The straight male host was forced to love him by the villain

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After understanding the plot in detail, Lin felt complicated in his later years.

The plot is already there.

But when he comes to this point, the subsequent plot has not yet happened, everything is still late, and everything can be changed.

But he still wants to know this idiot Sang Qingyan: "Is this guy a computer expert? Can he hack?"

"Yes. In a normal plot, the villain is a villain because the badness in his heart is still there. In order to create a harmonious and harmonious atmosphere between you, me, him and her, someone needs to take action to influence the villain."

077 continued: "Of course not everyone can do it, it also requires some metaphysical factors. For example, in the plot I chose for you, dear host, you just have to be brave!"

Lin was in his later years: "..."

When the takeout was delivered downstairs, Lin WanNian walked downstairs to pick it up. As he was walking up the stairs, someone also came out. It was a girl wearing a white mask and her hair disheveled.

He subconsciously moved to the side, and the girl walked down in a hurry. When she passed him, her steps became even faster.

【That's the heroine. 】077 reminded him at the right time.

"Oh." Lin understood in his later years.

After returning with the takeout, Lin unpacked the package and opened WeChat Questionnaire to create a questionnaire, and then sent it to five QQ author groups, including all members of Aite.

Editor Nian Ge: Everyone, after midnight, please take some time to fill in the link and understand the reasons for your rejection. Please fill it in truthfully. Thank you all authors! @all members

With his words, the author who was already chatting refreshed his screen again.

Give me a bite to eat: No, Brother Nian, the author of Fengjie, how can I be considered Fengjie? Does earning dozens of dollars a day count?

Give me a bite of food on a rainy day: If you think it’s too much, just fill it in and I’ll get one piece a day!

Every day I fight on the street: It’s too difficult, it’s too difficult for me, I earn 0 yuan a day, but I still persevere! Screenshot jpg.

……

There were many people who posted the message, most of the authors complained, and some were from Versailles. Of course, the latter type was dissed by many authors as soon as it was posted.

In his later years, Lin simply banned everyone and posted the link and announcement again.

Only then did he put down his cell phone and eat.

After having a full meal, he clicked on WeChat. There were more than fifty authors added to his WeChat account. These authors were big guys who earned more than 300,000 yuan per book when the website first started. Now there are only a dozen big guys still. During the update, the other ones are either off the market or not moving at all.

In his later years, Lin clicked on the file he had imported in the background, copied the pen name to search for the author, and chatted privately about the situation. When he got to the pen name of the last author, he accidentally saw his name, Sang Qingyan.

Lin copied and pasted the greetings in his later years and sent them to him.

Editor Nian Ge: Boss, good evening, sorry to bother you. Why haven't you published a book in the past year? Are you preparing a new book? Your writing skills are excellent and you should keep at it.

After sending it, Lin Wannian exited the chat interface with him. At this time, many authors were already replying to him.

Some big guys have been admitted to college, but now they are busy with their studies and have no time to write novels.

There are also some bosses who have severe baldness and are currently sleeping properly to grow their hair.

Some said they were married, had two children to feed, could not support their families by writing novels, and were now working in their father-in-law's company.

Some are already retiring on other novel platforms.

Lin Wan Nian glanced at it. At this time, Sang Qingyan came over with a message.

In his later years, Lin opened the chat history with him.

Eat the melon without pricking it (Sang Qingyan):

Lin sent a question mark in his later years.

Eat melons without stabbing melons (Sang Qingyan): Copy and paste, open Pinxixi, and help me chop!

In his later years, Lin had black lines popping up on his forehead. It was like this horse-riding thing that would make you numb.

He maintains good professional ethics.

Editor Nian Ge: Boss, it’s much more profitable to write a book than to do that Pinxixi thing. This thing is a lie at first sight.

It showed that it was inputting, so Lin Wan Nian waited for a while.

Eat melons without thorns (Sang Qingyan): Have you ever downloaded Pinxixi?

Editor Nian Ge: No

Lin replied honestly in his later years, his temples bulging for some reason.

Eat melons without thorns (Sang Qingyan): That’s great! ! Please scan the QR code I sent. The new user can help with the chopping knife, which can make a big chop!

Lin was expressionless in his later years and copied the previous words and sent them.

Editor Nian Ge: Boss, it’s much more profitable to write a book than to do that Pinxixi thing. This thing is a lie at first sight.

Eat the melon without pricking it (Sang Qingyan): Oh, if that’s the case, aren’t you willing to help?

Lin was speechless in his later years. He opened the WeChat red envelope and entered 100 yuan. He was about to replenish food for Sang Qingyan. When he entered the password, a message popped up on the screen: Your amount is not enough.

Lin was shocked in his later years. When he opened his account, he only had a dozen yuan. He had spent more than 20 yuan on takeout just now.

Is my identity poor?

Lin did not believe in evil in his later years. He opened Alipay and saw that there were still tens of thousands of yuan in Yu'e Bao. He was relieved.

However, compared with the tens of millions in the previous world, it feels very small now. As an adult man who is already working, it is okay not to have a house, and he has no savings, which is very unreasonable.

In his later years, Lin switched to bank card payment and sent Sang Qingyan 100 yuan.

Editor Nian Ge: Don’t mess with those things. This one hundred yuan can buy you several meals. If you buy instant noodles, you can eat them for more than ten days.

Eat the melon without pricking it (Sang Qingyan):...

Sang Qingyan didn't accept it and sent six points, but there was no movement in the chat interface.

In his later years, Lin ignored him and went out to chat with other authors.

After finishing his work, he put down his mobile phone, yawned, stretched, and let his mind go for a while. He always felt that he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it.

Standing in front of the sink, Lin was brushing his teeth in his later years while admiring himself in the mirror. He looked like a person who would be loved by others and would be as beautiful as a flower.

The popular broken hair cover and his handsome face make you never get tired of looking at him.

Tsk tsk.

In his later years, Lin turned off the light, fell on the bed, pulled the quilt, and fell asleep instantly.

In his sleep, the murmur of the elderly and children outside the building was particularly clear.

When people are sleepy, they automatically ignore the sounds outside.

A few hours later, he woke up suddenly. The street lights outside the window were still on, shining on the window.

Lin turned on his mobile phone in his later years. It was still twenty minutes before the new day. He clicked on the browser, opened the bookmarks, logged into a certain po website, and saw a bunch of chapters waiting to be reviewed in his backend.

He doesn't care whether the drama is plot or not, whether it's meaty or not, he just approves everything!

Seeing that all the chapters on the homepage had been reviewed, Lin Manian breathed a sigh of relief, put down his phone, pulled up the quilt, and continued to sleep.