On the Routine of President Wen

"Welcome to "The President is So Alluring" in the system world, Fu Yihuan, the hottest gold medal composer nowadays, all the songs he composed are vying for the attention of major pop singers.Your parents divorced when you were young, and each formed a new family. As a middleman, you are not pleasing to both sides. After you become an adult, you become independent and self-reliant, work-study, complete your studies and go abroad for further studies. to the current position. 』

Listening to Mr. Rabbit's explanation, Fu Yihuan rinsed his mouth "gurgling", spit out the water in his mouth, wiped his mouth and asked: "According to you, this Luo Chen is really not simple, what is his identity? Luo Heng's relative?"

Mr. Rabbit looked enigmatic:

『Leave it a secret for now, and you will know it by then. 』

"Okay." Fu Yihuan shrugged and put the towel on the shelf casually, "Then can you tell me why I feel that everything in this system world is so familiar, I can even name the little daughter of the owner of the breakfast shop at the gate of the community. nickname?"

Mr. Rabbit scratched his head and thought for a while, then said:

"This... is actually because the master of the main system feels that you can't bring enough emotion every time. In other words, you are not invested enough, and there is always a strange feeling of incongruity between the lines, so the master of the main system is a little bit swaying." Improve your memory, allowing you to better integrate into the system world. 』

"In other words, I can be regarded as a person in the system world now?" Fu Yihuan poured a glass of water, and sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, "No wonder, everything I see looks so familiar, and there is something in my mind." All the memories related to the characters in the plot, and I don’t feel too abrupt, as if everything is taken for granted, those are the pasts that I did have.”

"Yes, although the master of the main system has implanted these memories for you, which will slightly affect your emotions, but as the protagonist, the leading role of the plot is still in your hands. 』

If he said this, Fu Yihuan was puzzled. The short explanation woven by the system world clearly showed that someone was behind the knife, and this person, Fu Yihuan had already been able to confirm that it was Leng Jue, and the key point Leng Jue admitted without hesitation.

So, why is it said that the protagonist Fu Yihuan has the leading role in the plot?

It is obvious that Leng Jue was the one who created the system world, and Leng Jue was the one who arranged the direction of the plot, but looking back on the previous system world, Fu Yihuan did take a lot of the initiative. He often speaks and does things as he pleases, and he does whatever he wants.

He remembered that the explanation given by Mr. Rabbit before was: "The plot will have different sub-lines, which will be changed randomly according to your words and deeds."

He has seen this point several times. If he really wanted to say that, wouldn't those novels be written by him, Fu Yihuan?

No, no, as the protagonist from the first perspective, he can only be regarded as directly affecting the direction of the plot. The other characters, the plot, etc., are all set up by Leng Jue.

That being said, the key is to look at Leng Jue?

Fu Yihuan swayed his legs depressingly, still puzzled by the importance of himself and Leng Jue in the system world. Suddenly, a memory fragment of the real world flashed by, and the swaying legs slowly stopped Come down, just this memory fragment, let him figure it out at once.

That was when he first entered the company and became the editor of the romance group. At that time, he was not in charge of the president's article. The editor-in-chief considered that he was just a rookie and he was still a boy, so he threw an author who was also a rookie to him. They grind each other down.

Newcomer authors don’t follow the trend to write routine essays, but like to touch the dark and deep alleys, bow their necks and rush forward. What they write are all conspiracy works that have no market at that time. The writing style is excellent but it always makes people confused Shui, although the data was dismal, she gritted her teeth and persisted. In the end, she succeeded, her work was turned into a film and television project, and she became famous in one fell swoop.

Fu Yihuan deeply remembers that when he was in charge of the author, the question he asked most often was: "Why did he (she) say this? Why did he do it? What's the point?"

Every time the author raised his chin, and replied in a firm voice: "This is his (her) idea, how do I know? I am the author, that is their life, and they decide."

Thinking about it now, Leng Jue should have coincided with the author's thoughts. Under their hands, every character is alive and real. They have their own temperaments, and most of the plots are Propelled by words and deeds made according to their temperament.

As writers, although they have the ability to turn clouds and rain, they will not overly interfere with the lives of the characters. In their opinion, let the created characters create their own plots and let the natural development of the final novel be the best. Brilliant.

Then, in Leng Jue's eyes, Fu Yihuan in the novel is the most representative character. As the protagonist, the entire system world must revolve around him. His character determines his words and deeds, and determines the development of the plot. It also indirectly determines the fate of other characters.

In short, from Fu Yihuan's point of view, he follows the plot in his own way, doing whatever he wants.From Leng Jue's point of view, it's very good. According to Yi Huan's temperament, if he comes like this, then there should be such and such developments in the future.

That is to say, there is no contradiction between Fu Yihuan and Leng Jue, and the plot unfolded by Leng Jue is indeed caused by Fu Yihuan.

In this way, Fu Yihuan had nothing to worry about. He stood up, changed into his home clothes, grabbed his mobile phone and wallet, and walked out of the apartment. The bed, the folding bed not only wobbles, but also "creaks" when sleeping, it is really uncomfortable to sleep.

"Hey, Xiao Fu, good morning, is it still the same?"

