Sister, Shut Up!

"Haiyan Haiyan! What book did he write? Send me the title!"

"Did I hear you right? Your student manuscript fee is more than 1 yuan? Isn't that higher than our salary?!"

"It's really amazing..." Li Haiyan smiled helplessly while holding her forehead, "I almost couldn't hold back anymore."

"The title of the book!"

"I'll send you, okay?"

"What's the pen name? Let me see..."

hiss……

Jiang Miao's face at the door changed drastically, and he no longer dared to listen to what was said inside, so he quickly turned his head and left.

There seemed to be an evil spirit chasing after him.

……

Youth Association Office.

Su Huai porridge was processing the document when he suddenly received a message from his junior.

[Miao Miao Xi Yu Huai]: Sister, don't miss me, wait until next year, go to the Qiantang River and throw a bouquet of flowers for me.

[Porridge porridge loves to drink porridge]:? ? ?

[Congee porridge loves to drink porridge]: Talk about people.

[Miao Miao Xi Yu Huai]: Our society is dead! ! !Not alive! ! !

[Congee porridge likes to drink porridge]: Huh? (Interested.jpg)

[Congee porridge likes to drink porridge]: Take it easy, tell me in detail.

191. Peach Jam, a Freshman at Hangzhou Finance Institute

"Hahahahaha~"

On the ginkgo grove path behind the administrative building, Su Huai Porridge couldn't help laughing out loud after listening to Jiang Miao's retelling of the whole process.

Jiang Miao sat paralyzed on the long wooden chair beside the tree-lined path, looking up at the golden shade of the tree above his head with dull eyes, the sunlight of early spring penetrated the treetops and fell on his face, but there was a sense of despair. smell.

Hearing the senior sister's gloating laughter, Jiang Miao was furious: "Senior sister! You don't even know how to comfort me!"

"How can I comfort you?" Su Huai porridge held back a smile, leaning against the ginkgo tree opposite the bench, trembling with laughter.

Thinking of the picture of his junior being exposed face to face by the counselor as the author of a love novel, Su Huai Porridge felt embarrassed for him from the bottom of his heart.

Then it's so funny!

but--

"How did your father know that you were writing a novel?" After Su Huai porridge laughed, he became puzzled and asked, "Have you had a showdown with your parents?"

"How is it possible..." Jiang Miao guessed weakly, "I guess my sister told my mother... Now she is the only one in the family who knows that I am writing a novel."

"Then what should we do now?" Su Huai Porridge sat on the bench, tried to hold back a smile and asked, "Your parents already know."

My son wrote a novel, parents must read it.

Just thinking of that scene, Su Huai Congee couldn't help the smile on his face.

Especially thinking of uncles and aunts who are 50 to [-] years old, and still holding their mobile phones to read online articles about young people dating and crooked, this scene immediately feels joyful.

Thinking about it now that the counselors know it, and the whole teacher's office knows it, there is no guarantee that these teachers will not share it with other teachers as gossip.

Just thinking of these, Su Huai porridge subconsciously shivered, feeling terrible.

so far so good.

It wasn't her who died.

Su Huai Porridge began to reflect on himself, and tried to recall that the orders he took were all directly connected with other companies, so there was no problem.

The only flaw was the beep station, but she didn't show her head during the live broadcast, she only spoke occasionally, so it shouldn't be recognized by others.

After feeling relieved, Su Huai Porridge patted his junior on the back very caringly, and comforted him: "It's okay, there's no shame in writing a novel, because others can't write it if they want to."

Jiang Miao looked melancholy, and fell into the warm embrace of the senior sister, and buried her whole face in the senior sister's chest, seeking comfort after her death.

At first, Su Huai porridge hugged him kindly, patted his back, and stroked his head.

But Jiang Miao hugged him tighter and tighter, and was still rubbing back and forth, Su Huai Porridge blushed immediately, and pushed him away angrily.

"I don't think you feel that you are dead! You still think about doing bad things!"

"That doesn't mean you are very attractive, senior."

"I think you are too lustful." Su Huai porridge snorted, "You should pray first, the teachers don't tell the students about your novel writing."

Jiang Miao was shocked: "Sister, stop cursing me!"

……

The teacher's mouth is still relatively tight after all.

In the next two days, Jiang Miao frightenedly collected the information of the students around him, but found no one talking about someone writing a novel.

From this point of view, among the people who know about Jiang Miao's novels, except for the senior sister and two roommates, they should be confined to the counselor's office for the time being.

At most, it is spread among teachers.

Although this is enough to make people throw themselves into the river, but fortunately Jiang Miao has a big heart and can barely bear it.

Thinking about it from another angle, the novels he wrote were originally written for the student party, and the target audience is very clear.

