After being killed by the author who wrote fanfiction [Korean Entertainment]

Author of "After being killed by an author who wrote fanfiction [Korean entertainment]": each tens of millions of billions

Copywriter:

Death is the festival, the end, the inevitability, the irreversible, the zero button that turns blank when you press it.People sing about it, fear it, and yearn for it.

Jian Wuyu ushered in his own death at the age of 28.

the first time.

the second time.

the third time……

She closed her eyes and opened them again, closed them and opened them again, and finally got angry.

Who can afford such a holiday? !

After death she becomes someone else, anyone but her, basically the same sex.

This time she dressed as an illegitimate meal.

In detail, she is an illegitimate fan who broke into the idol's house and wanted to prove her love with death.

Terrible.

The blood book hasn't been collected yet, and Aidou is back.

Jian Wuyu: That's outrageous.

Jian Wuyu×Bian Boxian

Immortal Forever

"After being killed by the author who wrote fanfiction" is a series of novels.

Demining:

1. No system, no face slap, no cheats, the heroine is an abnormal ordinary person who is very troubled because she can't die.

2. Clean parties and double-primary parties should enter with caution.

【Semi-overhead】

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Content tags: Transformation of the soul, strong women in the entertainment industry, modern fiction

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One-sentence introduction: Be silly, I have unlimited resurrection coins

Conception: Face up to the preciousness and non-renewability of life

dead again?

Jian Wuyu really didn't know that he would die like this.

I thought about dying on the job and being exhausted, and I thought about being pissed off by the author who dragged the manuscript, and then I thought that she would die sooner or later, no matter how she died.

But Jian Wuyu hadn't thought that he would die because of his kindness.

She watched the moment when the knife was pierced into her abdomen, and felt that what her colleague said was true. Eating salty radishes and not worrying about them would drag herself to death sooner or later.

His mother told you to meddle in your own business, Jian Wuyu, you've finally killed yourself this time.

Jian Wuyu fell down the stairs, spinning around, feeling pain everywhere, the sharp edges of the stairs poked her soft body rhythmically, blood dripped, and rolled into a muddy lump on the rough cement surface. color.

In the end, she turned her face upwards and stared at the tall murderer in a daze. It was a girl in a high school uniform with a knife in her hand, and there was still ignorance and indifference on her immature eyebrows and eyes.

The surveillance camera in the other corner of the stairwell flashed red, silently taking in everything.

Oh shit.

Is this little girl stupid?

Jian Wuyu was losing blood and strength. She was already a little unconscious. The only thing she knew clearly was that she was bound to die. The knife pierced her abdomen, and the stomach acid would soon flow out from the stomach and corrode her internal organs. Although she would not die immediately , but now she is in so much pain that she doesn't even have the strength to move a finger, let alone ask for help, so it's only a matter of time before she dies.

She was the last one to leave. It was extremely normal for editors to stay up late and work overtime. The security guards would not often come up to check, and the fire door leading to the safety exit of the stairwell was only opened by Jane Wuyu every day.

The murderer will definitely be brought to justice. The case is simple and does not require much reasoning. In order to save her brother's dowry, her parents will not give her a too decent funeral, but none of this is important to her.

By then, she was already dead.

Jian Wuyu felt that his body was gradually getting lighter, as if his soul was floating six centimeters above the ground, and the last scene of his life flashed before his eyes like a horse watching flowers.

before death?

This word is accurate.

The period before his death was actually nothing special, the only difference is that today's Jian Wuyu quarreled with an author who was rejected after finishing the manuscript review angrily.

It's not special either.

Because at the same time, many of her colleagues were fighting.

"Can you become famous by writing these? If you really want to be popular, you might as well go to the post bar and write a CP article to get the popularity of the traffic. It's already 0202. Do you think readers will still follow your style?"

"Readers come to read novels to dream and not to recognize reality. It's no wonder that some people are willing to talk to you when you talk about it. If you want to teach, why do you need a teacher?"

"Sister, don't complain to me about good books that are written with heart and no one reads them. The readers are young and have no level and they all like Xiaobaisha's routine writing. What websites don't praise good writing in the eyes of money. If you can't do it, you can't do it. Use the market as a shield Interesting? Do you have the ability to write me a routine? Do you think..."

The keyboard was crackled, and finally the mouse was smashed, but these angry sounds were only drowned out in the even more noisy office.

Noisy is the norm here.

Some editors with dark circles under their eyes or disheveled hair or soaking their feet under their desks picked up the phone with a battle-like heroism, and when they spoke, they spoke softly or sadly.

