One Punch Man King Engine

Chapter 514: Talk about fifty cents

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As you all know, I stopped updating last night. However, I did not tell the reason why I stopped updating. In fact, there is a touching story in it:

It started in October last year, when I just started my book. I happened to meet a girl on the Internet, her name was Pippi. We chatted very happily. After going back and forth, I gradually fell in love with Pippi. From then on, I clutched my phone every day, I was waiting for Pippi's message in a daze. As long as I could chat with Pippi for a while, I could giggle for a long time. Maybe this is love. People always say that love will make a woman's IQ become negative. I think the same is true for men. , such as me.

At that time, I was so preoccupied with my work that I didn’t even care about writing a book. After all, I only wrote books out of interest when I was single and had a lot of free time. At that time, I felt that I was already in love, so I didn’t need to write a book to pass the time. Of course, I don’t care about updates. Old readers who have been following this book know that during that period, I frequently stopped updating. There was no update for almost thirty days in two months, which forced many people to quit. I know I am sorry for everyone. , but for my lifelong happiness, I can only postpone updates. During that time, I was happy because I owned Pippi and felt that I owned the whole world. Even if I had never seen Pippi, I could I feel Pippi's gentleness, virtuousness and loveliness from the words. I feel like I am as lucky as a king to meet, know and fall in love with Pippi...

However, the plot took a turn. When I was worrying about how to express my love to Pippi, at the end of December, Pippi told me through QQ that she was in love and that in order to prevent her boyfriend from misunderstanding, she would delete all the posts related to me. Chat history, and would block me. I was heartbroken and cried all night. I went to work for the second time with red and swollen eyes. People asked me what was wrong. I forced a smile and said that I had rewatched "The King of Comedy" last night. I was so moved that I cried. I suppressed my sadness, chatted and worked with people, and continued typing while laughing. I resumed updating. At that time, I had been a salty fish who had been discontinuing updates for two months. Ha, just a salty fish. Because tears are salty, I know, they are salty, I fucking know, ha, ha, ha...

I updated steadily for a few days and then put it on the shelves. Because I lost contact with Pippi, and in order not to wallow in the sadness of losing Pippi, I concentrated on work and writing books. For more than a month, I did not stop updating. ,.

At this time, God played a joke on me again, or sympathized with me, and gave me a chance. Pippi was lovelorn, and she confided to me her whole process from falling in love to falling out of love through QQ. At that time, I typed to comfort her and scolded her. That scumbag actually made me smile in my heart. In order to make Pippi happy, I wholeheartedly chatted with Pippi. That time happened to be during the Chinese New Year. Because during the Chinese New Year, I had to deal with relatives and spend time with Pippi, so during that time I stopped updating for more than half a month. Everyone knows it, and I admit it, but for Pippi, I don’t care. After all, she is my heaven, my land, and my RMB - I will make the most of my money. The money she received was spent on her.

We returned to talking about everything, and I even broke through the layer of paper and confessed my love to her, and she shyly agreed. To my delight, I had to ask her to meet me. But she didn't agree, saying it too quickly. She hoped to get to know each other better. I understood that she was shy, and I was happy to coax her to pamper her and accompany her.

Later, she was surprised to learn that I was writing novels online. After a few days of consideration, she said she wanted to write with me, saying that she would accompany me to progress and grow. I was very touched and suggested that she start a book on a female channel. However, She disagreed, saying that husband and wife should stay in the same corner, so she finally opened a book on a male channel and took the pen name Liu Yue Gongzi. The title of the book is "Devil Host". Recently, it was renamed "Counterattack on the Heavens", which is full of After reading the book, I was very surprised and praised her for being a woman as good as a man. So, we, a couple, wrote a book together at Qidian. When we first started the book, I said that I would recommend it to her in my book. She She refused, saying that she was a beginner and her novels were of poor quality and she was afraid of affecting my reputation. I was very moved and told her in a dumbfounded voice that I no longer had much reputation. However, she had been stubbornly refusing to allow me to recommend her book. I had no choice. I had no choice but to follow her, so no one knew about our relationship because she liked me writing books, so I resumed updating, and the two of us maintained this relationship until yesterday.

Yesterday, Pippi came to see me. Oh my god, do you know how I felt when I learned the news? I almost jumped out of my skin. She stayed at a hotel in my city and gave me a surprise last night. She invited me out in the evening, made an appointment to meet, and talked all night long.

I was very anxious and spent the whole day worrying about gains and losses. At night I dressed myself up from the inside out for fear of making a mistake. Then with excitement I went to the hotel room where Pippi stayed, knocked on the door, and waited...

Squeak~

The door opened gently, and what came into view was a beautiful long dress. I slowly raised my head, and suddenly my eyes glazed over.

"husband."

Rough voice, rough face, unshaven beard, lifted long skirt, full leg hair...

Woohoo!

I cried, hysterically.

I will never forget that night, haha, online dating, if you don’t meet in person, you will never know what despair is.

This is my unforgettable memory of this time.