These teachers who have stepped into the society obviously have a generation gap with the students, so they probably won't really read his novels.

Even if a teacher spread the word, such as casually gossip while eating, and shared it with others, others might not be interested.

Not to mention going out of your way to search and browse.

So Jiang Miao thought about it, and comforted herself that the problem was not serious.

Just a counselor.

Anyway, he's not a class committee member, and he doesn't usually have much contact with the counselor, and he doesn't meet every day. As long as he doesn't think about it, he can pretend that nothing happened.

Thinking about it this way, Jiang Miao's mood improved a lot.

On Saturday, after buying vegetables and cooking lunch with her senior sister, Jiang Miao was going to go out with Su Huai Porridge to the wedding photography shop that had been reserved in advance.

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Su Huai Porridge was obviously in high spirits, and after going downstairs, he held Jiang Miao's arm and walked briskly, as if he was not trying to help Jiang Miao collect materials, but was really going to take a wedding photo of their wedding.

The two got into a taxi and arrived at the wedding photography shop after one o'clock in the afternoon. The young lady at the front desk saw the two walking in, and her eyes lit up.

"Hello, do you have an appointment?"

"Well, I made an appointment last weekend for this afternoon's wedding dress and Hanfu."

The young lady at the front desk flipped through the roster and asked politely, "Excuse me, are these Ms. Su and Mr. Jiang?"

"correct."

After confirming the phone number again, the young lady at the front desk led the two of them into the store, led them to the indoor studio on the second floor, and found the young woman who was fiddling with the camera in her hand.

"Sister Zhao, the guest who made an appointment in the afternoon is here."

Zhao Qianying raised her head upon hearing the sound, her eyes were amazed by the two guests who came upstairs, and her expression was in a daze.

"Sister Zhao?"

"Well, ah!" Zhao Qianying came back to her senses, got up quickly and walked over, and said hello to the two, "Hello, hello, I am the owner of this store and a photographer, and I will be in charge of your afternoon shooting .”

"Then please trouble sister Zhao." Su Huai Porridge greeted politely.

Jiang Miao followed along, looking up and down the layout of the second floor.

The storefront of this store is very small, there is a front desk on the first floor, next to it is the narrow stairs going up, and there is nothing else.

The venue on the second floor is much larger, roughly occupying the size of two storefronts, and the largest one should be the studio just opposite the upstairs.

In addition, it is the dressing table next to it and the innermost cloakroom.

Small but complete.

The two of them didn't come to take wedding photos seriously, they just came to collect materials, and they didn't need to go to that kind of formal wedding dress shop.

Jiang Miao glanced randomly, and secretly recorded the layout here, which can be used when waiting for code words.

Fortunately, in addition to the front desk and the boss, there is also a male staff member on the second floor who is responsible for men's dressing and makeup.

Otherwise, Su Huai porridge would be really easy to get jealous.

Sitting in front of the dressing table with the makeup artist, Jiang Miao was still a little uncomfortable watching the makeup artist preparing all kinds of weird makeup items beside her.

This is the first time he has made up in 18 years.

Let alone asking others to help with makeup.

But while feeling the touch on his face, and listening to the make-up artist praise him for "good skin" and "good face shape" from time to time, Jiang Miao gradually relaxed.

It is estimated that the conditions are really good, and it didn't take much effort to put on makeup. After putting on makeup, Jiang Miao looked in the mirror. Except that she looked whiter and tenderer, it seemed that there was not much difference from usual.

Well, I can keep this in mind.

When the time comes to write it into the book, it can just be used to set off the hero's appearance.

It is convenient to use one's own appearance to set the male lead, and it is so easy to obtain materials.

Thinking about this, Jiang Miao looked aside. Zhao Qianying, the boss and photographer, was also a makeup artist, putting on makeup for Su Huai Porridge.

I don't know if it's because girls have more makeup steps. Anyway, before Jiang Miao was brought into the cloakroom by the makeup artist, Su Huai Porridge hadn't finished painting.

It wasn't until Jiang Miao changed into a dark blue suit and came out of the cloakroom that she saw Su Huai Porridge who had just finished her makeup.

If the Suhuai porridge on weekdays is not covered with powder and daisy, clear water and hibiscus, refreshing and beautiful, then the Suhuai porridge with makeup at this time is more like a peony in full bloom, exquisite blue and white porcelain, and the whole person looks mature and charming.

But in comparison, Zhao Qianying and Su Huai porridge looked at Jiang Miao with more surprise and appreciation.

Although Su Huai Porridge had seen Jiang Miao wearing a suit before, that was only at the Freshmen Debating Competition in October last semester.

And at that time, it was a black suit that was rented casually, and it didn't fit well. It was only Jiang Miao's outstanding appearance and figure that could highlight the tall and straight temperament.