Be a real Phoenix man

Jian Shuangcheng used to be the editor of Ruoshui.com. Two years ago, on a whim, he didn’t want to be an editor anymore. Instead, he began to write articles by himself, so he resigned and left Ruoshui.com, and went to another literary website that keeps pace with it——Terminal Literature.com Became a writer.

It was a bold attempt, with hardships and hardships, but he succeeded. Since then, he no longer has to hide behind the scenes and envy the applause and noise of others.From an unknown editor, he has become a well-known "great god".

Jian Shuangcheng is very satisfied with this change, if possible, he never wants to log in to the backstage of Ruoshui.com.

But now, there is one thing he must understand clearly - who wrote the article "24 Bright Moons", he must grasp this point!

Jian Shuangcheng opened the backend with ease, and was about to view the list of contestants. When he clicked in, a dialog box suddenly popped up on the web page: "Sorry, the current user does not have permission to enter."

Jian Shuangcheng frowned.It stands to reason that editors absolutely have the authority to view, otherwise they would not be able to perform post-counting and typesetting work.

Feeling unwilling, he thought of his other account—the administrator.He once obtained an administrator account of Ruoshui.com and logged in.

But still can't see it.

It seems that the secrecy of this competition is too strong.Even editors and administrators cannot check the authorship, which is really to achieve the so-called "fairness and justice".

Jian Shuangcheng snorted mockingly.He turned to log in to his QQ, clicked on a person whose nickname was "Editor Zizhan", and opened a dialog box.

"Are you there? Long time no see, I have something to ask you."

This editor, Zizhan, used to be his colleague at Ruoshui.com, and he had a good relationship with him before. Recently, I heard that he has been promoted to the editorial team leader of Ruoshui.com.

If you are the head of the editorial team, you must have the right to view the list of participating authors.

In addition, Jian Shuangcheng also considered another possibility: after all, he has been out of office for two years, maybe it is because of this that the website blocked his authority.

Jian Shuangcheng tried it shortly after leaving the company. Even if he logged in to the background, he could no longer manage the authors who used to be under him. He could not send them short messages or check their manuscript boxes.

It's just that I didn't expect that now I can't even check the list of authors.

There has been no reply for a long time, and the status displayed is "busy", and I don't know if I saw my message.

Jian Shuangcheng frowned slightly, and simply said the whole thing at once: "Do you know who the author of "24 Bright Moons" is? It doesn't mean anything else, just seeing that his writing is really good, I'm a little curious."

After leaving this sentence, he waited for a long time, but still did not get a reply, so he had to wait patiently for the time being.

However, at this end at that time, "Editor Zizhan" did not fail to see this message, and not only him, but also his immediate superior, his big boss, and the big boss of the publishing house who came here for a visit, had several pairs of eyes. They are all staring straight at this QQ message!

Uh...a layer of cold sweat broke out on editor Zizhan's back.He gritted his teeth, squeezed his palms, and scolded this unlucky former colleague ten thousand times in his heart.

When is not a good time to ask, why should we choose this time?

Today is the first day of the online essay competition jointly organized by Ruohydrology.com and Hualin Literature Publishing House. With such a formal and grand time, the two parties will naturally not let it slip by quietly.

As early as the last three days before the start of the game, Shuangfang bought hot searches and made a lot of advertisements to publicize the game overwhelmingly.Today, Fang Yibai, the boss of Hualin Publishing House, came to Ruoshui in person again, and said that he would observe the operation and participation of the competition from the backstage.

The other party has repeatedly emphasized that the fairness and confidentiality of the operation must be guaranteed, and the information of the contestants must not be disclosed, let alone manipulation of votes.

He just swore to Mr. Fang that apart from himself, his immediate boss, Editor-in-Chief Xiao, his boss, President Jiang, and Fang Yibai himself, besides these four, there would be no fifth person Know the real information of these authors.

But right now, there happened to be a short-sighted one who bumped into the muzzle of the gun.

Jiang Cheng, the president of Ruoshui, saw this message, immediately sullen his face, and scolded in a low voice: "Just say you don't know, and warn him not to ask again!"

The editor Zizhan hastily returned the past with the original words in fear and trepidation.He was about to close QQ quickly, but a deep magnetic voice stopped him.

"Wait." Fang Yibai, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke, his eyes stared at the news thoughtfully, and said unhurriedly: "May I ask, is this person also the editor of your website? "

On the top of the dialog box that pops up, there is a note from this person: Editor Mo Xuan.

Editor Zi Zhan gritted his teeth and said hastily, "No, no, Mr. Fang, he used to be my colleague, but he left two years ago. For some reason, he suddenly asked about the competition today."

Jiang Cheng on the side also smiled and added: "Yes, I have an impression of this person. He was very serious and responsible at work at the time. He probably still followed our website after resigning, so I just asked casually. Yi Bai, don't worry too much. .”

