A jiyou comes out of the closet

Having said that, but in the face of serious matters, Fu Wen still held back her violent temper for the time being, and while advising Jiang Wanqing, she frivolously searched for the author's name of "Jade Shura".

Heh, what common topics can a danmei writer and a romance writer have in common?You also hook up across groups, should you say you are brave enough or smart enough?Aren't you afraid to die and run to your aunt's territory to grab CP?

Heh, the number of clicks is not over a thousand, and my aunt's collection is almost over ten thousand, so you want to compete with me?After only talking to Qingqing for a few words, you dare to lean on her as a caring little padded jacket?Do you think there is no one around Qingqing?I'm still alive!

Oh, a joke... But will Qingqing take pity on her and ignore her?Talk to her too much and leave me alone?Am I falling out of favor?

Wen Fu: Munch Screams.jpg (Note 1)

Jiang Wanqing didn't know what the scheming Lolita was doing in her heart and sliced ​​herself, but she frowned slightly and brushed the comment section.

Who knew that deleting a comment would trigger such a big reaction. When she encountered cheerful and unknowing brain-dead comments before, she would always flicker past them artistically, not only not hurting the ignorant readers, but also successfully curbing the further development of the situation .But she really didn't know how to respond to the "what kind of literati is called a man who smells like copper" that day, so she chose to delete Qingjing.

Both Fu Wen and Yu Xiuluo can understand that there will always be a few cheating comments on the front page, and the collection will freeze into ice like it has been put into a refrigerator.

Standing in different positions, each has its own dissatisfaction, and it cannot be regarded as who is right and who is wrong.

Every V article will be on the thousand-word income list on the third day of entering V, which is the clip in the "black words" of Jinjiang authors.Jiang Wanqing's "Correcting Handbook for Sick Girls" was hanging in the middle of the folder. The position wasn't too bad, but it wasn't too good either.The collection is gradually growing at a rate of several hundred per hour, and more and more readers come to the comment area. After being guided by the trend, they did not directly follow the trend to criticize, but they also expressed their dissatisfaction with the author's lack of expression.

Jiang Wanqing put a short explanatory sentence on the first line of the copy. She knows the art of speaking very well. She neither completely cleared up the inappropriateness of her deletion of comments, nor did she bring malice to the original readers. The comment area gradually recovered and became normal .

Fu Wen was amazed, and he and Jiang Wanqing sighed together with Mai: "It's amazing, my Qing, I guess if it was me, I would just ignore it, whatever they make noise, anyway, I'm not wrong, they are just trying to make something fresh, pointing out It won't stop anytime soon."

Jiang Wanqing laughed loudly: "After all, it's your reader. I'm not obliged to help you out after looking at pictures and pictures. Now that I've helped you, it hurts people's hearts if you don't come forward. Okay, okay, it's over, you Go to sleep, it's okay."

Fu Wen let out a "hmm" and cut off the mic, her eyes flashed a cold light in the dark night.

That Yu Shura... how could my aunt let you go, heh.

The detective potential of a woman is terrifying beyond imagination. Fu Wen, who has never liked to take the initiative to attack, actually searched through the Weibo ID, post bar ID, LOFTER ID, and touched the clear water, the original , Creation these three forums rummaged through, unbelievably added all kinds of groups of Jinjiang authors, and finally let her pick up Yu Xiuluo's penguin number.

Looking at the string of numbers, a smirk appeared on the corner of Fu Wen's lips—after staying with Jiang Wanqing for a long time, she unconsciously learned some cheap and bad habits of that guy.

The content of the friend application is "Daddy, I am your little fan girl". Fu Wen looked at the screen with a half-smile. After Yu Xiuluo agreed to the friend application, Fu Wen suddenly covered her heart tightly and burst into tears in the empty dormitory :

Why wasn't she so witty when she picked up the goddess!

Why was she not so brave when she picked up the goddess!

why...

Forget it, Fu Wen sighed silently, being cowardly is cowardly, and she didn't bother to defend herself, after all, Jiang Wanqing had already disgusted her and made complaints about it many times.

But she already has a goddess in her heart, so what is Jiang Wanqing?Fu Wen lay on the bed with her butt pouted, her head covered in a soft pillow, her heart seemed to be twisted by an invisible big hand, she couldn't tell what it was like.

A phantom that has never met, spoken, and the real reality in the palm of your hand, you will know who to choose with your heels.But the goddess is so powerful, Jiang Wanqing is also very good...

Fu Wen, who covered her face and screamed like a girl in bed, wanted to cry without tears. No one could have imagined that this time, the top student in the whole department, who is comparable to a computer, is not pretending to be "Warring States Policy" and "Warring States Policy" all day long. Zhouyi is not an obscure book, but two beautiful villains are constantly fighting.On weekdays, there is only a face that only smiles but not smiles and has no expression, but it still shows this kind of tangled and broken look.

The villain on the left has long straight black hair and is wearing a white bohemian dress and nodding at her gently; The corpse was cut left and right, and occasionally raised its head and smiled grimly at her.

Who do you choose?