"Baby, do you want to go to this author conference? Oh, it's a little troublesome, but..."

"Honey, look at your publication..."

"No magic reform, no magic reform, let's discuss it with others and see, what a great opportunity, isn't it, yes, yes, I know how you feel..."

"You still haven't written it yet? Ancestor—you told me last month that you were close, and you still can't figure out an outline this month? You don't even have a rough outline? Sister, you want me to die for you."

There are half-eaten buckets of instant noodles on the narrow workstation, the orange plastic fork is tilted slowly, and the tin foil lid is attached to the cooled water droplets, one by one slipping into the noodle soup, rippling light brown ripples.

"Tsk tsk, why are you so angry? It's that one again?" The current editor at the next station took instant noodles and glanced at the silent woman biting her fingernails, shaking her head, "Don't worry about it, some You come to write articles when you are not clear-headed, don't you just get angry with them?"

"Don't bother with them. It's useless to fight with them. I can guarantee that an article like hers won't be finished. It will definitely be tricked, and run away when it's done."

"Anything that really loves writing is nice to say," the editor of Xianyan sat down, muttering in his mouth while hastily scanning the copywriting of the signed article, no, "If you really like it, if you reject it once, go to the forum Do you want to die or live? If you have time to apply for a signature without revising your manuscript, oh, you little brats who just cry and don’t do it.”

"Wuyu, change your meddling mind, how tired you are."

Jian Wuyu, whose stage name is Wuyou, is the editor of the Green Network Express Group. This job not only hurts the eyes, neck, waist, but also the fucking brain.

Recently, a small writer who wrote an EXO derivative article came to her to apply for a visa. Originally, the refusal was just a matter of sending an email, but Jian Wuyu started to lose her mind in the past two months. Unsigned authors are brought in for free.

She euphemistically mentioned that derivative works are not easy to sign, and there are many restrictions on all aspects involved.

Besides, 0202, compared to writing about EXO, writing about BTS or Korean entertainment can attract much more traffic, and it is easier to sign.

As a result, the young author who was rejected went to the forum to hang her, and cried and wrote a [-]-word essay, saying how wronged she was, that the current editors are mercenary and only accept those routine essays, and that the current market is not interested in real love. Literary people are too unfriendly.

When Jian Wuyu saw his name on the hot post, he was confused: EXOME? ? ?

In fact, there are many people complaining on the forum every day, and Jian Wuyu has no time to answer them one by one. It is normal to spend millions of words in the early stage of writing online articles. I will write the derivative book seriously, practice more, and then try to be original.

During those days, the little author called her sister one by one, but it was sweet and soft.

But it's useless for her to give her all her heart and soul, she turned around and ran to the forum to post her name and QQ to connotate her.

Netizens, EXO fans and those little transparent people who had been rejected before gathered together and commented on her.

Fortunately, Jian Wuyu was lenient and didn't care too much.

Who would have thought that this little author would actually find the headquarters? Jian Wuyu was blocked in the stairwell. After knowing her identity, she didn't think about how the little author got in. How did she know that she would take the stairs instead of the office on the tenth floor? Get off the elevator.

In the Internet age, everyone is naked/running.

Jian Wuyu frowned, exhaled deeply, and said, "Sister, it's not that I look down on EXO, and it's not that the market doesn't leave a way for those who write derivative works. Look at what you wrote, and I'm right to sign you." Other people's injustice OK?"

The girl said, "You don't understand my love for Baekhyun at all."

Jian Wuyu just wanted to go home from get off work: "OKOK, I don't understand, then what do you want to do, I will leave my words here, whether you find a company or send me blades, whatever you want, I will not sign you of."

She earnestly said: "Go home early, sister, it's really late."

The girl didn't speak.

Jian Wuyu sighed, and walked around her sideways.

If all of the above were within Jian Wuyu's expectations, then this girl in high school uniform gave her the last surprise in her life - the girl took out a sharp knife from her bag and stabbed her .

Straightforward, without hesitation.

Jian Wuyu died, and the death process was a bit long, but fortunately she passed out, otherwise she would clearly feel the loss of blood drop by drop, the acid in her stomach burning her body, time passing silently, slowly and irreversibly.

The security guard dozed off, and the monitor screens that were lit in front of him were large and small, and the corner one showed that a woman was dying in the dark stairwell.

Silence, serenity.

alive again.

South Korea's capital city.

Byun Baekhyun returned home today after taking vocal lessons outside