Fang Yibai shook his head with a smile, but still felt a little weird in his heart.

Why did this former Ruoshui editor named Mo Xuan suddenly ask about "24 Bright Moons"?That is Qing Luan's work.

Since midnight this morning, when the competition started, Fang Yibai has been in a state of inexplicable tension, especially after seeing the entries submitted by Qingluan.

He had never read such a different style of Qingluan's article!In the past, the protagonists in Qingluan's works were either strong, kind, intelligent, or delicate and sensitive, but the protagonists in this article are so bad, gloomy, sinister, and distressing.

Fang Yibai's heart trembled suddenly when he saw that the young protagonist's clothes were covered with obscenities and graffiti that he couldn't bear to look at.

He suddenly thought, could the boy who was bullied like this be the projection of Qingluan himself in his youth?

Fang Yibai never thought about what Ye Qingluan was like before writing the article, what kind of life he lived, and Ye Qingluan himself never mentioned it in the article.

But now, looking at the young man in the article who was excluded by his classmates and bullied by everyone because of his sexual orientation, Fang Yibai suddenly felt uneasy.

Qingluan dropped out of school early and wrote at home. Could this also have something to do with his student life in his youth?

Will Qing Luan, who wrote Tanmei novels so early on, be dismissed and humiliated by his classmates as a different kind?

Fang Yibai was reading, but suddenly he couldn't read anymore. Every article and every protagonist of Qingluan's previous articles allowed him to peek into a corner of Qingluan's heart. The deeper he read, the more Qingluan let him obsessed.But now, after seeing the real Qingluan, his previous single obsession has quietly changed into another feeling that cannot be explained clearly.

Such timidity, shyness, sensitivity, and even a little low self-esteem and decadent Qingluan made him feel so distressed.

On the one hand, he couldn't bear to read on, and on the other hand, he couldn't wait to read on.He even checked how many votes Qingluan Wenxia had accumulated every hour.

He seemed to be looking forward to his victory in the competition more than Qingluan himself.

Thinking of this, Fang Yibai raised the corners of his mouth in a self-deprecating manner. He suppressed his thoughts and wrote down the name "Moxuan" for the time being.

Ye Qingluan's house at that time.

Ye Qingluan suddenly felt a thin and slow tingling sensation, rising from his earlobe, like rippling spring water, gradually floating him up in circles and layers.

He snorted comfortably, and then the numbness suddenly turned into a burning itching, spreading down from the top of his head.

The ears, cheeks, and neck were all so hot that they were stained with a blush.Ye Qingluan twisted his body involuntarily.

But the scorching heat and numbness did not diminish at all, on the contrary, they intensified, and suddenly all gathered in the lower abdomen, bringing a burst of intense stimulation.

"Um……"

Stimulated to the top, Ye Qingluan moaned softly, and then suddenly opened his eyes.The tide-like excitement faded away in an instant, which made him a little dazed.

Sitting on the tangled quilt, he was stunned for a while, and it took him a while to understand.

Just now, it turned out that the helmet given by Jiang Tao worked.When the specified time came, the helmet seemed to emit some kind of stimulation, waking him up in his sleep.What Dr. Jiang invented is so useful!

Ye Qingluan glanced at the time.It's five o'clock in the afternoon, two hours later than the time I set.The helmet seemed to take a while to wake itself up.But it's much better than before when I didn't wake up.

Ye Qingluan was overjoyed and got off the bed, but as soon as he opened his legs, he felt his legs go soft, and he sat down on the ground.

The numb and itchy aftertaste still seemed to linger in his body, making his legs and feet weak.This strange feeling... He thought of something in a trance, blushed, and staggered to the bathroom while leaning on the edge of the bed.

An overly enchanting face was clearly reflected in the bathroom mirror.His eyebrows are black like a crow's feathers spreading his wings, and his face is as red as a crabapple blooming.Ye Qingluan looked away in embarrassment, and lowered his head like an ostrich.

He said he felt something was wrong!The stimulating effect of waking up the helmet just now is like the feeling of lust. God knows how Dr. Jiang invented such a ghost...

The more he thought about it, the more embarrassing he felt, Ye Qingluan sat down on the toilet seat, staring blankly at his flamboyant tail.

At this moment, a clear and polite knock on the door suddenly sounded, Ye Qingluan blinked, thinking he heard it wrong.

Who would knock on his door except Jiang Tao who had the key and walked in directly?

Seeing that there was no sound from inside the door, the knock continued to ring persistently. After a while, a pleasant and gentle strange female voice sounded at the door: "Excuse me, is Mr. Ye at home? We are neighbors across the door."

The neighbor across the door?Ye Qing stood up abruptly, staring at the door nervously.