You can't afford to hurt a man wearing an anti-theft badge

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There are more chapter comments on "Urban Cultivation" written seriously than before Chen Ke had a seizure! ! !

Hua Nao couldn't believe his eyes. He rubbed his eyes and looked carefully. Gradually, his expression became strange.

how so?There are [-] comments, but all of them are comments on the latest anti-theft chapter?

Did the latest anti-theft chapter contain some earth-shattering content?Why did the comments explode all of a sudden?

If the comments are so easy to explode, then Chen Ke will directly update the anti-theft chapter, don't change the text, maybe it will be more popular.

Starting from the thinking of an editor, Hualao first thought of the excavation potential of the story of the anti-theft chapter, but as he read the comments one by one, he found that it was not the case at all!

Hidden sentient beings score 2:

The anti-theft stamp is sprinkled with flowers.The male god on Saturday is awesome~(≧▽≦)/~

Ask for a red envelope.

Yu Xia scored 2:

Little Keke's grilled fish looks very good, Keke

Thank you boss for the red envelope!

Meow meow score 2:

I heard from the group next door that if you come here to comment on the anti-theft stamp and then take a screenshot, you can get a red envelope...Is it true?Where can I get it?

……

When Hua Lao saw the news, he was a little angry at first. Chen Ke didn't write the text well, and he hasn't replaced the anti-theft badge until now. He is still here to deal with these moths. What the hell do you want?

But after thinking about it, Chen Ke, who has always been low-key, has become enlightened and started to communicate with readers actively. Does this mean that Chen Ke still has a self-motivated desire for success and fame?

Hualao, as a former publishing editor, has come into contact with many capable people who are willing to sit on the bench, but unfortunately, none of them are popular, and there are also some eager for quick success. Printed on the cover, these people will naturally not be popular. Only those very few authors with both strength and business acumen can hope to become the sales champion.

After thinking about it for a while, I felt that Chen Ke's enlightenment was actually a good thing.

Chatter: Boss, it’s not easy for you to blow up so many comments, but can you replace the anti-theft badge first? [star eyes]

On Chen Ke's side, he didn't notice the chatter at all.

He worked until midnight before he opened Saturday's news, and a photo came into view, which made him clenched the mouse involuntarily.

The blue veins on one side of the forehead burst out, and the originally pale face was dyed thin red because of anger. The anger in his heart that had nowhere to vent was like a bull that went crazy when it saw red. Chen Ke had to use all his strength to barely manage It pulls so that it does not come out to harm the fragile computer and keyboard on the table.

Ke: ...

Ke: Didn’t I say, don’t look for that me?

Why didn't he listen on Saturday, did he think that he was living in the sun, so others must be as normal as him?

Chen Ke even thought maliciously, it would be good to let him suffer a bit, so as to save him from being disobedient.

But Chen Ke still sent the picture of the bomb to a friend. That friend is abroad and is responsible for the props of the Hollywood crew. He has very strong theoretical and practical skills, and has a deep understanding of weapons, clothing, and decorations. Huge research.

The other party quickly replied, asking Chen Ke if he was researching the props mentioned in the novel.

Chen Ke said no, he was "really" preparing to defuse the bomb.

The other party directly sent a voice invitation, Chen Ke accepted, and heard a middle-aged man's voice with a city x accent: "Ke, are you crazy? Don't say that you have no hands to restrain yourself!" Authors of powerful novels, those of us who make props, dare not dismantle bombs, otherwise everyone would be able to go to the bomb disposal unit. Think about the cannon fodder that was blown up in "The Hurt Locker". It’s not complete, they are still wearing protective clothing.”

Chen Ke took a deep breath: "I see."

Chen Ke has a little impression of this bomb, because he created it in his nightmare.

But dreams are inherently erratic. Everyone can build a bomb in a dream, or even build an aircraft carrier. After waking up, who can explain its structure clearly?

Chen Ke rested his elbows on the table and pressed his forehead with both hands.

Now, after finally calling on readers and completing the task of 500 comments, he has to face a cruel fact, that is, he cannot escape from the clutches of "Little Chen Ke" by going back and forth on Saturday, and a new day begins , they must face this bomb.

Chen Ke, who has always felt that he has a good understanding with Saturday, is a little skeptical about it now.

On Saturday, he was very surprised, because he found that in the small dark room in the storage room, he spent Saturday without going back and starting over.

The first reaction on Saturday was that Chen Ke's guess was also wrong, and the number of comments is not the fundamental reason that determines whether a day can pass.

When he opened the penguin group and clicked into the group of Lanke people's global fan support club, the suspicion in his heart turned into dumbfounding.

For him, Chen Ke went to the reader group to ask for comments.

On Saturday, I was a little moved and envious. There are so many people who love and admire Chen Ke, and some people changed the nickname of Penguin to the name of the protagonist in Chen Ke's works. They would howl and ask where Da Da went. If Chen Ke disappeared, many people would definitely find out.

