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Qu Lebai tried his best to give Fu Qinfeng all of "a stroke of spring".

But when Fu Qinfeng really took over the management of Weibo and Q/Q, Qu Lebai felt lost again.

After Fu Qinfeng logged into the account, she turned her head and asked Qu Lebai: "Sister, can I change the password?"

She built the Great Wall in her eyes, excluding all things that are not me, like a hero walking into a pack of wolves with a spear in hand, very lonely.Qu Lebai didn't adapt very well, but she also knew that she had no position to say anything, so she could only nod silently.

Fu Qinfeng returned to the study with her mobile phone in hand, and gently closed the door, even avoiding the Haidilao mentioned earlier.

There was a "click" sound of closing the door, the movement was very light, but it still disturbed Qu Lebai's cautious glass heart.She couldn't help recalling the absurd things these days, and regretted it very rarely: Did I do something wrong?How to change it?

From being unable to write, to being stubborn, to being addicted to games, to seducing Fu Qinfeng, to handing over the pseudonym, every step was wrong, every step was self-sufficient, it can be said to be extremely vicious, and pushed myself to where I am now.There are too many crimes, but I don’t know where to sue. Even if I want to trace the source, I can only get a ball of tangled yarn, which keeps cutting and messing up.

Just forget it, the broken jar is broken.

But the little bit of secret arrogance in his heart did not disappear, Qu Lebai compromised while depressed, and at the same time forced back a few steps by reality, he still asked himself: In the beginning, where did I go wrong?

Is the inspiration gone, or the character?

She easily chose the latter, so she was even more powerless.

If you can change it if you realize it, then the words "character weakness" are too low.It is precisely because of knowingly committing crimes that everything seems more hopeless.

Qu Lebai thought: I need to be close to the sun to absorb the warmth.

People have the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Qu Lebai tends to the light, and unconsciously becomes a dodder crawling on the Internet, becoming a parasite of Roujiang.

Rou Jiang can drag three games at once, but I don't know if she can drag one person's life.

Rou Jiang also asked her: "It's time for you to go offline to work! Go quickly! If you don't go, I'll beat you to death!"

It’s not that this incident has never happened before. The barrage speculates “what kind of profession is Lele?”, but Qu Lebai himself has no fear, saying, “I will never give up until I reach my goal!”

Rou Jiang said helplessly: "Didn't you just win the first round in the last round?"

Qu Lebai chuckled: "My goal is to defeat you, so I can protect you later."

Now it's not just barrage, Roujiang himself can't help but laugh: "Dear, I'm also a professional player after all, the second in the national server, dear, if you want to beat me, do it in your next life!"

In her own field, Rou Jiang is so confident.Qu Lebai also laughed out loud at his wild words, and the atmosphere was full of joy.

Occasionally, I also write an excuse and go offline.

She dared to stay by Roujiang's side and live comfortably by relying on a copy of "Life", and Fu Qinfeng's continuous updates.

With "Fate Me", she dared to say that she has made great contributions and is of great significance to Rou Jiang; with stable quantity and quality updates, she can play the usual spring in front of Rou Jiang.

Playing "yourself" is not difficult, is it?

Simulate everything before, quit the game, quit the game, spend the night at night, complain before the deadline, and rejoice after publishing the article, and the image of a normal writer is ready to emerge.

But it's also really hard to be yourself.

As the time of playing games online became longer and longer, Rou Jiang seemed to think that the two had a good relationship, and gradually began to ask about the details of writing.It was a bit difficult for Qu Lebai to deal with it, but with the support of his previous experience, and Fu Qinfeng's self-propelled external appearance, there was no major problem, and he barely played the role of Yichun.

It is really painful to drill people, Qu Lebai couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

One day, Roujiang acted like a baby to Qu Lebai after it was broadcast, and asked her: "It's normal to play games, but why do you ignore people when you go to QQ?"

After Fu Qinfeng officially took over the communication method and asked if he could change the password, Qu Lebai voluntarily logged out of the account and never tried to log in again. Naturally, he didn't know what Roujiang sent, or Fu Qinfeng What did you reply.

Qu Lebai turned pale with shock, her tone remained the same, and said, "Oh, that's my work account, I don't log in often, maybe I haven't seen it. I'll give you a private account, you can find me there if you need anything."

Rou Jiang smiled softly and said, "Now, are you finally willing to let me walk into your reality?"

"Ok?"

"Sometimes I find it strange that you clearly told me your name is 'Lele' at the beginning, and you cover up the three-dimensional dimension so tightly, what identity do you use to contact me?" Rou Jiang said: "But I already have a photo, With private Q, you can slowly look forward to the future."

Qu Lebai listened to it, and always felt that there was something else in it.But she didn't dare to guess deeply, and she didn't want to guess deeply, so she could only give out her private QQ, and then quit the game as if fleeing.

In what capacity did I come into contact with Rou Jiang?It is not only a stroke of spring, but also a song and music.It's just that the proportion and composition are unclear, like a weathered rock, which has lost its hard and beautiful shell, revealing the gray and dilapidated inside.

It is also like a crater on the top of a dangerous mountain, like acne.

Qu Lebai passed the application, turned off the computer, and knocked on the door of the study.

Fu Qinfeng opened the door and asked her, "Sister, what do you want?"

Qu Lebai thought for a while, and then asked, "Did that Roujiang send you any messages?"

"Sent a few."

"What's the matter? Have you returned her?"

"Some replied, some didn't." Fu Qinfeng replied, "Is she your fan?"

"Eh?"

"I see you play games together every day, and I thought you met in the game. But she seems to be your fan?" Fu Qinfeng looked inquiringly, and said, "Sister, do you want me to reply to her, Or do you want me to delete her? Is she also part of the responsibility of 'One Brush Spring'?"

Qu Lebai couldn't help sighing again, children really have the natural ability to pierce hearts.Every question can poke itself into a sieve, making people helpless.

She thought for a while and said, "You...you can block her, no matter what she says, just don't reply."

She made up her mind to draw Rou Jiang to her side.Anyway, the other Q has already been given, hasn't it?

Fu Qinfeng hesitated for a moment, but said, "Sister, I don't think...she is your reader."

"Eh...Eh?" Qu Lebai felt that apart from his comprehension ability, he almost couldn't understand this sentence.

"I chatted with her once, although it didn't last long, but I always feel that she doesn't like to read your novels. If she approaches you as a fan, asks you for something, or asks for something, you should be careful. " Fu Qinfeng paused here, smiled, and added: "But it may just be that I don't like what I wrote. It's up to my sister to judge."

After Fu Qinfeng finished speaking, he opened the door of the study room, and went back to the computer desk to write quickly.

Qu Lebai stood at the door a little dazed.

Like a bolt from the blue.

Is Fu Qinfeng implying something?Or in other words, what can I read from it?What would you like to read?

Rou Jiang has been so kind to herself since the very beginning, she can't be pretending to like her—at least, her liking for "Life" can't be pretending.

Although I don't know how Fu Qinfeng came to this conclusion, but Fu Qinfeng's empathy ability has always been excellent. Since he can poke his own pain, can he... also read some of Rou Jiang's emotions?

Can I greedily assume: Rou Jiang sees the difference in writing?

Even if the details of getting along with other occasions are combined, is it possible?

Because of a tiny possibility, Qu Lebai's heart suddenly beat like a drum, as if fireworks exploded above his head.