Grandma, I want to talk to you about life

After gesturing an extremely pretentious thinker pose to himself in the mirror, Wang Xiaoming nodded in satisfaction, and then, Wang Xiaoming, a delicate and beautiful young man who did not match the characters in the girl comics, walked with wind all the way. He walked towards the scene of the author conference in an extremely pretentious manner.

The moment he stepped into the scene of the author's conference, Wang Xiaoming, a beautiful young man who had a completely new look compared with the previous image, immediately attracted the attention of many girls in the venue.

Wang Xiaoming benefited greatly from the gazes from the girls. With his extremely pretentious hands in his trouser pockets, he walked slowly from the center of the venue, but his eyes were looking for the figure that might be a storm in the crowd of readers on the other side.

However, in the vast crowd, how easy is it to find someone he has never met?

Wang Xiaoming withdrew his eyes in a little disappointment. Although many girls in the venue were quietly looking at him with their mobile phones at this time, Wang Xiaoming at this time did not seem to be as happy as he imagined.

Just when Wang Xiaoming fell into inexplicable loss, his mobile phone rang.

Before Wang Xiaoming set out to come to City B, he had exchanged mobile phone numbers with Jingyu on Penguin. When Wang Xiaoming heard the ringtone of the mobile phone, he was shocked immediately. He took out the mobile phone to have a look, and found that the display on the screen was—Desert You bastard, your whole body went limp all of a sudden... It wasn't a storm.

However, Wang Xiaoming also exchanged contact information with the Desert Seven Wolves, so it is not surprising that the Desert Seven Wolves know Wang Xiaoming's mobile phone number. After Wang Xiaoming accepted the reality, he answered the phone, but his voice was lazy.

"Hey, I'm too handsome to have any friends..."

"Xiaoshuai, we are in the east area of ​​the venue, where are you?"

The voice of the desert seven wolves passed through the noisy venue and reached Wang Xiaoming's ear through the phone.

The voice of the Desert Seven Wolves is full of vigor and force, and it sounds as domineering as his pseudonym. Wang Xiaoming is not a person who pays much attention to voice, but since he started to pay attention to the live game, he has gradually become more sensitive to the voices of the people around him. , Once he hears someone talking, he will unconsciously imitate the other person's appearance through the other person's voice.

The voice of the desert seven wolves is so domineering, and the appearance must be very upright and tough, such as flying eyebrows, tiger eyes, big arms and round waist... After Wang Xiaoming silently sketched the outline of the desert seven wolves in his mind, he slowly said: "Oh , I'm...in..." He looked up and glanced around, and found a sign [Eastern District] posted on the wall of the hall.

"I'm also in the East District..." Wang Xiaoming was distracted while talking. In fact, the voices of the Desert Seven Wolves and Hanyue Dao were both deep and magnetic, but in comparison, the voices of the Desert Seven Wolves were obviously more vicissitudes, and the voices of Hanyue Dao Although the voice is low, it doesn't have the strong feeling of the desert seven wolves, probably because Hanyue Dao is younger than the desert seven wolves.

The age of Hanyue Dao seems to be in his 20s, Wang Xiaoming silently sketched the appearance of Hanyue Dao in his mind... It should also have strong facial features similar to those of the Desert Seven Wolves, with sword eyebrows and tiger eyes, big arms and round waist, um, but the facial features should be better than the Desert Seven Wolves younger.

"Are you also in the East District? Let me look for it... There are too many people, what kind of clothes are you wearing today?"

"Black shirt, take a look in the venue, the most handsome person is me!"

"Hehe... wait, I seem to see you."

"Ah? Where are you? Why didn't I see you?"

Wang Xiaoming turned left and right with his mobile phone, but he didn't see the desert seven wolves with sword eyebrows and tiger eyes, big arms and round waists that fit his imagination.

"Is that you in the black shirt with the coquettish bag?"

"...Show your sister! You are so handsome!"

