is a great god. Almost every novel of Anji has been published, and five film and television copyrights have been sold. By the way, it will be adapted from her novel after a while. The TV series is about to be broadcast, called "End of the World"."
Speaking of the glorious deeds of good friends, Xu Chuanchuan was very familiar. She finished it in one breath, and the other two looked complicated.
Murong Shi gave her a bowl of soup, and said a little unhappily, "No one is robbing you, so why are you talking so fast."
It took Fang Qin a long time to digest these amazing news and muttered: "It's really unexpected."
Finally, there was a little sign, in order to match the two of them, Xu Chuanchuan spared no effort to say: "An Ji is a full-time writer, and almost all of her life revolves around novels. It's on the way."
Fang Qin absentmindedly took a bite of the dish, pondered for a moment, and said, "But the point is, doesn't it seem strange that I just go up and talk to her like this?"
"This..." Xu Chuanchuan would reject him if he thought about it from another person's point of view, and talked about the problems of his novels with people other than Murong Shi. As for what An Ji thought, she didn't know. After all, she didn't know how An Ji and Fang Qin were related.
Originally, he confessed Anji's identity because he wanted to help Fang Qin solve the problem, but Xu Chuanchuan bit the spoon in distress.
After eating, they went back to their respective houses.
Xu Chuanchuan couldn't hold back his gossip. He took out his mobile phone and logged on to QQ. He wanted to find An Ji to find out what the other party thought about Qin, but found that An Ji had approached her half an hour ago.
Anji: "Unfortunate child, you have been hung up again [link]"
what's the situation
Xu Chuanchuan couldn't wait to reply to An Ji, so he hurriedly clicked on the link, and the screen jumped to the pink forum.
"Clear Water" is an anonymous author forum in Jinjiang, where people like to discuss various issues related to writing articles. Although it is the author's permanent residence, there are also many readers lurking in it.
Usually this forum is very calm, but when it is torn up, people who eat melons pop up one by one, and the traffic is very considerable.
A long, long time ago, Xu Chuanchuan remembered that someone had hung up on her in Bishui, saying that she brushed overlord tickets and points and so on. But before she could see it, the post was deleted by the forum moderator because of insufficient evidence.
Is this the second time
Xu Chuanchuan couldn't understand how she provokes others by writing her articles in a safe and secure manner. Her pseudonym was clearly written on the title of the post that hung her, which made her feel a sudden shock.
-[Hanging] This time it's definitely a real hammer, and the lily players love to eat Mala Tang and brush the overlord vote to score the evidence!
The content of the main post is very long, with both text and pictures. Xu Chuanchuan read it word by word, and probably understood why the person wanted to hang her.
Everything stems from the 33 deep-water torpedoes that "Passerby Poetry" cast for her new article.
Yep, that's all.
In the new article, Xu Chuanchuan wrote about the case of "passers-by's poems" throwing thunder on her, and every time he mentioned Murong's poems, he voted once. At that time, Xu Chuanchuan was still arguing with her, but Murong Shi said righteously: "In addition to being your girlfriend or your reader, I have the right to reward the author I like."
A bunch of fallacies, how could Xu Chuanchuan speak to her
It is not against the rules to brush Bawang votes in Jinjiang, and many authors will spend money to send their articles to the Bawang vote list in order to gain exposure.
The so-called real hammer of this landlord is because she posted evidence that the IP addresses of "Passerby Poem" and "Love Mala Tang" are the same, and concluded that "Passerby Poetry" and "Love Mala Tang" are the same person.
One of the paragraphs reads: "[Picture] This is a screenshot of the chat in the group. This passer-by said that she is a girlfriend who loves Mala Tang, but she has never been able to show her face because she loves Mala Tang from beginning to end. If the reader asks her about her girlfriend, the author will not answer it at all. I'm afraid she has a guilty conscience. Doesn't the author always emphasize that she is straight? You can bend if you say bend? Anyway, I don't believe it."
Seeing this, Xu Chuanchuan was secretly shocked: Even the chat records in the group are there. Could this person be lurking in her readership
In the end, the landlord summed up: "The overlord ticket is just swiped, and Jinjiang will not be sentenced anyway, but it is disgusting to deceive readers without admitting it. What kind of local tyrant's girlfriend is also sold, the author is attacking himself. Zishou is having a lot of fun, right? The new article is basically the author’s own YY deceiving the readers’ feelings, but he is so embarrassed to interact with the readers under the text wearing the vest of 'passers-by’ every day, isn’t it tiring?”
