The author finally killed the male supporting role

Lin Musheng stared at the line of text in the comment area on the screen, with both hands resting on the keyboard, ready to move. Countless ways for the younger brother to seduce the male protagonist have flashed through his mind at this time, while ensuring that the plot is coherent and not procrastinated.

Yidouchun, Yidouchun, how can you be so depraved, can you be bought casually with a shot?

Lin Musheng thought about it carefully, and found that he could really do it.

After all, it was no ordinary cannon, it was the cannon he had dreamed of for several years!

In order to prevent himself from making any irreversible mistakes, Lin Musheng resolutely closed the word and opened the school posting bar of his university. There was a high-quality post in the ×× university bar. Liang's previous girlfriends".

When this post was posted, Liang Yizheng was the chairman of the student union of × University, and he was in the limelight at the school. As soon as the post was posted, it received thousands of attention, and the popularity almost reached the top of the Double Eleven Lottery Draw.

The host is also a genius, and the post records are very detailed, from gender, name, professional class, age and height, and at least one picture must be attached below.

It is said that the reason why this post can be preserved and refined is because the host asked for authorization from Liang Yi's previous girlfriends before posting. I found the photo album and sent it to the owner with beautiful pictures that I don’t know how many times I have repaired. The girls in the photos are all like big babies.

At that time, a poll was held in the small bar of XX University. The topic of the poll was "Which of Liang Yi's girlfriend do you like the most?" Among them, a girl majoring in civil engineering in the 13th grade was far ahead with [-] votes.

That girl was Liang Yi's girlfriend at the time, and many students guessed that Liang Yi must have helped her get tickets.

I have to say that the students of X University are boring enough to make sand sculptures.

Lin Musheng opened the post, and he didn't look at anything else. He just clicked on the pictures, flipped through them one by one, looked at the other's big breasts, and then lowered his head to look at his own flat face. Lin Musheng forked the page expressionlessly. Sure enough, it's much calmer now.

Looking at the comment area of ​​"Broken Star" after calming down, Lin Musheng found that Liang Yi was not the only perverted reader in the younger brother's teasing, and there were not a few who left messages in the comment area wanting to poke Yidouchun's chrysanthemum.

Lin Musheng patted his chest, thankful that he escaped unharmed.

Readers, what prevented this tragedy from happening was not Yidouchun's moral quality as a writer, but Lin Musheng's lack of confidence in his own cup.

However, Lin Musheng was still a bit skinny, and he replied under the comment of Three Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers: I will do what I say.

Liang Yi took a short nap after eating at noon. After waking up, he turned on his phone and took a look. He found that the interface was still parked in CC's personal center. He happened to see a notification. He clicked on it and found that he was in "Broken Star" The comments below were responded to by the author.

Author Yidouchun: Do what you say.

no sooner said than done?What does it mean?He looked at the comment he had left under the text again, but he still didn't quite understand it.

Does Yidouchun want to write the plot of the little junior brother or does he not want to write?

But this is nothing, what is more fucked is the reply from other readers below that reply.

——Brother, the next plot will be left to you, if the younger brother still comes out to hook up with the protagonist, then you are not good enough

——Brother can do it alone, do you need brothers to help?

——Poke Ju Zhien, I will never forget it, my brother will go all the way

——Brother, I beg you to practice your work before doing it, and don't poke our Xiaochunzi's delicate chrysanthemum

——Brother, if you play more than two times, then it’s your problem

……

Liang Yi thought to himself, hey, I have a bad temper, can a man be questioned?Anyway, no one in this comment area knows him, and it’s not illegal to pretend to be aggressive. He directly replied to all the above readers below: It’s on me.

Lin Musheng naturally also saw Liang Yi's reply.

Lin Musheng:? ?

Lin Musheng:! ! !

Lin Musheng: Am I going to lose my fucking virginity? !

Lin Musheng: Lubricating oil condoms □□ buy it, buy it, buy it!

……

Because of the four-word reply and the readers below who don’t think it’s a big deal to watch the excitement, Yidouchun was once again hung up on the god-breaking machine, but this time the reply below was very harmonious. The second floor replied: Yidouchun is indeed a gay.Since then, this sentence has been copied for the next 300-plus floors, and no one has broken the formation. The scene is spectacular.

It took Lin Musheng more than an hour to calm down. He went to the bathroom to wash his face, and after returning, he sat in front of the computer and started updating "Song of Triumph and Return".

