A jiyou comes out of the closet

This kind of hair loss is like hair loss. When it falls out, it doesn't... Ah no, I just get used to it.

Even if there are many articles on the Internet that are regarded as divine works, there are always people who can't stand it, and even drop their mobile phones and scold this goddamn thing!It is conceivable that some people like the two little articles on the street, and some people hate them. I don’t know which part touched the reader’s thunder point, or just looked at it and found it boring. All kinds of strange reasons can be combined into one result—— —

"Qingqing, I lost it."

It's not uncommon for girls to call each other baby and sister, but Jiang Wanqing couldn't bear this kind of address, so she asked Fu Wen to use the duplication of the last word of her name as a nickname.

Jiang Wanqing opened the lock screen code of Xiaoheiwu, but did not see any news from Fu Wen.The latter can only think wildly sadly: "I must have collapsed writing, that's right, that's the way it is, I'm so useless that I can't even keep the little angel..."

Fu Wen's thinking does not allow her to sit still: "I want to improve, I want to find an experienced senior to be my master." Unknowing Jiang Wanqing fell into a daze after seeing a few news about Fu Wen when she left the small dark room state.

"Qingqing, I hooked up with a great god, and he accepted me as an apprentice."

Is this girl delusional?Jiang Wanqing's first thought came out of his brain, but was scattered by her two paws in an instant, this girl might have been deceived.

After Jiang Wanqing expressed her doubts, Fu Wen began to tell her about the glorious history of this master: first of all, he was a certain author who was a master at a certain point. He could collect millions of books at any time. Fans and sunspots There are so many, but because of the cleanup of the Internet a few years ago, all the underworld books he wrote were 404 (Note 1), and he had to start all over again.

So Jiang Wanqing sincerely searched for this ID according to the pseudonym of the "gold bar" with the idea of ​​reading the works of the great god. The only book under his name is called "Sowing the World".At the beginning, Jiang Wanqing was very curious, and felt that this gold bar was quite solid. It takes courage to write popular science books on agriculture and forestry in the era of fast food literature, but after reading Chapter 1, she decisively dropped her phone: "What a crazy thing!"

Dare this sow to be a stallion's seed.

"Sister, are you sure your IQ didn't run out during the postgraduate entrance examination?" Jiang Wanqing guessed reasonably.

A few drops of cold sweat dripped from Fu Wen's forehead, but no one could see it through the screen: "This...he wrote really vulgar, I can't stand it. But the advice he gave me is very pertinent and very specific Sex, I think he has a point."

Jiang Wanqing: "..."

After thinking for a long time, Jiang Wanqing sighed softly and said, "Are you too impatient?"

Fu Wen was stunned.

"Do you really want to become a god?" Jiang Wanqing asked tentatively, "Isn't the original purpose of writing essays a hobby? Don't force yourself so much. Experience needs to be accumulated one by one. It's better to listen to other people's suggestions." Find your own way, you don’t need to do this at all.”

Fu Min's head was depressed, and she typed slowly: "I want to become a god, prove myself, and find my goddess."

"Huh? Goddess?" Jiang Wanqing heard her mention about the goddess a few times before, and became a little curious about this woman: "What does this have to do with her?"

"She stopped writing all of a sudden, and I don't know whether she closed her pen or changed her pseudonym to go to another website." My hair was scratched like a bird's nest, and I was still yelling, "After I become a god, many people will know me. At that time, I can say: I really like my goddess, maybe she will see it~ "

Jiang Wanqing clicked his tongue twice: "Come on, believe in yourself!"

Her family did not support her writing. Fu Wen was not shocked when she uttered her dream for the first time. She immediately froze, and the corner of her mouth curled into an imperceptible arc, "Thank you~ I will work hard~"

Knowing that the gold bar was nonsense, but Jiang Wanqing didn't want to destroy Fu Min's good wishes, so she could only silently watch her finish the "homework" left by "Master" every day, what movie impressions, animation script writing techniques, suspense layout.Jiang Wanqing felt a headache seeing Fu Wen's dense writing, and secretly lamented that this girl is too hardworking, but for a hobby, this is too much.

Fu Wen's tutor also likes to leave homework very much, and often arranges ten or twenty books for her to read papers with tens of thousands of words in a fixed time.Jiang Wanqing can always see that Fu Wen is still busy at three or four o'clock in the night, and she must still be typing on the WPS. The square characters in Song Dynasty can blind people's eyes.

Fu Wen's goddess is really lucky, Jiang Wanqing thought at that time, there is such a loyal fan who did these things for her.But what Jiang Wanqing didn't tell Fu Wen was that there are 10,000+ writers, and the probability of becoming a superstar is very small. What's more, her concept of becoming a god is unknown, and this road may never come to an end.

"Cute little girl," Jiang Wanqing smiled helplessly, "Come on, I hope you can do it."

There are always faint dark circles under Fu Wen's eyes, as if she can't get enough sleep.She and a few roommates are just nodding acquaintances, and they usually greet each other as if they don't exist.After going to bed at [-] o'clock in the evening, Fu Wen lay down on the table and wrote vigorously. On a large piece of straw paper, the turning points and key points of the outline were marked with red, black and blue pens.

