As a cultural person, Dong Wenhao only has seven words in his mind at this time.
A flash of anger turns beauty into beauty.
These people come with anger at first glance, and they will definitely not give up if they don't change.
Having said that, Lu Feiyu is too unreliable. If you write a biography of a school beauty candidate with a handsome character, but if you write it in a delicate manner, isn't that just a curse
What kind of girl can be said to be pretty? There is really nothing else to boast about.
The nose is just right, the eyes are just right, the mouth is just right, the face shape is just right, everything is just right, which means there is no key point to describe anywhere, so I can only talk about elegance in an open and elegant manner.
If this was an ordinary girl, she might have accepted this descriptor when she saw it, but Liu Yiyi is also a goddess in the literature department. It would be strange for her not to be outraged when she is described like this.
"Feiyu, change it back quickly, change the beauty of the country, make the country beautiful, and bring disaster to the country and the people!"
Lu Feiyu puffed up his chest and really didn't give any face to him: "I am from the journalism department and I will be a reporter in the future. I think any description I write must be objective and fair!"
"Oh, you still dare to say that you are objective and fair? You just look down on my goddess!" The leading boy immediately began to roll up his sleeves.
Dong Wenhao quickly pulled Lu Feiyu up: "What's wrong with you? Didn't I say that a scholar's character is worthless?"
"But senior, I really can't do that thing like telling lies!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Dong Wenhao's face turned pale, and he thought, "This kid Luffyyu is so unlucky today."
Sure enough, after hearing these words, the boys gathered around couldn't bear it. Are you telling lies by asking you to change it to "国色天香"? This is too much to describe Goddess Liu as delicate.
Luffyyu is also a pretty cool guy. He almost touches the stool when he sees the other person, but he still doesn't want to change.
The atmosphere at the scene was tense and on the verge of breaking out, and it felt like a fight was about to break out in the next second.
The noisy sounds in the office also penetrated through the wooden door, so that the merchants in the corridor could hear clearly, and they all looked curiously into the room.
At this moment, the door of 208 was suddenly pushed open, but because there were so many people from the Literature Department, they all crowded in at the door, so the door was not pushed open until the last person in line withdrew. With his feet, the door was barely opened just a crack.
Jiang Qin squeezed in from outside the door and glanced at them with a frown: "What's going on? The boss won't let you in?"
"Boss, the people in the literature department are not very satisfied with the biography we wrote for Liu Yiyi." Dong Wenhao told the truth.
"Is such a piece of shit worth dancing with guns? Just change it. The website is dead but the people are alive. Why are you dissatisfied?"
"The adjective Lu Feiyu gave to Liu Yiyi is delicate."
Jiang Qin was also stunned after hearing this, thinking to himself, isn't that a curse? No wonder these people are knocking on the door: "Change it quickly, change it and the country will be beautiful and fragrant, like flowers and jade."
"Ruhua and Jade can't do it!" The leader's requirements are very high. Ruhua just can't do it. Ruhua is a curse.
"Okay, okay, okay, it's like crying, like complaining, like dreaming, like anything is okay. After making changes, leave quickly. There will be customers coming soon. What does it look like blocking the door?"
After hearing this, Lu Feiyu immediately stopped working: "Boss, biographies should be truthful. You can't open your eyes and tell lies!"
"What a fool, you still say that?!"
Several boys picked up the benches with a clatter and raised them above their heads, full of murderous intent, and the war was about to break out.
Jiang Qin was already drunk, thinking to himself, are all those who engage in literary creation such atrocities
At this moment, the door was pushed open a crack again, and Feng Nanshu walked in with a slumped face. She was worried about not getting the boss's certificate, so her expression became even colder.
Huh
The boys in the literature department were stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but put down their stools. Their eyes were a little dazed, but the rest were full of surprise.
Wait a minute…
Is this the fucking school beauty
This is the kind of appearance that will bring disaster to the country and bring disaster to the people, right? !
In contrast, the words "Goddess Liu" and "Xiuqi" are a perfect match.
Not bad, not bad, pretty and good.
It's strange to say that just now they thought it was a bit insulting to praise someone's beauty, but why did it become so appropriate in the blink of an eye
Chinese culture is indeed broad and profound, and it can give people completely different feelings in different places and at different times.
"Anyway, I won't change it. When I write biographies, I always adhere to the principle of seeking truth from facts. Have you ever heard of this sentence? An Neng bends his waist to serve the powerful, which makes me unhappy!" Lu Feiyu was still talking smoothly.
The leader frowned: "Okay, you have a good temper, and you won't change it if you don't change it!"
At around six o'clock in the evening, brilliant fire clouds crossed the sky.
Liu Yiyi returned to the dormitory from the teaching building. The first thing she did was open the Zhihu forum, and then opened her own biography. Then she right-clicked the mouse and kept refreshing, staring at the computer screen without blinking.
But to her disappointment, the word "delicate" still existed in her biography without any change, which made her feel very annoyed.
Liu Yiyi opened the discussion group and contacted the person who had previously said that she would help him seek justice.
"Cui Qiang, have you gone to 208?"
"I went, I took more than 20 people there, and even the owner of the website saw it." Cui Qiang replied very quickly.
After hearing this, Liu Yiyi's eyebrows stood up: "Then why is there still the word "delicate" in my biography
"Actually, I think the word delicate is very appropriate."
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At the same time, in the dormitory of the School of Liberal Arts on the East Campus, Cui Qiang opened the post creation function of the website, and typed out a short article with his fingers on the keyboard. He used words such as "Sinking fish and falling geese," the moon is shy of flowers, "the beauty of the country, the fragrance of the sky," and "fairies descending to earth". All kinds of gorgeous words describe Feng Nanshu as a fairy than a fairy.
If this post is seen by Dong Wenhao, he will definitely give a very high evaluation from a professional perspective.
Why
Because this character biography is so perfectly written, you can feel the flavor of a goddess in every word.
But Dong Wenhao was destined not to see this biography, because Cui Qiang held the mouse and just clicked send, when a prompt box popped up on his computer screen.
"Oops, what does it mean that my post involves sensitive words?"
"It's impossible, check again!"
From dusk to sunset, from sunset to night, Cui Qiang checked it seven or eight times and reposted it five times. Finally, he gave up after being prompted to ban his account for 24 hours.
Damn it, I feel like there is a mysterious force strangulating my throat along the network cable!
He looked at the three flowers in his account and reopened Liu Yiyi's selection interface. He hovered the mouse over the voting button for a long time, but still did not vote.
Nothing else, he just suddenly felt that this game was a bit funny.