This afternoon, the police station received a report that a homicide occurred in the east of the city. Liang Yi led a group of colleagues to protect the scene and collect evidence. Pushing open the door, the warm lights in the living room reflected on him, Liang Yi felt for a moment like a wanderer who had been away for a long time and finally returned to his hometown.

Hearing the voice, Lin Musheng came out of the bedroom, and found that Liang Yi was still carrying a sandbag on his shoulders. He smiled and said, "I'm back, I'm going to cook."

Liang Yi was stunned for a moment, and looked at Lin Musheng. Under the light, Lin Musheng's facial features were much softer than in the daytime, and there was a slight joy in his brows and eyes. Liang Yi, a dead straight man, would not notice these details, but he would. Consciously softening her voice, she asked him, "Why haven't you eaten yet?"

Lin Musheng replied, "Waiting for you to come back."

Liang Yi was moved in his heart, since he started to be a single dog, he had heard this from his mother's mouth, but he was moved, and he couldn't let Lin Musheng wait for him all day long, so he said: "In the future, I will You don’t have to wait for me when you come back late, I’ll just cook some noodles myself.”

"It's okay, I'm not very hungry anyway." Lin Musheng said as he walked towards the kitchen.

Liang Yi carried his sandbag and followed behind him, then stopped at the door of the kitchen and did not go in. Looking at the back of Lin Musheng standing in front of the chopping board chopping meat, he emphasized again: "I mean it, sometimes a police call I won't be back until midnight, don't wait for me, it's time to eat."

"That's fine, I understand." Lin Musheng's voice was mixed with the sound of chopping meat.

Liang Yi was still worried, and babbled a few more words like an old woman, then sighed, and said, "Well, I'll call you in advance if I have something to do at night."

Lin Musheng had no objection, and was even a little happy. Liang Yi took the sandbag to his bedroom, washed his hands, and went into the kitchen to help.

Lin Musheng's voice of chopping meat was full of rhythm and very pleasant to hear. Liang Yi stood beside him, swallowed his saliva, and asked, "What are you doing tonight?"

"Stuffed eggplant with meat and garlic chrysanthemum," Lin Musheng replied.

"Then I'll wash the chrysanthemum chrysanthemum first." Liang Yi took the chrysanthemum chrysanthemum out of the plastic bag, found a small bench and sat down at the kitchen door, while picking off the rotten leaves from the chrysanthemum chrysanthemum and throwing them into the trash can , while chatting with Lin Musheng: "Let me tell you, I left a comment in the comment section of "Broken Star" today saying that if the author writes more basic plots, I will poke his ass. Guess what the author replied to me? "

Liang Yi, as the dignified captain of the city bureau, naturally couldn't talk about this with his colleagues. After all, the police captain reads stallion novels, and the impact of such things is not very good, and if he is not careful, he may be privately chatted on Weibo Wonderful Tucao Jun.

Liang Yi could only hold it in his heart year after year, and now he finally met a fellow lover, and his nature was released.

"..." Lin Musheng didn't really want to talk at this moment, he was afraid that he would not be able to control himself and pounce on Liang Yi's hungry wolf.

"He did what he said." Liang Yi shook the Chrysanthemum chrysanthemum in his hand, got up and walked to the vegetable sink, and then asked Lin Musheng, "What do you think he means?"

Lin Musheng: "..."

What else can it mean.

Although Lin Musheng didn't talk to him, Liang Yi's interest didn't diminish at all. He said with a smile, "Hey, this author is really funny, and he does what he says. I don't know him. Even if I do, I can't really poke him." He is a chrysanthemum!"

Lin Musheng gave a dry laugh, and silently took the piece of ginger that was placed in the corner, smashed it on the chopping board with a bang, and then chopped it violently.

As soon as Liang Yi turned his head, he saw the voice of Lin Mu who was about to add minced ginger to the minced meat. He exclaimed, "Oh, don't, don't, don't..." His voice became lower and lower, more and more desolate, and the facial features on his face were wrinkled into a lump , It's just sad to smell it, and tears to those who see it.

Lin Musheng paused, turned his head to look at Liang Yi suspiciously, then looked down at the ginger powder on the blade, and pretended to suddenly realize: "Ah, I'm sorry I took the wrong one." He pushed the ginger powder on the blade onto the chopping board. I put it in a small white bowl, and then I took two heads of garlic from the cabinet below.

"I'll peel it, I'll peel it." Liang Yi hurriedly took the garlic from Lin Musheng's hand, and by the way put the porcelain bowl with minced ginger on the chopping board in a corner where he couldn't easily get it.