Sister, Shut Up!

In particular, some official accounts occasionally appear side-by-side. You can see the king of soldiers and the son-in-law everywhere on the browser, and you can see the shadow of online articles.

Wang Xin, who is used to reading traditions and various classics, is quite repulsed by such blunt and direct content, so he doesn't read much.

Because of this, his perception of web articles is not very good.

When I saw the books in Xun Liang's book list before, just hearing the names, Wang Zi found it unsightly, and it was completely incomparable with the essence of the books on his bookshelf.

However, he is not a person who judges other people's preferences without authorization. Xun Liang likes to read that kind of books, and it has nothing to do with him.

It's like other people like playing games. Although he doesn't like playing games, it's not enough to say that games are spiritual opium, so as to stand on the moral high ground and gain a sense of superiority.

But he really never thought that one day he would like to read online articles.

It is also a love story written by a male author in male frequency.

And this male author is also a college roommate who shares a room with him every day.

During this period of time, whenever Wang Zi took time to watch "My Girlfriend Is a Million Follower" on the road, the corners of her mouth would always curl up unconsciously and inexplicably.

Especially when he saw the male protagonist's birthday, when the female protagonist licked the cream on the male protagonist's face, Wang Xin felt hot on his face.

But the evil chapter still forced him to turn to the next chapter, wanting to see if the heroine licked the right place.

Taking advantage of the gap between pressing the button to subscribe to the next chapter, Wang Zinc will subconsciously glance to both sides of himself to make sure that no one is watching, and then he continues to read.

After reading the embarrassing content, Wang Xin felt that walking became a little difficult, so he took a few deep breaths to let the blood flow back, and he managed to avoid embarrassment.

After calming down, Wang Zi thought about it again, thinking that his roommate typed the keyboard word by word to code out these contents, and couldn't help but feel some strange emotions in his heart.

After reading this book, it is really difficult for people to connect the content in it with Jiang Miao, a roommate.

But he read some [Writer's Words] at the end of the chapter, and there are indeed traces to follow, and he can correspond to Jiang Miao.

So when Wang Xin saw Jiang Miao recently, he was always in a daze, feeling a little unreal.

After all, although the title of the book "My Girlfriend is a Million Followers" is a bit vulgar, the results are really there.

Besides, this is the work of Wang Xin's roommate, so Wang Xin deliberately went to find out about it in his free time.

Then he discovered that the results of this book, even if viewed on the entire website, belonged to the ranks of high-quality goods.

As for such high-quality goods, as the largest online payment website in China, there are only more than [-] copies on Qidian Chinese Online.

In the course of nearly 20 years of online literature, there are only two to three hundred books a year on average.

Normally, a high-quality author updates 4000 words a day to ensure that the plot does not collapse and is not boring, and it is very easy to make a monthly income of more than [-].

And such a guy with a monthly income of more than [-] now lives in the same dormitory with him every day.

If Xun Liang knew about it, he would have been yelling and urging Jiang Miao to update it every day.

However, for Wang Zi, the significance of this book is not only to draw him into the world of online articles, but also another point is more important.

Thinking of this, Wang Zi stopped at the door of the library and looked up.

The sunshine in December is no longer as hot as summer, and hanging in the sky is more like a lamp without temperature.

Wang Zi took out his phone, opened WeChat, and clicked on the chat interface with Song Huanhuan.

[Wash your hands frequently]: Last week's calculus, did you take pictures of the teacher's sample questions?

[Frequent cleaning]: (picture) (picture) (picture)

This is last week's chat log.

[Clean frequently]: Did you know the last big calculus problem yesterday?

[Wash your hands frequently]: Yes.

【Wash your hands frequently】: (picture)

【Clean frequently】: Thank you!

This is the chat log from last weekend.

[Clean frequently]: How is your preparation for the debate?

[Wash your hands frequently]: It's okay.

[Clean frequently]: Let me reveal your positive point of view? (dog head)

[Wash your hands frequently]: I can't help the enemy.

[Clean frequently]: We're just mooting in the team, don't be so serious.

[Wash your hands frequently]: Then you don't have to listen to the information so seriously, it's just a mock debate within the team.

[Clean frequently]: ...

This is yesterday's chat log.

[Clean frequently]: It's over, I didn't listen to calculus at all yesterday... I can't even do today's questions.

