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Qu Lebai is still cowardly, and only intends to escape when this kind of thing happens.

Fu Qinfeng felt that this was not good, and wanted to have a chat with her, but Qu Lebai went back to the room as if he didn't want to eat food, and locked the door behind him.

Fu Qinfeng looked in the direction of the door and sighed, thinking to let Qu Lebai calm down for a night, and talk to her tomorrow.

But when it came to the so-called "tomorrow", Qu Lebai left home early in the morning.

She went to the unit to sell vacation.

Her life is simple, one size fits all, with only two parts: online and offline.

Now that her online identity has completely collapsed, her first reaction is not how to remedy it, but to escape back to her offline nine-to-five life.Perhaps from the beginning to the end, her soul has no support.

She went too early, and the unit hadn't opened yet, so she could only sit in the beef noodle restaurant downstairs for a while.

The aunt at the beef noodle restaurant knew her and asked her, "Why didn't you come a few days ago?"

Qu Lebai said while drinking the soup, "It's a bit unexpected."

"Are you sick? That's not okay, you need to take good care of your body!" Auntie is pretty good.

Qu Lebai smiled and said, "Yes."

It's already devastated, how can I take care of it?It would be better to overturn the chessboard...but the sky will never turn upside down, and I can only shake myself with a concussion.

What will readers and netizens think of themselves?How does the boss think of himself?From now on, will a stroke of spring cease to exist?

Like a dying old man, she recalled every book she had written before like a revolving lantern. Even she felt amazed. How could she write such a protagonist at that time?Does it feel like this in retrospect?

Time passed quickly, after eating a bowl of beef noodles for an hour and a half, Qu Lebai slowly got up and went to work.It was already time to go to work, and most of the people were sitting in their seats, leisurely preparing to go to work.When Qu Lebai walked into the office, he heard colleagues chatting.

"...Hey, have you seen the ghostwriting thing? There is a novel writer who seems to be a master. He asked a gunman to write it for him, and his old employer exposed him. Now he is arguing."

As if he was talking about his own affairs, Qu Lebai involuntarily slowed down and stood not far away, listening to their chat.They were so engrossed in chatting that no one noticed that someone was standing at the door of the office.

"I know, I know! I heard that she plagiarized before! It seems that she copied a master, but the master was suppressed by the publishing house and deleted the palette."

"The publishing house worked for the tiger before, so I don't know what you think now?"

"I wrote so many articles before, and I don't know whether they were copied or stolen. Has she ever written articles by herself?"

"Hey, tell me, which one is worse, plagiarism or ghostwriting? I think it's ghostwriting. Plagiarism is written by oneself, and the original author has his own article, which can be signed. Ghostwriting is to directly take other people's things as his own. , It’s just stealing, maybe I can’t write anything at all.”

"Plagiarism can make a good copy, that's someone else's skill. Ghostwriting...it's just a name, I can do it too, hahahaha..."

A group of people chatted and laughed about this matter, just like commenting on any hot spot on the Internet, Yichun is too far away from them.It was also the first time that Qu Lebai knew that in the eyes of unrelated people, he was so unbearable, even inferior to plagiarists.

Or, because of this incident, will her previous talent be questioned?

Qu Lebai felt a little dizzy and almost couldn't stand up.

"Ah Lele, aren't you still asking for leave? Why are you here?" The colleague with the best relationship suddenly turned his head, with a surprised expression on his face, as if he hadn't expected that Qu Lebai would come back early.

Seeing her sitting in the crowd, Qu Lebai thought of the topic they were talking about just now, and felt awkward, so she could only calmly say: "I've finished my work, so I came back early to sell my vacation."

"Oh, have you read Yiyichun's book? But you don't seem to read novels very much, so I probably don't know." The colleague said.

Qu Lebai didn't say a word, sat down at his desk, and checked the work emails from this week.

"What are you talking about?" The leader's voice suddenly appeared behind him.

Qu Lebai hurriedly got up halfway—she had something to tell the leader.Unexpectedly, the leader glanced at her, pressed his hand to her, and said, "Lele is back? Then come to my office later, I have something to tell you."

The other colleagues laughed and said, "You sure don't know, the leader. The things on the Internet are related to writers."

"Is it a stroke of spring? I just came here when I heard you talking about it."

"Hey, how do you know?"

"My daughter likes it very much, and often asks me to buy it for her and send it to the United States. Yesterday, she called me for a long time about this matter."

Qu Lebai was also surprised. After being reminded by the leader, he realized that the leader indeed has a 20-year-old daughter who is currently on an exchange abroad.

Qu Lebai never thought that there would be readers so close in the third dimension, but he didn't know anything about it.

Almost broke out in a cold sweat.

The leader smiled and chatted with his colleagues, and finally waved to Qu Lebai and said, "Xiao Qu, come in."

Qu Lebai followed behind and entered the office.

The leader asked: "Is the matter resolved in advance?"

