The villain is not crazy

Su Qingyi has been living a good life recently. Under his strict control, the young author's articles have started to be published again.

In order to let more people see, he directly voted for her in the deep water to be listed on the Overlord List.

According to the young author's plot, several projects he invested in recently will explode.

Su Qingyi lit a cigarette again, while reaching out to swipe the screen.

I saw a lot of comments on the author's work page.

"This villain is too much..."

Someone made such an exclamation.

Do you want it?

Su Qingyi lightly took a puff of cigarette.

Just to be like this.

have opinions?

Have an opinion and stay aside.

"Is there really a male and female protagonist in this article? The whole article is about how the villain is so awesome. It's all chapter N. What kind of tricks will the male protagonist have to open in order to kill this villain..."

Ha ha.

impossible.

The villain will never be defeated.

That's right...the male lead.

Su Qingyi shook his hand, almost forgot about this thing.

Will there really be a male protagonist in this world?

He realized one thing belatedly.

Is he transmigrating into other people's books, or is he himself reflecting the contents of the book?

"Ding dong."

A message came from the phone.

Su Qingyi opened it and saw that his projects really exploded.

But his mood was not happy at all, even a little complicated.

He felt that things were not that simple.

PM3:15

He sat across from an authoritative psychiatrist.

The two faced each other in silence for a long time.

half an hour.

Su Qingyi asked: "Am I sick?"

The psychiatrist's surname is Cao, and here he is simply referred to as Dr. Cao.

Dr. Cao said slowly: "The clients who come here for consultation are more or less sick. If they are not sick, they will not come."

This is nonsense.

Su Qingyi changed the sentence pattern: "I think I might be special."

Dr. Cao: "Everyone is special."

Su Qingyi was silent.

The two faced each other again, silent for a long time.

then……

Su Qingyi got up and said, "Thank you Doctor Cao, I'm much better."

Whoa, another liar.

Doctor Cao showed a relieved smile and nodded slightly at him: "You're welcome."

Su Qingyi also showed a gentle and decent smile, scolded a fool in his heart, then turned around, and left without looking back.

PM7:15

Su Qingyi sat on the sofa.

Began to meditate.

After a while, he changed his posture and continued to meditate.

After a while...

He got up, staggered, his feet were numb.

Su Qingyi: "..."

He picked up his phone and frowned at the black screen.

"If..." he said to himself: "If it's really only me who is special... Then, how big is this scope and where is its limitation? What causes it...um..."

"Um……"

He continued to murmur.

"..."

His expression gradually changed.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

He roared, covered his head, and squatted down: "How can this make sense..."

PM9:30

Su Qingyi collapsed on the sofa, his face was empty, and he looked at the ceiling above his head with nothingness in his eyes.

"What if someone writes that I have done stupid things again?" Wu Wu's eyes suddenly became solid.

Su Qingyi immediately got up, picked up the mobile phone and frantically scanned the Cane-making Literature City.

After half an hour...

He collapsed on the sofa again with a blank face.

"What should I do?"

He issued a torture from the soul.

After the torture, his body honestly answered his question.

He sighed: "I'd better eat first, let's think after eating..."

Facing the food in front of him, Su Qingyi couldn't help thinking again: "What I have now is really owned by me, not written by others? My food is really food, not written by others? "

"I'm hungry, really I'm hungry... Didn't someone else write it?"

Su Qingyi stared blankly at the food in front of him.

"So... should I eat it or not?"

Su Qingyi stretched out his hand, and then he finished eating without saying a word.

After eating, he was silent for a while.

Then he started frantically knocking on the little author's buttons.

The little author was still typing, and quickly replied: "What's the matter, boss?"

"I want you to write in the next chapter that the villain suddenly got a very strange disease, his eyes can change color..." Su Qingyi's typing expression gradually became serious: "It will turn red at night."

Even if it really changed, he can solve it with colored contact lenses.

The little author's answer is very concise: "what?"

Su Qingyi: "Publish it immediately."

Then, he sent a few more [-] red envelopes: "This is very important to me."

Little author: "..."

The little author sent a broken expression.

The little author has received your red envelope.

Young author: "Okay, no problem."

Two hours later, Su Qingyi refreshed to the latest chapter. Then, he faced the mirror with a serious face and blinked.

Under the [-]-watt powerful spotlight, his brown pupils gradually turned red...

"It's over."

He reached out and covered his eyes.

"It's really over now..."