【Wash your hands frequently】: (picture)

[Cleaning frequently]: Who said it was going to be copied? !

[Wash your hands frequently]: Then you can ask me if you don't understand.

[Clean frequently]: How to ask on WeChat, I can't type out many symbols.

【Wash your hands frequently】: I'm in the library in the afternoon.

【Clean frequently】: Good!

This is the chat log from this morning.

It was one o'clock in the afternoon, and Wang Zi was standing at the door of the library. For the first time, he felt that coming to the library was a very nervous thing.

Even though Song Huanhuan had said it would be two o'clock before returning, Wang Xin still felt his palms sweating.

After all, he was the one who rejected it outright that night, and he didn't know what to say in this meeting.

He read Jiang Miao's writing, thinking he could learn some love skills.

But Jiang Miao told him that if he wants to fall in love, he must first have a childhood sweetheart whom he has known for more than ten years, and who is handsome enough.

Wang Xin felt that this was not teaching how to fall in love, but simply persuading her to quit.

And also extremely vicious.

After all, the content written in the book is so beautiful that it is hard not to have the idea of ​​falling in love.

So much so that after reading this book, those memories that had been hidden for a long time, slowly getting used to it, suddenly came out again, scratching his heart.

Thinking of this, Wang Xin went into the library, found two vacant seats, and took them.

As usual, Wang Xin took out the water glass, books, draft pad and pen, and entered the state of study.

An hour later, the water in the water glass was almost drunk.

Just as Wang Xin was about to get up to pour water, a small hand picked up the water glass on the table.

Turning his head to look, he happened to meet Song Huanhuan's gaze.

"Ah... do you want to pour water? I happen to be pouring water too, so I can help you."

Song Huanhuan put her schoolbag on the seat, then trotted towards the water dispenser with Wang Xin and her water cup in her arms.

Wang Zi sat on the seat and looked at the schoolbag beside him.

It felt like an empty place in my heart was suddenly filled.

……

Jiang Miao didn't know that his roommate was watching him secretly, and now he was being caught by his senior sister in the office to squeeze him, forcing him to code words.

On the way, I received a call from my mother, Jiang Miao answered it, exchanged greetings with my mother, and reported on the recent academic situation.

After hanging up the phone, Su Huai Porridge next to him came over curiously, and asked cautiously, "Is your mother calling?"

"En." Jiang Miao nodded, touching the keyboard with both hands to continue typing.

"Did you tell me?" Su Huai porridge asked again.

"Ah?" Jiang Miao was taken aback, but didn't understand.

"We're dating." Su Huai Porridge whispered, "Do your parents know?"

Jiang Miao shook her head: "I don't know, they didn't ask."

"Huh..." Su Huai Porridge let out a long breath, and his nervous mood immediately relaxed.

"Sister, do you want me to tell you?"

"Don't, don't!" Su Huai porridge quickly stopped him, "I, I'm not ready yet!"

Su Huai porridge was still a little worried about the junior's parents.

I really want to let my junior's parents know, but I am afraid that the other party will be dissatisfied with me, so I worry about gains and losses.

In this respect, Jiang Miao is much better.

After all, he had already been "caught" by his father-in-law on the spot before, and added his father-in-law's WeChat, and often reported to his father-in-law about the current situation of his senior.

Jiang Miao even felt that his relationship with Su Dajiang was probably many times better than the relationship between Su Huai Porridge and his father.

It's just that recently, for some reason, Su Dajiang hasn't chatted with him much.

Jiang Miao was a little worried, wondering if his father-in-law started to look at him and found something.

Thinking of this possibility, Jiang Miao felt a little uneasy.

He wanted to tell his senior sister, but Jiang Miao was really a little unsure about her attitude towards her father.

Headache.

"It's time to type, what are you thinking?" Su Huai Porridge urged beside him.

"Yes yes yes." Jiang Miao sighed and continued to type.

In the next second, Su Huai porridge's legs were lifted up stealthily, and under the cover of the desk, they rested on Jiang Miao's legs.

"I'll collect materials for you." Su Huai Porridge whispered, "Please code carefully."

Looking down at the tight long legs under the jeans, Jiang Miao suddenly became refreshed.

The only pity is that it is not summer.