117 one seven
Chapter one hundred and seventeen:
Zhou Yixing sent his younger sister home, just about to leave, when he turned around, he bumped into his elder brother. He quickly called brother, but as soon as he said this brother, he was punched directly. @无限好文, all in
Zhou Yixing touched the corner of his sore mouth, in disbelief, "What are you doing, you're menstrual sick."
Zhou Yicheng grabbed him by the collar and pushed him against the wall, "You are so talented, Zhou Yixing, you have even learned how to pry other people's corners, why, you have studied abroad for a year, and you just learned how to return to China to be a mistress .”
Zhou Yixing was startled and almost blurted out, you know? Thanks to his rare quick reaction, he swallowed the words before speaking, and looked at Zhou Yicheng timidly.
Seeing him like this, Zhou Yicheng knew that what Jiang Mochen said was true, this bastard, how could he have such an unworthy younger brother.
Zhou Yicheng looked at him and said viciously: "Remember Zhou Yixing, I don't care if you want to play or go crazy, but if you dare to do anything that affects me and our family, I will be the first to destroy you."
Zhou Yixing shook his head quickly, "No, brother, I won't."
"Then stay away from the Jiang family, don't think that I don't know your extravagant thoughts, put away your low-level thoughts as soon as possible, otherwise, if the Jiang family does something, you just wait for me to push you in a wheelchair to see Jiang Mochen Bar."
Zhou Yixing felt that these words were harsh, but he didn't dare to talk back to his elder brother, so he nodded and obediently replied, "I won't."
"That's the best." Zhou Yicheng withdrew his hand and said indifferently, "Don't you want to go out, get out, so as not to be an eyesore."
Only then did Zhou Yixing leave in a hurry, he got into the car, slapped the steering wheel hard, let out an angry growl, and panted heavily. He felt angry, hated, hated Zhou Yicheng, and hated Jiang Mochen. He was afraid of Zhou Yicheng, he didn't dare to touch Zhou Yicheng's rebellious scales, but Zhou Yicheng didn't want to offend Jiang Mochen, so in the end, he could only endure it.
Zhou Yixing finds it ridiculous. He has always endured, Zhou Yicheng at home, and those who the Zhou family dare not offend outside, but why can't others endure him! Why, he has to endure others!
He drove the car angrily, drove out of Zhou's house, and drove to his apartment.
Zhou Yixing entered the door angrily, holding the instant bento he just bought at the downstairs of the community in his hand. He heated it in the microwave, and then carried it to a closed door.
Zhou Yixing took out the key and opened the door, looked inside, the room was pitch black, and there was nothing, he reached out and turned on the light, and the difference of this room was exposed.
This is a very simple room, without any furniture or decoration, just a bed, a bedside table, and a wardrobe. For the rest, nothing. If this kind of arrangement appeared in an ordinary family, then there would be no problem, but it would not be quite right if it appeared in Zhou Yixing's apartment.
Zhou Yixing looked at the lifted quilt, and the anger in his stomach just now turned into anger in an instant. He walked to the closet, opened the sliding door, and saw the person who should be on the bed hiding inside.
The man was wearing a thin white pajamas, shivering, curled up, lowered his head, couldn't see his face clearly, only his shoulders were trembling constantly.
Zhou Yixing became even angrier when he saw his current state, he dragged the man out, dragged him to the ground, and said angrily: "This room is only so big, and there are only so many things, you still want to hide there Where are you going? Why, you want to stay in this cabinet for the rest of your life, okay, you can stay here from now on, five years, ten years, twenty years, if you like, you can stay forever!"
He said, and mentioned that the man wanted to stuff it into the cabinet. Seeing this, the man immediately struggled up, crying and begging: "I dare not, I was wrong, I really dare not, don't put me Shut it in, I really dare not.”
"Don't you don't want to see me? Don't you like to hide in it? I satisfy you!"
The man shook his head quickly, trembling all over, "I was wrong, I dare not, I will never dare again."
Zhou Yixing snorted coldly, then let go, and he handed out his heated bento, "Eat, I brought you food back."
The man was still timid, not daring to move.
"Hurry up, what's wrong, you're not hungry, are you? OK, then I'll throw it away."
Hearing this, the man stretched out his hand to take it, and he slowly raised his hand and face, unexpectedly it was Yuan Mingxu who shouldn't be here.
Yan Qingchi looked at the private message he received on mr.q Weibo on his mobile phone, and was a little confused.
A penny floats on the water: Da Da, you have been plagiarized, the new painting by the painter Luo Yan Da is similar to the painting you made last week.
A penny floating on the water: Is Da Da not there? It's best to have a look.
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A penny floats on the water: Damn it, Luoyan Fan is so shameless, even saying that your new painting is plagiarized, obviously they copied you!
Yan Qingchi put down his mobile phone. When he first registered on to mr.q to post pictures, he would come up to take a look from time to time. Later, he found that Guan Mei was well taken care of, so he didn't care about it anymore. Today I also drew a picture, I had nothing to do, I came up to take a look on a whim, and I encountered this kind of thing.
