custom rival

When they returned home, neither of them took the bus, but walked side by side on the sidewalk one behind the other. Jiang Yan didn't wear earphones this time, but Xi Zhikong didn't say a word uncharacteristically.

Walking to the street corner, Jiang Yan arrived home.

They stood at the narrow and dark staircase, Xi Zhikong said: "Well, just, keep today's matter a secret for me."

"What's the matter?" Jiang Yan sneered: "What did you say to me?"

Xi Zhikong scratched his hair, gritted his teeth, and said, "Anyway, just pretend you didn't see anything today, okay?"

"Okay," Jiang Yan crossed his arms and stood on the stairs looking down at him, "but you have to tell me what you have been doing these days, you don't do your homework, and you doze off in class."

Xi Zhikong looked around, took out a silver USB flash drive from his pocket, walked a few steps in front of Jiang Yan and coughed softly, "I'm writing novels for people, and I charge by the number of words."

Jiang Yan took the USB flash drive from him and asked him, "...what is this?"

Xi Zhikong immediately smiled meanly and leaned into his ear, whispering: "You will know when you go home and see."

After dinner, Jiang Yan went back to his room and finished his homework. When he was leaning on the bedside and memorizing his vocabulary, he remembered the USB flash drive that Xi Zhikong had handed to him at the stairs.

There is only one file in the U disk, and the file name is JY.

He opened it for a few glances, and almost swore to eat Xi Zhikong raw.

At the moment, Xi Zhikong is passionately creating on his old laptop, and the fan above his head is whirring.He sneezed violently, sniffed and started typing again.

Early the next morning, Jiang Yan was waiting for him at the alley again.Holding a USB flash drive in his hand, he wished he could crush it together with Xi Zhikong.He made up his mind, no matter what, he would beat Xi Zhikong up today, no one would persuade him.

After waiting for a few minutes, Xi Zhikong rubbed his eyes sleepily and walked out from the depths of the alley. The moment he saw Jiang Yan, he shivered and put on a hippie smile.

"Ah, good morning, Brother Yan!"

Jiang Yan looked down at the time, grabbed Xi Zhikong's collar and pushed him against the wall. He shook the USB flash drive in front of him and said through gritted teeth, "Explain, explain, what is this?"

"Well... don't be angry—"

Jiang Yan clenched his back teeth and whispered, "I'm not angry at all!"

Xi Zhikong curled his lips and poked his wrist, "Brother Yan, calm down..."

"Shut up! Don't call me brother!"

Jiang Yan grabbed his neck like this, but he didn't dare to use too much force. After waiting for a while, he just didn't speak.

"Xi Zhikong, are you dumb?" He took a deep breath to calm down, "Has it been too long since you were itchy?"

Xi Zhikong still did not speak.

"What's going on with this thing! Can you tell me!"

Jiang Yan became impatient, raised his hand and waved it down towards his face, and then stopped at the tip of his nose, causing a gust of wind to blow his bangs.

Xi Zhikong blinked reflexively, and said aggrievedly: "Didn't you tell me to shut up..."

"..."

Jiang Yan let go of him and ignored him, cursed an idiot in a low voice, turned around and left.

When passing by the baked sweet potato stall, Xi Zhikong took another ten yuan and bought two sweet potatoes and held them in his hands. They were hot and fragrant.

"It's so hot!" He opened his mouth and breathed heavily, sticking out his tongue and tears were scorching out.

Jiang Yan took out a small fan from his schoolbag and turned it on, almost stuffing it in his mouth, "Who stole it from you?"

"Who eats roasted sweet potatoes in summer!" Xi Zhikong said.

"You're right." Jiang Yan glanced at him, "I don't know which idiot eats roasted sweet potatoes in summer."

Xi Zhikong blew the sweet potato cold, took a bite, and said vaguely: "You really like sweet potatoes, otherwise why would I buy two?"