The content of the following replies is varied, and some say that the landlord has mixed into other readers' crowds and has ulterior motives. But there are more people who eat melons with unknown circumstances. After reading the landlord's analysis, they feel that it is a real hammer. After all, the two IPs are exactly the same. This is difficult to refute.
Xu Chuanchuan had a problem with motion sickness, and Xu Chuanchuan looked dizzy. She didn't even hear Murong Shi telling her to stop playing, and she turned her fingers down a little bit.
27th floor: "How do you know that they are not real girlfriends? Is it strange to live with a girlfriend? It must be the same to share a network IP address. What's wrong with people throwing mines on their girlfriends? I think the landlord is a pink eye."
28th floor: "The whitewashed ones are coming upstairs, I'm afraid it's not the author's family and friends group or a trumpet?"
35th floor: "I've read the author's article, and the cookie is very well written. I didn't add it to the group, but I often read that the author emphasized that he can never bend, and it feels strange to read her new article, why suddenly Just a local tyrant girlfriend? Emmmmm is a bit subtle, don't stand in line."
Floor 36: "I don't know if I don't watch Lily, I'll join in the fun."
…
123rd floor: "This author used to have very few overlord votes, but only after the appearance of passers-by poems, this local tyrant only voted for this author and the author Haojiyou'an sacrifice, is there any technical control to check passerby poems before? IP?"
…
222nd floor: "The real hammer is here [picture] [picture] [picture], it took two hours to finish all the articles of this author, the previous IP of the passerby poem is different from the author's, but the first three show that they are in the same A region, what does that mean?"
223rd floor: "Upstairs 666! It was the same district before? I'm afraid the author is worried about being found out and asks his relatives and friends to help throw the deep water?"
Floor 224: "Now that the IPs of the two IDs overlap, isn't the author afraid of checking?"
Floor 330: "This building is terrible. The IP differs from saying that the author called a group of relatives and friends to help vote, and the IP also said that the author is fine..."
400th floor: "I don't understand why the author did this. Her literature data is not bad, so she shouldn't be throwing money at herself?"
Floor 401: "It's not that simple, I'm pretending to scare people."
Floor 402: "But there's no benefit other than pretending, why bother?"
Floor 405: "It's no good? The author's new article is a story about being bent by a local tyrant author. It's a good character set, and it's a blast! Now this article is the best recommendation on the homepage. Look at the number of collections, Make at least one thousand a day, right? If you earn more, you are not afraid that you will not be able to get back your money.”
…
Floor 513: "Don't talk about it, I'll take down this disgusting author first."
Floor 514: "It's too much to brush the negative upstairs. Even if you throw money for yourself, the author didn't do anything too much."
Floor 520: "Isn't it too much to deceive readers?"
Floor 521: "That is, Jingfen deceived readers in exchange for so many comments. Those authors whose points were suppressed by her are too wrong."
Floor 533: "Come, come, my more than 500 moon stones, go together in a group."
…
Group brush negative? ?
Xu Chuanchuan gave a fierce shudder.
There have been more than 1,000 replies, and Xu Chuanchuan is not in the mood to read it any more. She switches to the APP with trembling fingers, clicks on the novel's details page, and sees the negative score in the comment area. black.
Murong Shi thought she was suffering from motion sickness, and said sternly, "I told you to stop playing with your phone and keep playing."
Xu Chuanchuan was silent.
Murong Shi took time to look at her, seeing that her face was wrong, she quickly found a place to stop the car: "Do you feel like throwing up?"
Xu Chuanchuan's face was pale, his thin lips trembled slightly, and he said, "I'm fine."
"What's wrong?" Murong Shi reached out and touched her forehead.
"I'm really fine." Xu Chuanchuan grabbed her hand, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, "I'm just a little angry."
Murong Shi frowned, "What happened?"
All the slanders against her were not as harmful as Manping's negative points. Xu Chuanchuan couldn't calm down for a long time. She was afraid that she could not explain clearly, so she showed the post to Murong Shi.
Murong Shi read very fast. The further back she got, the more ugly her face became, and her eyebrows became tighter and tighter. After reading it, she said, "What kind of evidence is this? Did the landlord deliberately black you?"
Xu Chuanchuan nodded weakly, took back the phone, and just saw the new message that An Ji sent her.
Anji: "The person who linked you has been found out."