The owner of the breakfast shop at the entrance of the community saw Fu Yihuan and immediately greeted him loudly. Looking at the posture, Fu Yihuan always felt that he was not simply saying hello, but that he seemed to be afraid that Fu Yihuan would go into the Shaxian snack next door if he turned his footsteps.

"Yes, the same old way, please trouble the boss." Fu Yihuan smiled politely at him, touched a small plastic stool familiarly, and sat down at an empty table.

"Okay!"

Soon, the boss brought over two baskets of steamed dumplings, two bowls of hot soy milk, two deep-fried dough sticks, four meat buns, and two pairs of chopsticks. Seeing these things appearing in pairs, Fu Yihuan was taken aback, and quickly apologized. Said: "Boss, I'm sorry, I just said it smoothly, I am alone, I can't eat so much."

The boss seemed a little surprised, and removed half of the meal without saying a word, but he still couldn't help asking: "Why are you alone today, Xiao Luo? Did you oversleep? Do you want to pack a copy for you and bring it back to him?" ?”

As soon as he heard the boss mention Luo Chen, the picture of yesterday emerged, and even the smell seemed to float into Fu Yihuan's nasal cavity as if there was no trace, which made him feel a little nauseous, his complexion turned bad, and he chewed half of it. The buns became hard to swallow.

Seeing Fu Yihuan put down his chopsticks with a pale face, the boss waved his daughter to move a stool over with great insight, and sat down beside Fu Yihuan, sighed meaningfully, and said with the face of someone who had come here:

"Little Fu, when two people are together, quarreling and bickering are normal things. Don't worry, it's not easy for the two of you to be together. It's been three years. It's impossible to say that the relationship is weak. If you're wrong, just admit it. If he is wrong, find a way to make him admit it, and forgive him if he can. Listen to my brother's advice, live a good life is the right way, you..."

"He cheated." Fu Yihuan took a sip of soy milk and said unhurriedly.

"Ah?" The boss was stunned for a while, and after a long time to react, he said unwillingly, "Do you young people have such a saying, what is it called...mental derailment? Then Xiao Luo..."

Fu Yihuan chuckled lightly: "Catch the rape in bed, cheating physically."

The boss was choked instantly, and his mouth grew big. Fu Yihuan couldn't help stuffing a bun into his mouth, and continued slowly: "I've finished playing with him, we broke up, and I'll be the one who comes to have breakfast in the future." One person, don’t order so many things, it’s a waste if you can’t finish it.”

The gagged boss finally stopped talking, nodded in a daze, got up and went to work.

Fu Yihuan breathed a sigh of relief, he could finally concentrate on serving his stomach ancestor.

As a result, as soon as a small steamed bun was stuffed into his mouth, the phone in his pocket buzzed and vibrated, and then a melodious pure music sounded. Fu Yihuan swallowed the small steamed bun, almost choking himself to death, while patting his chest Panting, he took out his phone, and the screen showed that the caller was Shao Li.

"Hey, Shao Li, what's the matter?" Fu Yihuan still couldn't catch his breath, and his voice seemed muffled.

"It's nothing, I just heard that you're back. Let's have dinner with you tonight. Let's talk about the new song. I like the song you gave last time. I wrote the lyrics myself. I want to show you. Listen to your thoughts."

Shao Li's voice is very pleasant, a typical singer's voice, with a unique feeling of psychedelic and lyrical. Although it is a little distorted, it is still moving. Fu Yihuan guessed that he is probably a love song singer. And good at sad love songs.

Since he wanted to talk about serious business, Fu Yihuan naturally had no reason to refuse. The key point was that he rejected him. Fu Yihuan would be doing nothing after going to the department store to buy a bed later. It was definitely a big plot point for Shao Li to come here at this time. To meet my beloved President, this trip is a must.

So, Fu Yihuan took a sip of soy milk, and after relieving the cramped discomfort, he replied, "Well, okay, where will we meet tonight? What time?"

"Twilight Restaurant, seven o'clock, see you soon." Shao Li on the other end of the phone seemed a little excited, and his tone was much more cheerful.

"Okay, see you soon."

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Concise version of the copy: You may not believe it if you say it, but this is a weak master who has lost all his cultivation, a big apprentice who covets his own beauty, a second apprentice who is a master of women's clothing and insists on competing for the title of "Flower of the Three Realms", and Ji Crow's Mouth With the help of the three apprentices who are full of sarcastic words, they earn merits wholeheartedly, and are half-hearted and soaring.

small theater:

Tang Jingxu: "Recently, my teacher heard such a rumor that I wrapped my teacher in egg liquid, glued it with bread crumbs, fried it until golden and crispy, and took it out of the oil. , the elderly and children love to eat it, and it makes the children next door cry."

Yin Liansheng: "I have never heard of it."

Tang Jingxu: "Get out of here! They are all made of you!"

Yin Liansheng: "Master is really wrong to blame the apprentice."

Tang Jingxu: "If you weren't salivating in the hot springs for the teacher, how could there be such rumors?!"

Gentle and patient, rational, black-bellied attack VS weak chicken protecting the calf, being a teacher, a bitch, and a contemptuous subject