In fact, Zhao Youyue herself was not harmed. After all, she is not Xu Jing herself, she is just possessed by Xu Jing. It is not difficult to peel off her senses when encountering special circumstances. After all, she is a "higher person" in the same real world as the creator. , how could that inexplicable stick from the second dimension be able to hurt her? But it can beat Xu Jing until her clothes explode...
However, she was quite unhappy. She didn't know how her role as Xu Jing offended the creator of this work. She just wanted to use Xu Jing's body full of ambition and perseverance to study quietly. Why was it so difficult
Zhao Youyue, who gradually calmed down, thought about it again, but she had to admire the creator who had never been masked before. The other party made Xu Jing so miserable, and the character Xu Jing also left a deep impression on Zhao Youyue. , let alone those ordinary readers.
Speaking of it, this weekend seems to be the day when the new issue of "Wind Comics" will be released. Presumably, her experiences in the dimensional world will appear in the magazine. She decided to buy a magazine and read it at that time. At the same time, she also decided First contact the cartoonist named "Su Li" on the Internet. It would be great if we could get real-life information about the cartoonist.
Do you really think that if you abuse the characters in the comics, you won't get retribution
She will follow the Internet cable to find her and take revenge!
When Zhao Youyue thought about it, the creator who drew this kind of campus harem comic must be the kind of disgusting and obscene man who could never find a woman in his life. Yes, this was her naked prejudice. She really didn't like this kind of man. A harem comic about a man and n women, and the creator did everything possible to benefit readers. Previously, she escaped the "divine throwing technique" and put on safety pants, but she did not escape the urban management's explosion. Yi Da Bang…
If a wretched male creator like this saw a woman unable to walk, if he was lucky enough to be asked out by a beautiful girl reader like her, would he still refuse? When the time comes, she will spend money to find a professional to attend the appointment.
Are you fucking me in a comic? Then don't blame me for giving you a slap in the face!
It was revealed that a harem cartoonist was detained for having sex with a high school girl and was suspended for two weeks...
Come on, let’s hurt each other!
But to be honest, Zhao Youyue is invincible, because in a sense, she is invincible in the world of works, and no one can hurt her, but sometimes she is hindered by the creator from what she wants to do. Doing things, such as studying, is very annoying.
At this time, Zhao Youyue, who was not sleepy, subconsciously picked up the charging mobile phone by the bedside. As a mobile phone controller, without the mobile phone in her hand, she felt that she was missing an important part of her body. As long as she had free time, she would play with it. cell phone.
She saw several more WeChat messages on her phone. When she opened it, she found that they were all from Han Leng. At twelve o'clock, the other party sent a thousand-word message. Of course, it couldn't be love words, but a review. Book, at half past one, another thousand words were sent. The third article was sent at half past two, which contained the last thousand words.
Zhao Youyue never expected that Han Leng would actually stay up late to finish a three thousand-word self-reflection letter. How much did he want the extra two hundred yuan in reward
After sending the letter of apology, Han Leng also sent a few last messages—
"Hao, luckily you did not disgrace your life."
"I took a look at your circle of friends, tsk tsk, you are really the eldest daughter of the Zhao family. She often travels abroad, swaps various luxury brand bags, and posts about high-end delicacies when she doesn't agree with you. She makes me feel sick in the middle of the night. Gu Gu Gu, if I had known better, I wouldn’t have been so mean.”
"Miss Zhao, you should go to bed. Good night."
Zhao Youyue smiled after reading Han Leng's message. Feeling that she had just been put in a bad mood by the creator, she replied a little. Without saying anything, she happily sent Han Leng another two hundred yuan in WeChat red envelopes, and then Decide to copy the self-reflection letter, then you don’t have to worry about the class teacher Lao Qiu.
However, as soon as she sent the red envelope, Han Leng actually accepted it and then sent a message: "Wow, Miss Zhao, aren't you still asleep now? We have been doing this for a long time and we are the same kind!"
Han Leng couldn't sleep after writing his self-reflection, so he found an online novel and started "cultivating immortality".
Then he sent another emoticon to Zhao Youyue, which was an emoticon with dark circles under the eyes and panda ears. It said "Long live the immortal cultivators!" With this sentence, Han Leng judged others by himself, thinking that Zhao Youyue was also a cultivator of immortals.
In fact, this is impossible. Zhao Youyue has a very regular schedule and pays great attention to exercise and maintenance. She never uses cosmetics that are harmful to the skin, but she uses the highest-end skin care products. Otherwise, how could her skin be so good
Beauty is indeed born, but if you want your beauty to last forever, you have to work hard. In this regard, Zhao Youyue, who comes from a privileged background, has a great advantage.
Although Zhao Youyue seems to be inconspicuous in high school now, when she goes to college, grows her hair long, changes into that tacky sports uniform, puts on fashionable and expensive clothes, and picks up bags that ordinary people would never dare to think about, she will be able to She instantly becomes the goddess that most men look up to.
Zhao Youyue replied: "No, I just had a nightmare o(╥﹏╥)o"
Then, wearing luxurious silk pajamas, she first turned on the light in the room, then walked to her desk, turned on the lamp, took out the manuscript paper, and began to copy the self-criticism sent by Han Leng on WeChat.
She has not practiced calligraphy systematically, but her handwriting is very graceful and beautiful. She can always keep the paper clean and tidy during exams. She Mingming only knows one general point and three sub-points, such as argumentative essay routines. She gave examples. They are all examples of bad street celebrities such as Sun Bin, Sima Qian, Han Xin, Newton, Edison, Zhang Haidi, and Shi Tiesheng. They are far behind talented people like Han Leng, but they can sometimes get high scores just because their rolled noodles are refreshing. An excellent first impression on the marking teacher.
While Zhao Youyue was at her desk copying the self-reflection letter, she felt like she was possessed by Xu Jing, yet she was so patient and focused.
When Han Leng saw Zhao Youyue saying that he had a nightmare and was woken up, he wanted to reply with some caring words, but he always felt embarrassed and ashamed. Besides, he and Zhao Youyue were not familiar with each other, and the relationship was purely transactional, but what? Don't even say it, he feels too cold, no, he is a cold man to begin with!
Han Leng thought about it for more than ten minutes and entered a lot of content, but he couldn't click on the word "send", so he could only delete it. He kept typing and deleting... He didn't even know that Zhao Youyue was already copying the self-reflection letter, and finally just Holding back these few words - "It doesn't matter, does it?"
Zhao Youyue pulled down the message and read it. Of course she didn't know how long Han Leng had been thinking about uttering these words. She replied normally: "It's okay. You go to bed early. I'll copy the self-reflection letter first. This time it's really Thank you very much(＾ω＾)”
When Han Leng saw this message, he didn't reply to bother Zhao Youyue. Instead, he stood up, went to the bathroom to wash his face, and looked in the mirror at his cheeks with thick dark circles under his eyes and full of "fairy spirit". , grinned, and then he opened the balcony door like a lunatic, walked out, stood on the balcony and looked at the entire campus.
Teaching buildings stand in the darkness, the street lights on campus are still dimly lit, and the fog is thick. The basketball court next to the dormitory building is empty. The playground further away is even more lonely. He is the only one in the whole world. Man, alone.
For some reason, he suddenly wanted to write something, write it by hand, and record it in his private notebook that carried his dream of being a poet and essayist.
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