Xu Chuanchuan: "Who?"
Anji: "Orange."
Xu Chuanchuan: "How do you know it's her?"
Anji: "Although the forum can be anonymous, the backstage must be authenticated by real name. If the author's account is used to post, the editor can see the backstage of the poster."
Xu Chuanchuan: "So you asked the editor???"
Anji: "Well. It is very likely that the author who is familiar with the rules and IP codes of the Overlord Ticket is the author. I know that you have not brushed it, so I asked the editor for you. The editor told me that the poster is another author of Xiangcheng. . But the editor didn't tell me what the trumpet's pen name was."
Xu Chuanchuan was shocked, the person who hung her was actually Xiangcheng? ?
Is this guy a mad dog? Why do you keep biting her alone
Xiangcheng once dissed her on Weibo, and used a trumpet to write negative comments on her text, but that time it was because Xiangcheng misunderstood her and robbed her of An Ji. What was the motive this time
A great god like Anji has a good relationship with the editor. What the editor told her must be true. Xu Chuanchuan has no doubts about it, but she really can't understand the purpose of Xiangcheng.
Xu Chuanchuan: "Why does she want to hack me again?"
Anji: "Who knows, it may be revenge, or it may be psychological distortion and just want to disgust you?"
Xu Chuanchuan was speechless.
There were so many people watching the fun, and so many people who slandered her and gave her negative results. Xu Chuanchuan was angry and anxious, and wanted to post to clarify, but An Ji stopped her: "It's best not to end up in real life, or it will go further and further. black."
Even the editor privately chatted with her to let her calm down and update without disturbing the water. Xu Chuanchuan was messed up.
The editor doesn't like the author's torment, but how can she endure this tone
There was a falling out among the readers, but Xu Chuanchuan had no time to meet.
After a moment of silence, Murong Shi squeezed her palm and said, "Go back first."
After returning, the first thing Xu Chuanchuan did was to turn on the computer and prepare to code, but Murong Shi stopped her: "If you don't want to write, don't force yourself."
Xu Chuanchuan said firmly: "I want to write tonight's update."
If she breaks up, the people who attack her will say that she has a guilty conscience.
Murong Shi looked at her for a while and said, "Come on."
"Um."
Xu Chuanchuan typed into the computer "crackling", and Murong Shi took the mobile phone with her back to her to send a message.
Passerby Poetry: "You guys are very stingy. She is not willing to spend so much money on herself, and she doesn't have the time to do things carefully. The landlord is deliberately black, don't believe it."
- Poetry baby, you are finally bubbling! I was so pissed when I saw that I was so hung up!
- You can tell it's black at first glance. They actually gave a big negative. It's too much. The administrators don't care
- I'm going to give the big bonus points!
-I'll go as well!
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Love to eat hot pot: "Hello everyone, I'm Anji, you didn't lie. On the National Day, she also came to Shanghai to play with her girlfriend Shi, a local tyrant."
-what? ? ? Are you actually Anda? ? ? I always thought you were just a mess in the group!
—Ah, An Da didn’t expect it to be you!
…
After sending the message, An Ji also posted a Weibo supporting Xu Chuanchuan. After thinking about it, he clicked on the search bar to find the user of "Sweet Orange".
That's Xiangcheng's Weibo account.
An Ji: "Know that you did it, let it be enough. You'd better apologize to Xiao Rong'er in the building, otherwise it won't do you any good to post this picture [Picture]"
The picture is the chat content of Anji and the editor. It is mentioned that the poster is the author of the orange.
After a few seconds.
Sweet Orange: "Whatever, I won't code any more in the future."
Anji's teeth are scratching with anger.
Xu Chuanchuan finished writing in two hours, and put the chapters he had written into the manuscript box before nine o'clock, exhausted. Suddenly thinking of the post that slandered her, she was in a bad mood.
"Finished?" Murong Shi's voice came from behind him, "Come here to show you something."
"what?"
Murong Shi turned the screen of her phone towards her: "Does this girl look familiar?"
Xu Chuanchuan took a closer look: "Isn't this the dance anchor... Melon? Why are you looking at her?"
Murong Shi pointed to the watermark in the lower right corner of the photo and said, "Tang Xin said this is Xiangcheng's Weibo."
"Scented oranges?!" Xu Chuanchuan also saw the words on the watermark, but was a little confused.
Murong Shi smiled coldly and said, "Xiangcheng is a melon, do you think it's a coincidence?"