Wang Xiaoming snorted. At this moment, he saw a man in front of him with a mobile phone in one hand, waving at him... I guess this man was the Seven Wolves of the Desert.

Wang Xiaoming hung up the phone and walked towards that person.

It was a man about 30 years old, with very regular facial features, thick eyebrows and big eyes, wearing a less formal suit, a bit like the leader of a small company.

Generally speaking, although it is a little bit different from Wang Xiaoming's imagination, it is not far from it.

"Too handsome to have no friends?" The man raised his eyebrows and looked at Wang Xiaoming.

"Seven wolves of the desert?" Wang Xiaoming asked back as if answering a secret signal.

In this way, the sides of both sides are determined.

"You actually look like this... It's so far from what I imagined!" The desert seven wolves looked at Wang Xiaoming for a long time, and then said slowly, their faces full of disbelief.

"...This sentence is obviously right for me!" Wang Xiaoming retorted unwillingly, although he had expected that the desert seven wolves would use their appearance to tease, "You are obviously called the desert seven wolves, how long do you look? It's not domineering at all!"

"Whoever said that the pen name is domineering and the appearance must be domineering," the desert seven wolves shrugged, looked at Wang Xiaoming and said lightly, "You are so handsome that you have no friends, and you are not handsome at all."

"Where is he not handsome?! He is handsome all over, okay?" Wang Xiaoming snorted. When he entered the arena just now, many girls looked at him. How dare you say he is not handsome?

"Are you sure you understand the definition of handsome?" The Desert Seven Wolves laughed and asked back.

"...A lot of girls were looking at me just now!" Wang Xiaoming hummed.

"Tsk tsk, it's scary not to have self-knowledge. Their expressions are obviously looking at Xiao Shou." The Desert Seven Wolves patted Wang Xiaoming's shoulder with a smile, "You're not called handsome, but you are called Shou!"

I have to say, hearing the word shou from a person who looks upright and extremely upright... this feeling is still very unnatural.

Wang Xiaoming hesitated for a moment, and saw other people walking from behind the desert seven wolves.

One has a standard watermelon head, looks a bit like a college student, and the other is a little fatter, with fleshy faces.

"Xiaoshuai, why did you come here! We have been waiting for you for a long time!" The watermelon head said to Wang Xiaoming, he stared at Wang Xiaoming for a long time, with the same eyes that the desert seven wolves looked at Wang Xiaoming just now, and then laughed loudly , "Xiaoshuai, you look too much beyond our expectations!"

Wang Xiaoming felt very entangled in his heart, although he already knew that once other people saw his real appearance, they would definitely complain...but it would be too embarrassing for him to complain so openly in front of the client, right? !

No matter how aggrieved Wang Xiaoming's little expression was at this time, the Desert Seven Wolves laughed and introduced to both parties. He first pointed to Wang Xiaoming and said, "Too handsome to have no friends, haha, don't you need me to introduce you?"

Then he introduced two other people to Wang Xiaoming. He pointed to the watermelon head and said, "Master Diancang." Then he pointed to another fleshy face and said, "A domineering watermelon knife."

Wang Xiaoming was embarrassed again, he looked at Master Diancang's watermelon head, and asked suspiciously: "Why is Master Diancang with a watermelon head instead of the domineering Watermelon Knife? Is your character design reversed?"

Domineering Watermelon Knife snorted, and said in dissatisfaction: "Who said that my pen name is Domineering Watermelon Knife? I must be Watermelon Head? Your pen name is so handsome that you have no friends, but you don't look handsome at all!"

"Who says I'm not handsome! I'm obviously handsome!" Wang Xiaoming, who was trampled on his sore feet, became furious, and a faint blush appeared on his fair face.

Not far away, many girls noticed this, and laughed and pointed at Wang Xiaoming.

There are also bold girls who have already taken out their mobile phones and started taking pictures.

The Desert Seven Wolves shrugged, comforted Wang Xiaoming and said, "Well, you are very handsome, please introduce yourself, my real name is Mo Qilang, you can just call me Lao Mo."

