The villain is not crazy

Whether Tumi's eyesight is sharper, or Su Qingyi's thicker skin is a question.

Su Qingyi's face remained unchanged, without any trace of guilt on his face: "Yes."

Tumi paused for a moment, and took back his gaze that seemed to be real just now. At this moment, the elevator just stopped. He didn't know whether he wanted to let Su Qingyi go or he was too lazy to talk to him, so he walked forward silently. One step, out of the elevator.

Su Qingyi followed closely behind. When the elevator stopped, he scanned the LCD screen and wrote down the number 72.

Instead of the bustling shops, what comes into view is a relatively private personal space with sofas and dining tables. Except for the lack of matching doors, it looks like an ordinary residence.

Su Qingyi realized later: "This is your home?"

Tumi hummed, stepped on the carpet and curled up on the bag sofa, almost sinking into it, then slightly raised her head, signaling Su Qingyi to sit down.

It was the first time for Su Qingyi to enter this person's house, he was still a little restrained, he stood there and hesitated for a while, before sitting in a place not too close to Tumi.

After sitting down, he put the previous emotions aside, and slightly adjusted a more comfortable sitting position: "How did you think of bringing me to your house?"

Probably because he was too comfortable, his tone seemed a little lazy.

Tumi's gaze was very steady, and she slowly lifted it to Su Qingyi's face: "This is the most secretive place."

Su Qingyi thought for a while, and felt that after so many years, Tumi was still the one who did everything right. He sighed for a moment. Everything in the past kept surging up in such a short period of time and was crushed by reality. It's not a good idea to send down some stragglers.

He was a little discouraged, and he didn't have the heart to play the emotional card anymore, so he could only say: "I'm in a little trouble..."

"En." Tumi hummed lightly.

Looking at his indifferent face, Su Qingyi couldn't grasp what was going on in his heart at all, but this person had always been such a pee in the past years, so he settled down and didn't worry about Tumi any more. The attitude continued: "This matter is a bit special. I didn't take it seriously at first, until recently..."

He slowly put out all the recent events on the tray. He talked a little too much for a while, his mouth was dry, and his eyes could not help but pass over the coffee table and dining table.

Tumi stretched out her hand, pulled out the drawer under the coffee table, took out an unopened bottle of soda and threw it to Su Qingyi.

Su Qingyi took it, and found that it was the taste he had been drinking when he was playing two games, so he smacked his somewhat dry mouth: "You also drink this now?"

In fact, he didn't drink this kind of drink very much in the past few years, and he didn't want to expose his childish side too much when he was mixed into the adult world.

But at this moment, it was probably because Tumi was acting too docile, which revived his once oppressed wanton indulgence.

For a moment, he missed his past self, and also missed that smell.

So he put it in his hand and played with it for a moment, without refusing again, he opened the soda, letting the explosive gas fall silent on the tip of his tongue.

He breathed a sigh of relief: "Cool."

Tumi raised her head and glanced at him, the eyes that had always looked a little scrutinized and unfamiliar finally felt familiar back then.

Su Qingyi gradually relaxed in such a familiar atmosphere.

He adjusted his sitting posture again, looking more reckless, raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Tell me, what should I do now? Will buying that broken website solve all the problems?"

Tumi withdrew her gaze: "The problem is not the Literature City website at all..."

Su Qingyi earnestly waited for Tumi's next words, but saw that he suddenly fell silent, his eyes fell on the coffee table, as if he had fallen into some kind of deep thought.

Su Qingyi waited quietly for a while.

Then, he changed positions.

In the end, he was really itchy, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and was about to light it, when he heard Tumi: "I don't smoke second-hand smoke."

Su Qingyi was almost thrown out of the cigarette by the sudden sound, his hands trembled, he looked up at Tumi, saw that he was looking at him seriously, so he hesitated and said, "Have you figured out a problem?"

Tumi's eyes still fell on the cigarette in his hand.

Su Qingyi's fingers felt slightly hot from seeing it. He seemed to feel that the cigarette in his hand was a little hot, so he couldn't help but put it back in his arms. After finishing, he felt that he was too weak. He paused, raised his head and said, "Think about it for a long time, Just want to figure out that you can't smoke secondhand smoke?"