Qu Lebai nodded, hesitated for two seconds, and wanted to say: That's why I'm here today to sell the holidays.

Unexpectedly, the leader immediately asked: "Xiaoqu, do you know Yiyichun?"

The cold sweat just now really flowed down.

"Well, I asked for my daughter... She likes to read novels, and occasionally chats with me. Maybe I guessed wrong, so let's take it as a misunderstanding, haha..." The leader laughed.

Qu Lebai is like a frightened bird.

She always thought that she hid it well, but she never thought that someone had already guessed, and this person was still the leader!

What did the leader guess without his knowledge?What did you see again? !

The last piece of peaceful soil also became crumbling, as if the stars suspended in the sky lost their magnetism and smashed black potholes on the ground.

Qu Lebai didn't admit it or deny it, but changed what he wanted to say earlier, "I'm here to sell the holidays", and blurted out: "I want to resign..."

The leader was taken aback, narrowed his eyes and stared at Qu Lebai for a while, and then asked, "Why?"

"Because of some... personal reasons..." Qu Lebai said with difficulty.

The leader let out an "oh" and said, "Because of what I just said? Or is it because of your living conditions?"

Qu Lebai said nothing.

Is it because of what?There are both, but more, it should be unstable.

That side is falling apart, Qu Lebai originally wanted to use the stable and rigid real life to escape another layer of reality, but how could he think that this side is not safe?

As long as you stay here for a day, there is a possibility of being exposed.Coupled with the reactions of his colleagues... Qu Lebai felt that he absolutely could not stay any longer.

She seemed to be playing a game of parkour. Wherever she ran, the ground behind her would crack and fall into the magma.In order to survive, I can only move forward... There is no time to stay, think, cry, the only way to survive is to keep moving from one place to another...

The leader was silent for a while, finally sighed softly, and said, "I can't stop you from resigning. It's just that you really think it through?"

"There is more than one person in the world, Xiaoqu, sometimes you have to understand that the world doesn't revolve around you alone."

What does it mean?Tell Qu Lebai not to take himself too seriously?Being stripped of the waistcoat is not an important matter, so you won't resign?

Qu Lebai didn't know what the leader meant by such a lesson, but it wasn't the first time she resigned, and she was very familiar with it, and she even gained a meager sense of security through it.

...But, obviously there is no other place to stay.

"I want to resign." Qu Lebai repeated again.

The leader sighed and said: "The leave you asked for last time has not yet expired, and there are still 6 days of annual leave. In this way, don't rush to make a decision. I will give you a long vacation. You go home and think about it. All the personal affairs that have been dealt with are also dealt with, and I will give me an answer when the time comes. If you still want to resign, then I will agree. "

Qu Lebai stood blankly in the office, stunned for a while, finally nodded and said, "Okay."

The leader is so unwilling to let himself resign, maybe it is for the year-end assessment.

Qu Lebai left the unit with fluttering steps and returned home.

The corridor was quiet and lonely, and the door of the apartment was closed.Only then did Qu Lebai realize that he was out of his mind when he went out, and even forgot to bring the key.She stood a foot away from the door, with her hands raised in the air, and she didn't knock for a long time.

Fu Qinfeng should be at home... What are you doing at home, writing?

How should I face Qin Feng?How do you explain your "temporary" job loss?

When Fu Qinfeng communicated with the boss, how did he mention himself?

The nephew is still waiting for his life-saving money, what should he do when his parents call?

Do I really...do I still have the face to show up in front of everyone?

Life is a marathon, but no one told her that every run is short.

Qu Lebai stood for a while, then suddenly turned around and ran back.

——Run off the elevator, out of the community, into the vast night.

……

Jing Rourou was exhausted, and the originally negotiated investor suddenly changed, so she had to sacrifice her personal time and fly to other places to win back the heart of "the gold master father".

Because of this, there haven't been many live broadcasts this week, and the duration of the live broadcast is very short.Jing Rourou calculated the remaining days of this month, and felt that she could only eat three meals in front of the computer.

After finally persuading the benefactor’s father to go back to Shanghai, there was a thunderstorm and the plane was several hours late.She waited in the airport for several hours, live broadcasting the glory of the king on her mobile phone, and finally got on the plane until the power bank was almost exhausted.

I slept on the plane because I arrived too late and didn't even open the subway.Jing Rourou had no choice but to take a late-night taxi, which cost him tens of dollars more.

After dragging the suitcases back home exhaustedly, the moment he stepped out of the elevator, he was frightened, and pointed the tip of the umbrella to the corner of the wall—there was a black shadow curled up there.

Sombra is not big, not like a tramp with evil intentions.Jing Rourou approached the box, poked the black shadow with her umbrella, and then saw a woman raised her face.

The woman saw her and murmured, "Rou Jiang..."

Then he took it out of his pocket and took out a few books that were still wrapped in plastic.

"I sent you the autograph you asked for..."

The author has something to say: It can be proved immediately that "inspirational life" is true...!I really didn't choose tags blindly...!