Fu Wen was frightened to death by Jiang Wanqing's dead appearance that she had imagined. She crossed "Amen" several times on her chest before clearing those strange pictures, and turned her attention back to the phone screen. With a smile not a smile, I set a note for someone:

"Dare to rob someone with my aunt and grandma. It's too much life. I want to court death and talk too much. Love the cute little padded jacket with a sense of presence."

Qingqing, don't worry, I will definitely educate all the bad boys who harass you to let them know how to behave!Fu Wen's face was full of determination, and he started the process of getting close with the first Two-dimensional web author.

The lunatic curly-haired woman who rested on the bed with her chin propped up on the bed was not usually swaying, but was staring at the private chat window with a puzzled expression.

This person... seems to be a member of the spelling group she added, and there seems to be this person in other groups.Usually, everyone chats in groups, gossips and spelling, and they are familiar with each other, except for the pen name.This group doesn't ask for explosive horses, and everyone covers their vests tightly, for fear of letting others know, but this person only hit Jiang Wanqing for a private chat, and the first sentence he came up with was:

"Is that Jiang Fan? Hello, I'm Nightmare or not."

Jiang Wanqing seemed to be familiar with this pseudonym, but he couldn't remember where he saw it, so he searched, only to be dumbfounded after this search: Is it actually the boss of the fangroup? !

The Nightmare Is Not Nightmare column has only one derivative anime article called "Death Forbids Love".The heroine is My Wife Yuno, who is a representative of Bingjiao. Since the manga has no fan authorization in mainland China, Nightmare Not Nightmare also failed to sign the contract. Of course, it is also possible that she is unwilling to sign.Although there is only a natural list, "Death and Forbidden Love" is also extremely popular in the fandom area. The heroine's "Love You to Kill You" has attracted a group of shaking M, with more than [-] favorites, ranking first in the season list.

It is a gigantic existence.

Jiang Wanqing was secretly sweating that his pseudonym had been exposed inadvertently, and at the same time was sweating even more why he was chatting with her.

"I'm chasing your article, it's well written." Mengmai Bumai deliberately explained, "I'm more sensitive to the word sickly." Jiang Wanqing took a breath, and politely replied: "Thank you, sir."

"Your comment section on the folder is very lively today. I've seen other newcomers panic when they encounter this situation. You handle it pretty well, very powerful, girl." Nightmare's words are very formulaic and polite, There is a sense of alienation, but it doesn't make people feel too blunt.

Jiang Wanqing has been in the workplace for a while, and since he was a child, he has seen a lot of teachings and tricks, and he knows what people say when he sees people, and he talks nonsense. Compared with the communication between Nightmare and Not Nightmare, he is more cautious and polite than Fu Wen. A big flicker wanton.

"It's too much of a compliment. I've been in the online literary circle for at least five or six years. Even if I can't solve this problem perfectly, it's still passable." Jiang Wanqing typed expressionlessly, complimenting her inappropriately: "It's a big deal. The text data is so good, there are no sunspots in the text, amazing! My old salted fish has a lot of sunspots, alas..."

Nightmare did not send a message after a long time.Jiang Wanqing noticed that each chapter of her "Death and Forbidden Love" only has a pitiful 1000-odd words. In Jinjiang, where a chapter is usually [-] words, it looks pitifully thin. The update time is uncertain, usually three or two a week. It should be that the three-dimensional is very busy, so busy that there is no time to code words, and the typing speed is still slow.

"You've done a good job, girl." Mengmai Bumai smiled, "Some authors with poor psychological endurance may have been forced to quit the circle."

Jiang Wanqing was confused by her, but he was still very happy to hear people praise him, and he wanted to reveal his true colors within a few words, "It's okay, I'm in a good mood, even if one day I'm blocked by human flesh and scolded It’s okay, I was mentally prepared on the day I made up my mind to be an author.”

"Come on." Mengmai Bumai chatted with her inexplicably, but Jiang Wanqing was still confused.

Jiang Wanqing, who couldn't sleep, packed up and got out of bed. It was still dark at five o'clock in the morning. When he went out, the old man and the old lady at home heard the movement, but they didn't say anything.They knew that the nature of their daughter's work was very special. Once they received a call, they had to go out at any time, and they got used to it over time.Although she still misses her, it is inconvenient to discipline the grown-up girl, so she can only say a few words over her ears when she is in a good mood.

"Little mosquito," Jiang Wanqing likes to call out nicknames, calling Fu Wen a little eunuch, "Are you free today, I will take you to learn about the work of the assistant."

Fu Wen investigated Yu Xiuluo all night, read her articles, browsed her Weibo, and browsed all the posts on her post bar. She was almost more conscientious than a parent who catches a child's puppy love. When she was full of energy, she received Jiang Wanqing. phone call, happily replied: "Okay."

The first time was better during the day, a smile gradually appeared on Jiang Wanqing's face, otherwise Fu Wen would be scared to cry.

Maybe I will be scared to cry during the day.

The author has something to say: Note 1: "Munch's Scream" is a painting, babies can take a look at it, and vividly experience the expression.

Alas, Fu Tongxie's inner drama is getting more and more, but his face is as stable as an old dog.