Jiang Yan stopped and said in silence for a while, "The day before yesterday you bought two fried buns for ten yuan, yesterday you bought two pancakes for ten yuan, and today you bought two sweet potatoes for ten yuan. What, you help the poor?"

"Don't be kidding, I don't have so much money to help the poor—you really don't want to eat it?" Xi Zhikong sent the sweet potato in front of Jiang Yan again.

After a few minutes.

Xi Zhikong threw the paper bag in his hand and said to Jiang Yan: "Is it delicious? His baked sweet potato, I have smelled it since I was still in the womb."

Jiang Yan took the last bite and wiped his hands, "Think about how to explain what you wrote."

Xi Zhikong curled his lips: "It's not what I want to write."

"Who put a knife on your neck?" Jiang Yan slapped him on the back of the head, "You have been writing these nonsense all day without sleep?"

"What's a mess?! I'm earning a decent living!" Xi Zhikong argued hard, in exchange for Jiang Yan's big eyes.

Later, Jiang Yan didn't talk to him all day, he used eighteen martial arts, ran errands and rubbed his shoulders, and even listened meticulously to math class.

Jiang Yan still ignored him.

After school, Jiang Yan finished cleaning, and as soon as he left the classroom door, Xi Zhikong pressed his shoulders and pushed him back, and then the man pressed him against the door panel with lightning speed.

"Jiang Yan!" Xi Zhikong gritted his teeth, "That fan you gave me this morning! Did Qin Lingshu give it to you!"

Jiang Yan frowned, and pushed away Xi Zhikong who was getting closer, "What?"

"dont you agree!"

"Are you sick again?" Jiang Yan took his hands off his shoulders, turned around and opened the door to leave the classroom.After walking a few steps, he found that there was no movement behind him. He turned his head and saw that Xi Zhikong was still standing there and staring at him, "Are you going? If not, I will go."

Xi Zhikong slammed the door shut, and the empty corridor immediately gave off a huge echo.

Jiang Yan's heart skipped a beat, and there was a barely detectable smile on the corner of his mouth.

Xi Zhikong didn't say a word along the way, Jiang Yan sometimes felt that he was the legendary scumbag, he felt noisy when people talked, and he felt uncomfortable if he didn't talk.

He slowed down and waited for Xi Zhikong to catch up, and the two walked side by side in the direction of the setting sun, the afterglow stretched the shadows behind them very long, it looked like they were cuddling together.

The intersection was just ahead, Xi Zhikong coughed twice and said, "Jiang Yan, give me that little fan that Qin Ling wrote to you..."

"Isn't it in your schoolbag?"

"I mean the kind that will give it to me and not return it to you."

Xi Zhikong touched the bulging part of the outermost layer of the schoolbag with his backhand, and said, "Anyway, you—"

There was no expression on Jiang Yan's face, and he didn't answer him immediately.

He continued to walk forward, and Xi Zhikong followed behind him and kept slandering this man for being stingy.

Jiang Yan lowered his head and kicked the stones under his feet, and stopped under the street lights that were about to light up at the intersection of the street.

"I can give it to you, then tell me what you have been doing these two days." He said.

Xi Zhikong weighed it carefully, and felt that the deal was not a loss. He rolled his eyes and hooked his fingers at Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan frowned and leaned in front of him.

"I recently wrote something to earn some living expenses, and it's not something that hurts the world. Don't worry, I haven't delivered your order yet." Xi Zhikong shrugged and spread his hands, looking very innocent.

Jiang Yan endured and endured, resisted not kicking people out, calmly restrained and said: "How much money can you make by writing this?"

Xi Zhikong made a rough calculation, "The starting price is [-] per thousand characters, and every additional special setting will add [-]."

"It's all this kind of content?" Jiang Yan recalled what he saw last night, and seeing that anger was about to surge in his heart again, "How much have you written recently? Stay up late to write?"