But Saturday has disappeared from the real world. If Chen Ke hadn't taken him in, he wouldn't know which corner he would be in right now.

It was already past twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, but the atmosphere in the fan group was still active.

[Administrator] Suifeng: 552 screenshots of valid comments have been received, and the red envelopes will be distributed later, so don't worry.

Slightly slightly: The other party makes love to you and throws a teddy

Umbrella Sauce: The other party showed love to you and threw a teddy

Rabbit blood: The other party showed love to you and threw a teddy

Feng Zixuan I love you: The other party showed love to you and threw a teddy

[Administrator] Suifeng: The kennel has been cleaned up, let the dog over~

[Administrator] Wufeng: Brother Suifeng is awesome o(≧v≦)o~

[Administrator] Suifeng: It's my sister [smile]

During the private chat, Chen Ke's black profile picture jumped up.

Cut over immediately Saturday.

Ke: ...

Ke: Didn’t I say, don’t look for that me?

His tone made him look angry...

Skyscraper: Sorry, but the dishes you cook are really delicious [Halo]

There was no reply from Chen Ke for a long time, and he waited silently on Saturday. He didn't drink water all night, and his mouth felt extremely dry.

"Little Chen Ke" who promised to bring him water did not move at all outside.

fraud.

On Saturday, I can now clearly distinguish the "Little Chen Ke" in the anti-theft chapter from the real-world Chen Ke. These two people are completely different. What kind of projection of the real world, Chen Ke is not as good as "Little Chen Ke" abnormal.

Saturday stood up, stretched his legs and feet a little, walked to the door, and knocked on the door.

"What's the matter?" "Little Chen Ke" asked close to the door.

"I'm very thirsty and want to drink water," Saturday said.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll put medicine in the water?" "Little Chen Ke" had obvious sarcasm in his voice.

"...Then I can't die of thirst." Saturday gritted his teeth.

"Okay, you wait, I'll pour it." "Little Chen Ke" walked away.

Saturday stood sideways by the door, intending to rush out as soon as the door opened.

Unexpectedly, "Little Chen Ke" came over and "clicked" to open a small door the size of a notebook on the wall next to it. It was so tight that it was not found on Saturday.

The small door is opened from top to bottom. After it bounces open, it is like a small table on an airplane or a high-speed rail. Fern, hot and fragrant.

A bit of an annoyance on Saturday: "I don't like sweets."

"I like it." "Little Chen Ke" smiled, "Sweets can help people think more efficiently."

Stared at the water for a long time on Saturday.

A white and slender hand stretched out from the outside, with very beautiful fingers, as if he was born to play the piano—but he used it to write small pornographic essays, because he complained on Saturday—“Little Chen Ke” picked up the water and drank it He took a bite, and then took off the chocolate muffin and bit into a small piece.Put the two things back in place at the end.

"Eat, I don't want to starve you to death."

Saturday's wrinkled nose, passive food...  

"When we eat grilled fish together, the senior doesn't look like this." "Little Chen Ke" can always penetrate Saturday's thoughts with one word.

Saturday glanced outside, picked up his water glass, turned to the other side, and slurped it down.

He picked up the chocolate muffin again and looked at it for a moment.It can be seen that "Xiao Chenke" is very serious in making it. One by one, the chocolate beans are embedded on the surface of the muffin, neither soft nor hard, and the taste is just right.

I gnawed and thought about it on Saturday.

"I'm very disappointed, I can't sneak out by opening the door." However, "Little Chen Ke" didn't let him have a meal in peace, and even made a mockery.

Don't bother with him on Saturday.

"But even if I open the door, the senior won't be able to escape." "Little Chen Ke" said proudly.

"Then you open the door and try." Sat urged.

"Senior really want me to come in?" The voice of "Little Chen Ke" suddenly became low and slow, with an ambiguous ending, and there was a hint of hoarseness between the words.

"Come in if you have the guts." Saturday's voice was clean and neat, without any hesitation.

"Okay." "Little Chen Ke" inserted the key into the keyhole, making a creaking sound of turning, staring at the crack of the door on Saturday, once "Little Chen Ke" came in, he would punch him in the face call over -

The door opened, and Saturday threw a punch, only to miss.

Almost at the same time, he felt a heavy blow to his abdomen and almost spit out what he had just eaten. As soon as he bent down, someone grabbed his shoulders, and a cold, slender and delicate hand rested on his wrist. With a sudden twist, Saturday felt a pain that was about to dislocate, his wrist was twisted and rattled, and his entire right arm was pressed stiffly behind his back as if it didn't belong to him.

The world was turned upside down for a while, and when I came back to my senses on Saturday, I was already on my face, and was pressed from behind on the concrete floor by a beautiful young man who was "powerless".

"I didn't want to have an after-dinner exercise so soon," the voice of "Xiao Chen Ke" came from the back of Saturday's head, with a sarcastic and complacent smile, "but the senior seems impatient."

The devil, definitely the devil!