Suddenly a roommate asked curiously: "Has Qiqi not come back yet?"

Fu Wen was interrupted from thinking, took off her glasses, rubbed her sore eyes, and carefully counted the number of people in the dormitory: indeed, only three of the four came back, and the girl named Chu Qiqi was not there.

"Maybe with her boyfriend." Another roommate guessed, but the girl who asked the question denied it: "She is the same as Fu Wen, she knows how to study every day, where is the boyfriend, the dormitory library is two o'clock and one line, it doesn't make sense to be so late Not coming back yet."

Fu Wen didn't have a big impression of that girl, anyway, she was also a delicate and introverted girl who worked hard on research topics.Whether others go back to the dormitory to sleep or not has nothing to do with her. Fu Wen was too lazy to think about it. She opened Jinjiang's APP to look at the data in Jiang Wanqing's "Sick and Delicate Correction Manual", and suddenly her eyelids twitched:

"It's a mess, what are you writing? The author is pretending to be shit. This quality of writing can also be listed, and Jinjiang is really getting worse every year."

Of course, Jiang Wanqing also saw this comment.

She looked at the negative two-pointer expressionlessly, feeling a little resentful in her heart.What does it mean that an article of this quality can also be on the list?She admitted that this "Handbook for Correction of Sickness" is not true love, and she did not pay too much attention when she wrote it, but no matter how she said it, she never broke it. , There is no thunder rolling in the sky, and I diligently wrote down according to the outline.

Why scold her like that?Even if you don't like it, don't attack it personally.

It must be a lie to say that he is not angry, Jiang Wanqing sneered at the phone screen: "Your mouth really stinks."

Every author must make sufficient psychological preparations before entering the industry. If no one reads the article, relatives and friends do not support wasting time on it, and if the writing is not in line with the reader's wishes, he will be scolded... Although Jiang Wanqing didn't laugh before Heartless, she bragged to Fu Wen, "Even if you give me a negative score and scold me, my sister will just laugh it off without frowning, hahaha".

It hurt so badly.

Fu Wen sent her a message; "Qingqing, leave her alone, your writing is pretty good." Jiang Wanqing took a deep breath, and suddenly had a thought: "I'll turn on the computer and have a look."

This comment is not quite right: if you are a pure reader, it is understandable to give a negative score if you don't like an article, but you won't say "an article of this quality can also be on the list".When I thought of her as a pure reader, I thought that entering V was determined by the number of hits and the author's preferences. All the people on the list were masters. Even if they didn't like the article, they would silently abandon it. How could they say such a thing.

Sure enough, Jiang Wan checked and opened the "Sickness Correction Manual" on the PC, and clicked on the reader's column in the comment area below. The comments in the column were almost all negative comments, and there was only one positive comment. .

With sharp eyes, Jiang Wanqing noticed an interesting phenomenon: all the articles that this reader left with negative comments were on the same list as Jiang Wanqing, and the article with the worst data was actually a positive one.

She pulled it to the top, and sure enough, there was a row of small green characters "I'm still an author" under the reader's name.

Jiang Wanqing & Fu Wen: "..."

Jiang Wanqing felt angry and funny all of a sudden, this kind of red-eyed person would scold when she saw a paper with better grades than her, and the name of the vest changed in a fancy way, but this kind of guy who didn't have enough brains actually used the author's real name to piss off his colleagues I really don't know whether to call her brave or stupid.

Now Jiang Wanqing and Fu Wen have a little bit of awareness: People who scold you don’t necessarily simply hate the content of the article. Black fans and red eyes in the street will all be “tumors” in the comment area. Improving yourself is one aspect, and it’s even more difficult. What you deal with is the group of people who deliberately want to block your footsteps.

Jiang Wanqing calmly reported and deleted the comment on the grounds of personal attack, exhaling comfortably, the comment area was peaceful for a few days.

A phone call from team leader Zhao Jie disturbed all the peace:

"Wanqing, the fourth body has appeared, call the task force, let's go!"

The deceased, Chu Qiqi, was a full-time graduate student at a well-known local university. Two days after her disappearance, her roommate reported to the police. People from the task force assisted the local police in finding the body.

Jiang Wanqing already knew that the death of the CEO of the listed company she had autopsied was not accidental.

Fu Wen, who comforted the two roommates who were frightened and crying at the scene, saw Jiang Wanqing like this for the first time: her waist-length hair was neatly rolled up and coiled on top of her head, and a sky-blue sterilized mask covered most of her face. Leaving behind a pair of eyes with smoky makeup and a slight coldness, and a spotless white coat covering all the glamour, she is now like an autopsy machine without life and emotion.

"Why are you here?" Jiang Wanqing cast a puzzled look at Fu Wen.

The author has something to say: Note: 404 is a webpage failure that cannot be displayed.

In this article, the emotional line (main line)>career line (open line)>case line (dark line), I wrote it very easy to understand, and I won’t burn my brain~ The foreshadowing of the previous article "The CEO of a listed company was killed" I don’t know if anyone found it Pinch~The body ① is in Chapter 1, ②Chapter 3, ③Chapter 4, ④this chapter.

I wish little angel Meng a happy new year, a new year and a new atmosphere, okay~

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