Yan Qingchi switched to his usual trumpet, and went to see the Weibo of the painter Luoyan.
He didn't know much about hand-painting circles, but after searching, he saw that Luoyan had nearly 1 million fans, and he thought that Luoyan had a certain status in this circle.
Yan Qingchi looked at Luoyan's Weibo, and the Weibo to which the chapter went was full of articles. Yan Qingchi clicked on it, and saw that the comment area was full of praise. Harmony's comment said: Don't be angry, there are all kinds of birds in the forest, don't you just want to be popular with those 18-line touches, just ignore it.
"Yes, Daddy, don't pay attention to them, what mr.q, I've never heard of it, who knows where the pheasant came from."
"It's just rubbish with a few thousand fans. It's really touching the moon."
Yan Qingchi was speechless for a while, and continued to look down, and saw Luoyan's post three days ago, Yan Qingchi clicked on it, and his heart went "thumping", okay, he was a little curious when he came, a million fans Does the painter need to copy such a small transparency from him? Could he have made a mistake? In the end, this is not plagiarism, it is simply copy and paste, but he draws animals, and Luo Yan draws people.
Yan Qingchi sent a screenshot of Luoyan's manga to Guan Mei, and asked her: Do you know about this
As soon as it was sent, Guan Mei's phone call came.
Guan Mei was surprised, "Don't you ignore this number? How do you know about it?"
"I just don't care about it most of the time, and it's not that I don't have an account password. I can still see it when I want to."
"I thought you really didn't want to watch it." Guan Mei muttered in a low voice, "Don't worry, you don't have to worry about this matter, I plan to wait another half a month to find you a few marketing accounts to stir fry , this time is just right, and someone will give you heat to help you make your C debut, you are quite lucky."
"How lucky to be copied?"
"Of course it would be unlucky to change someone else, but it would be different if it changed you. As far as his fans are concerned, he is pretty good at drawing hand circles, but if he puts it in the entertainment industry, he can't watch that. Maximize, just wait and see, within three days, you will be able to have your own name in Huashouquan."
Yan Qingchi hung up the phone in a daze, well, although I don't know what Guan Mei is going to do, but I should just do nothing.
So Yan Qingchi went downstairs and started his daily walk around the artificial lake, artificial rockery, and artificial gardens in the community. When the time came, Zhang Quan came to pick him up, and he went to pick up chess and chess after school, and he lived in an orderly manner every day. .
Yan Qingchi saw a post on the forum talking about this at night. Guan Mei sent him a link with a simple and crude title: Luoyan plagiarized
Yan Qingchi asked her: Did you let someone post it
Guan Mei replied to him: Yes, I have to make a big fuss, at least let people discuss this matter on the forums and Weibo, otherwise it is of no use for his fans to jump around.
Yan Qingchi clicked into the post, and saw someone asking: Is it the Luoyan I know? Drawing comics
"Yes, it's her. Today when I checked Weibo, someone said that she was plagiarized by a little transparent artist. She probably thought that others would not be able to find out, so she was so bold."
"Luoyan fans need to show some face, can't you be blind to see who is copying whom? Because you are plagiarizing so much that it is a little transparent, so you beat it up? Luoyan fans, let's be a person." @无限好文，全在
"Luoyan can be regarded as a hand circle that can be called a name, so it doesn't make sense to copy a small transparency."
"What about the picture? Put it up and have a look, if you copied it or not, who copied who, compare it."
Soon the host posted three pictures for the main building: [Picture 1] [Picture 2] [Picture 3]
"In chronological order, the first and third are from Luoyan, and the second is from mr.q. Luoyan fans think that mr.q's is the first copy of Luoyan."
"Looking at this picture, I still think Luoyan's second picture is a copy of Mr.q's."
"Let's clean up this building and see the time. The first picture of Luoyan comes out first, and then mr.q comes out. Besides, Luoyan has always been in this style. What's wrong with the third picture after imitating the first picture, but mr. .q is the only problem!"
"Just look at this comparison..."
"It's inevitable..."
"Let me be blunt, Luoyan plagiarized mr.q. It's only somewhat similar to the first one, but it's too similar to the second one, except for a painted animal, a painted person, a painted petal, and a Are there any other differences in the painted flowers? The composition is the same! Even if he copied the first painting, he couldn’t be so similar to another person’s painting.”
"Agreed upstairs."
"Heh, the little transparent powder still has a face. Didn't your family copy Luoyan's first one so much that it collided with Luoyan's second one? This is Luoyan's style of painting."
"Hahahahahahahaha, the funniest sentence of the year, Luoyan's style of painting. Who doesn't know that Luoyan doesn't have a style of painting, and she follows the style of gorgeous and concise Fenghong, and learns to draw concisely The painting style of Luoyan is really the funniest joke I have heard this year."
"Mr.q's painting is obviously more delicate and gentle. It doesn't feel like copying Luoyan. Speaking of which, I haven't heard of this person before. What kind of painting?"