Seeing him put the cigarette back, Tumi glanced at the half-drunk can, and then slowly said: "Have you ever thought that maybe these things haven't changed since recently, maybe since you were born, or Even earlier, there have been changes, but you have only recently discovered these."

Su Qingyi followed his gaze and swept over the soda can in front of him. He wanted to drink it a little. He was holding it in his hand and was about to take a sip. Hearing what Tumi said, the desire/desire that had just arisen quickly cooled down, as if the whole person was being crushed. The cold water spat out, and with a shiver, he put the drink back in his hand.

He raised his head: "It has happened from the very beginning... What do you mean?"

Tumi's eyes flicked across Su Qingyi's face, and it seemed that there was a slight coolness in it, which made Su Qingyi, who was already a little cold all over, shiver again.

"You said that the articles on that website will be reflected on your body, so you stare at that website all the time and read countless novels every day, but the novels that appear on this kind of website are all being serialized. Before you find out, those novels are finished. novel... have you read it?"

Su Qingyi: "..."

He subconsciously swallowed.

I heard Tumi continue to use his trademark frigid voice and continued: "You said that your setting in the article is a villain..." He paused: "It's better to use this as a keyword to search for those who write The name of the villain, maybe there will be new gains."

Su Qingyi felt that the sofa he was sitting on just now was like being pricked by needles, which made him restless.

After dazed for a while, he quickly took out his mobile phone, trying to open the paper website, but was interrupted by Tumi.

Tumi took out the device and plugged in his mobile phone, and the projector that was originally placed next to the coffee table automatically projected his mobile phone page onto the white screen in front of them.

Tumi returned the phone to Su Qingyi, shrunk back again, and was about to be sunk by the cloth bag sofa. After a while, a muffled voice came: "Go on."

Su Qingyi: "..." His anxious mood just now seemed to be snatched away by someone, and he suddenly didn't know what he should do next.

It took a while to wake up, and searched for the word "villain" on the search page, and then heard Tumi pointing in his cool voice: "That...dressed as a villain woman, click to have a look."

Then he and Tumi curled up on the sofa and watched the novel with a projector all afternoon...

Su Qingyi: "..." This development is completely different from what he imagined!

Resentfully, he opened another bottle of soda, took a sip without taste, and then heard Tumi's indifferent comment: "The writing style of elementary school students is completely incomprehensible."

Su Qingyi sighed, and said: "You don't like it so much, why do you want to read it?"

Tumi's head poked out from the cloth bag sofa, and his eyes fell on him: "Next, there's another girl dressed as a villain's girlfriend."

Seeing that he didn't answer, Su Qingyi could only click on it. Just as he was about to ask again, he heard a soft sentence from him: "I once told you that the first thing to solve a problem is to get in touch with the cause of the problem."

He paused: "It's just like you contacted the authors before to induce them to change the article... It's not bad."

It was rare for Su Qingyi to hear a word of praise from this person, and he was very flattered. He was about to show an expression of surprise, and sighed that if he had been so kind back then, he would not have left a lot of mess and slipped away.

Then I heard Tumi: "Wait a minute."

Su Qingyi: "Huh?"

It was rare for Tumi to sit upright, and the whole cloth bag sofa collapsed limply following his movements. He straightened his waist and stared closely at the page of the work on the screen.

Su Qingyi also followed him, completely forgetting that the phone was in his hand.

He looked at the N times enlarged page on the clean white screen, and the latest comment read, "The big letters are very good, but I feel that the villain is not very villainous, but rather silly... and the heroine is really super cute, But would I say I'm cuter than the hero's friend named Tumi? It's a pity that he doesn't seem to call the heroine."

Su Qingyi: "..."

He silently moved his gaze to Tumi's face, and he had already planted a stick of incense in his heart for the author.

Tumi quietly read this sentence more than three times, but her voice still did not fluctuate: "Click to read."

Although he was already miserable, but sitting side by side with Tumi, a troubled brother, he suddenly felt that he would have no regrets in his life to see Tumi in such a rare state of embarrassment!

So, Su Qingyi, who didn't know whether to be happy or sad, just clicked on it.