Xi Zhikong waved his hand and said: "Not all of them, but basically the same. I didn't write much, [-] words a day, depending on the requirements of the boss. If there are many special settings, it will only cost about [-] yuan a day."

Jiang Yan couldn't understand why he became the hero in Xi Zhikong's Huangwen, or the kind of person who was so angry that he was blowing pink bubbles.

He imagined himself panting and comforting himself with his pants pulled open, and he wanted to eat the empty table again.

"Xi Zhikong, how much will someone give you to write about me?" He took a deep breath, feeling that his back molars were about to be crushed and creaked.

"You...you are more expensive...I raised the price..."

"I'm more expensive?! Are you still raising the price??" Jiang Yan finally grabbed Xi Zhikong's collar and dragged him forward.

Xi Zhikong quickly explained: "Hey, don't get excited, I just wanted to say that the article I showed you is the last one, and I won't accept any orders from you in the future!"

"Is that the last one? There was another one before?" This time, instead of eating this person raw, Jiang Yan almost wanted to throw him into the oil pan and fry him again, "I believe you are a ghost!"

Carrying Xi Zhikong downstairs to his house, the sensor lights above their heads were shaken by the cool breeze.Jiang Yan pushed Xi Zhikong against the wall again, and said fiercely: "Delete the original for me, I will watch you delete it!"

Xi Zhikong's first reaction was no, this article was customized by the other party at a huge expense, how can it be deleted before the money is in hand? !He regretted more and more that he was so dazzled by money yesterday that he showed things to Jiang Yan. Not only did he offend people, but he didn't know how to end it now.

"Jiang Yan, Brother Yan, if you're good at it, don't know if you're good, I really won't write about you in the future!" He begged.

Jiang Yan obviously didn't want to listen to his nonsense, so he scratched his hair in agitation, and threw his schoolbag on the ground, looking really angry.

As long as he thinks of him panting in Xi Zhikong's pen, he wants to chop someone with a knife.

"Do you want to delete it?" He asked again.

"Brother, that's 400 characters! [-] characters and [-], plus—cough cough, with so many special settings, it's [-]..." Xi Zhikong wanted to buy it when he thought of the [-] yuan he was about to get. It's a waste of time, the flesh hurts too much.

But Jiang Yan felt that his heart was suffocating, so he grabbed Xi Zhikong's collar several times before he could speak, and swallowed the words back.

For the sake of 400 yuan, Xi Zhikong wrote Jiang Yan as a sullen academic bully who would become irritated when people looked at him twice while walking on the road, but he dared not find others to vent his anger and only dared to change tricks to be self-satisfied. Then—forget it, Jiang Yan felt like he was going to vomit.

He couldn't accept this kind of contrast, which was far from the truth.

He is also very curious about who has so many outrageous imaginations about him. Is this the impression he usually gives?And Xi Zhikong actually wrote it all down in a generous and vivid way.

"I really won't write in the future... Don't be angry..." Xi Zhikong felt that this person was really angry, and his writing was indeed a bit too much. For example, he wrote about Jiang Yan in front of the person he likes in the last part yesterday— —Of course, this person was fabricated by him, and he manipulated himself ecstatically and emotionally in front of that person.

Thinking back on it now, he himself felt that the roots of his ears were burning.

"That person offered four hundred, okay, I'll double it to you, now go home and destroy the original." Jiang Yan finally gave in, pulled Xi Zhikong's sleeve and dragged him upstairs.

Xi Zhikong staggered a few steps and almost lost his footing. When he opened the door, Jiang Yan stared at him like a torch and his back caught fire. His hand shook and the key almost fell to the ground.

When he opened the door, Jiang Yan threw his schoolbag on the bed with him, opened the stool and sat by the computer, called his mother and said that he would be home later, and then opened the old one that couldn't be older. fan.

The electric fan rattled in his ear, and he looked around the room, it seemed more dilapidated than when he came last week.

"What about your living allowance?"