Help, I've become a paper man

"Player 072 has appeared, and his permissions have been upgraded. The real-time bullet screen function has been unlocked for players to help them get a better experience."

Song Yi fell silent, unsure if he was being treated sarcastically, but after taking another look at the comic, he could at least confirm its authenticity. It was indeed "real time". With the time difference, there were so many comments that the characters could not be seen. He didn't know whether it was the readers' choice or Noah's Ark's doing. The comments were particularly conspicuous at the waist and hips, with at least three layers stacked up. The top layer was no longer a simple statement like "manly big butt", but some fierce words began to appear, starting from the hips, legs, and waist, and expanding to more.

The comic page is closed again.

"Noah's Ark, turn off the barrage." Song Yi said, making a final struggle, but...

"Unfortunately, as player 072's first appearance, the bullet screen in this chapter cannot be turned off for the time being. Please try again after reading this chapter in full."

This is a small website that sounds like it's meant to trick readers.

Song Yi suddenly turned sideways, put his hands beside Heitan's ears, stroked them twice, then withdrew his hands, adjusted his mentality, and opened the comic again while Heitan looked at him as if he was an idiot.

This comic is really a must-read! He has to see the first impression the boss leaves on the readers. Noah's Ark is so petty. What if the later part is like The Hunger Games...

He quickly clicked "Next Page" until the end of the chapter, and when he finished reading, he immediately closed the barrage and reopened the chapter. He turned to the cover, and as expected, he saw Sui Yuesheng walking on patrol. Words appeared on the fresh picture, and a voice broke the silence. Sui Yuesheng turned around and followed the sound. He first saw a black horse that was two times larger than an ordinary horse moving outside the shed, changing its angle to view the scene inside.

Sui Yuesheng came to the black horse and looked at the black horse. Neither of them interfered with each other's actions.

After the shout of "Stop, what are you doing", what happened remains unchanged and is presented in the form of a comic with delicate painting style. No laziness was spared in the fat, thin and slicked-back trio and the buildings. Even Song Yi felt like he had turned on a layer of beauty filter. Under the changes in light and dark, the white hair was more conspicuous. The pair of emerald green eyes were especially emphasized when looking at Sui Yuesheng, and were particularly stunning. Now that he is no longer a cosplayer, when he sees them again, he subconsciously thinks, "How should I buy these eyeballs?"

I have to say that after a lot of effort from Song Yi, he managed to create a high-end feeling and gave off a feeling of "this role is not simple". Coupled with the words he could say before saying goodbye, he is definitely an "important character with a story and background".

Song Yi was satisfied, and clicked on the comments directly, locked the keyword "boss", and then selected "most likes" as the priority, so that he could see if everyone was interested in him, and then pay attention to "Boss Yan" who caused the conflict.

The first comment silenced him.

The first comment: He loves it too much, "talk about what you did" instead of "what you said", he definitely doesn't want those words to be said again woohoo

Although there is some truth in it... Song Yi took a deep breath and continued to scroll down. There were only a few guesses. Boss Yan was a big shot. Sui Yuesheng had not heard those words, and he was not in the comics before. The only thing left to define was "slander". Most of the guesses were that he was in a high position with great power. There was only one with a big deviation, which was that he was like a powerful official who insisted on his ideals but was misunderstood by the public.

It was also somewhat unexpected, it was unexpectedly good, so good that Song Yi whistled a whistle. After blowing the whistle, he was stunned for two seconds. When Heitan tilted his head to look at him, he blew into the horse's ear again. Heitan immediately ran to the other side to rest, with only his butt facing him.

Song Yi smiled, deleted the keywords, and searched only by the number of likes.

The first hot comment: Oh my god, so tall! Isn’t this the height comparison between a teenager and an adult man?

The second most popular comment: My wife is naughty, I will take her back right now!

The third hot comment: My baby is so small and cute, auntie loves him to death!

Song Yi stopped flipping through the pages and slowly closed the comic. He was finally sure that Zhai was a liar. It was useless to read his comments now. When he stood on the opposite side of the protagonist and had a conflict of interest and started competing with him, his comments would be different.

At this moment, Heitan stood up, swung his tail and walked forward. Song Yi exclaimed "Hey" and was about to follow him, but his footsteps stopped inexplicably.

It was his boss, Yan Changyue, stepping on the street lamp, walking towards them with a smile. Just looking at this face could instantly heal him, and his messy thoughts returned to calm.

They looked at each other, Yan Changyue opened her arms, and Song Yi subconsciously opened his hands. After taking two steps forward, he stopped awkwardly, his eyes fell on the shaking ponytail, and he had to face the reality that Yan Changyue wanted to hug Heitan, not him.

Just as he put down his arms, Yan Changyue patted Heitan, then let go of Heitan and walked towards him.

Yan Changyue asked: "Did someone bully you?"

Song Yi subconsciously looked at Yan Changyue's profile. There was no trace of the scars that had been left. The questions he had asked at that time were answered by Yan Changyue in another moonlight.

"Yes," Song Yi nodded, took a step forward, hugged Yan Changyue, and said more confidently: "When you are not here, people outside will bully us. It is too dangerous to go out."

He was just looking for an excuse to act pitiful in the hug.

Unexpectedly, Yan Changyue was silent for two seconds, and then asked: "For example, a man and a horse running wildly on the street, claiming that they are running a marathon?"

Song Yi's arms froze. He could never have imagined how quickly information was reported on the Internet, which was in baby mode and could not be escaped from. It only took him a short time to read a comic book before embarrassment struck.

As soon as he moved his hand away, Yan Changyue's chuckle fell into his ears. Song Yi's backward movement became more mechanical and stiff like a worn-out machine, making people want to lubricate him or accompaniment him with some step-by-step music.

Yan Changyue said: "It doesn't matter, you guys are running fast and I can't see your faces clearly."

There was comfort, but not much.

Song Yi gave an awkward smile, but it would have been better if he hadn't smiled at all.

Yan Changyue said again: "Would you like to come and see the night view?"

Now, before Song Yi could answer, Heitan had already squeezed over, stomping his feet anxiously and tapping his hooves on the ground, obviously unable to wait. Song Yi laughed, moved his arms, and stopped acting "awkward" to ease the atmosphere.

However, Yan Changyue touched its ear again and whispered, "Look, there are still people who don't agree."

There are only two people and one horse here. It goes without saying who to point to. It would be better to just say the name.

Song Yi also came over and touched its other ear, saying, "Sincere people will take action directly. Only those who don't want to do something will ask if they want to do it."

The black charcoal in the middle made two "whirring" sounds, with only kindness on his face.

Now that they were looking at each other again, Song Yi let go of his hand and answered his previous question, saying, "Okay, where are we going to see it?"

Yan Changyue pointed to the building behind her and said, "Here."

The light fell on his fingertips, making his usually gentle face look a bit flamboyant.