Master Diancang also laughed and introduced himself: "My real name is Ye Diancang, and I am the Diancang of the Diancang sect, one of the seven sects in Gu Long's novels. My dad likes reading martial arts novels very much, so he took this one for me. name."

"Unexpectedly, his name is actually quite cultured," the domineering Watermelon Knife complained, and then introduced himself, "My name is Zhu Rong, the Zhu of Zhu Yuanzhang, the Rong of glory and wealth."

"It's too vulgar!" Master Diancang responded and complained.

"Bah, vulgarity is elegance. It's better than your name being so elegant that people who don't know it will think your name was chosen randomly." The domineering watermelon knife countered.

"That..." Wang Xiaoming looked away silently. After struggling unwillingly and unwillingly, he said his real name as if he were dying, "My name is... Wang Xiaoming. Wang is the king with three horizontal lines and one vertical line. Xiao Ming is the king in the textbook. The Xiao Ming who often appears."

After speaking, he silently looked up to see the reactions of the others.

Sure enough, after being stunned for a few seconds, the others burst out laughing.

The seven wolves of the desert... Mo Qilang patted Wang Xiaoming on the shoulder with a smile, and said, "Xiaoshuai, your name is amazing! Wang Xiaoming Wang Xiaoming! If someone calls your name on the street, will nine out of ten Turn back?"

Wang Xiaoming's weak heart was hit hard, and he cast a gloomy glance at Mo Qilang as if he could see through life and death.

"That's right! You're called this kind of name, and it's fortunate that you were not wronged in the hospital when you were a child!" Ye Diancang once again gave Wang Xiaoming a knowing blow.

"Xiao Ming, let me do the math, and the other half of your destiny must be called Xiao Hong!" After Zhu Rong finished speaking, he laughed out loud with an exaggerated expression.

……enough!

The name is a joke, people who haven't experienced it can't understand it!

Wang Xiaoming, who has been hit by countless arrows in his knees since he was a child, survived the ridicule and complaints again and again, and survived. Now he is very calm.After experiencing countless winds and rains, he became enlightened. At this moment, it was as if a beam of holy light hit him, causing Wang Xiaoming to emit a divine healing light.

With a benevolent and compassionate expression of "the world laughs at me as crazy, and I laugh at others who can't see through", Wang Xiaoming smiled and stroked the black-rimmed eye sockets, without saying anything.

After Mo Qilang and the others laughed enough, they talked about today's procedure with Wang Xiaoming.

After a while, the author's conference started, and several of them, as the pillars of Jidian Novel.com, were going to speak on stage. Before Wang Xiaoming came, he had practiced in front of the mirror several times, so he was not as nervous as before.

"Xiao Ming, do a good job! We will videotape and take pictures of the whole process for you!" Mo Qilang laughed and patted Wang Xiaoming's shoulder. His slap almost broke Wang Xiaoming's thin shoulder.

Wang Xiaoming flinched, but Mo Qilang held his shoulders instead. He curiously grasped Wang Xiaoming's shoulders with his own hands, and said, "Xiao Ming, you are too thin, do you remember to eat on time?"

"You're the one to suffer! I'm going to attack!" Hearing the word "shou", Wang Xiaoming reflexively opened his mouth to fight back as if he had been poked at a certain point.

"..." Mo Qilang was silent for a while, then sighed, and said deeply, "Stop looking at those weird things, look, you are much more stupid now than before."

"I'm not stupid! I'm smart!" After speaking, Wang Xiaoming was in a daze.

Why is this conversation so familiar?

He seemed to have had a similar conversation with Stormy Storm before...

Thinking of the three words Jingyu, Wang Xiaoming was in a daze again.

It wasn't until a staff member came to greet them and take their seats that Wang Xiaoming broke free from his trance and followed them.

The seats in the venue are similar to the stepped seats in the conference hall. Rows of red chairs are arranged from low to high. On the table are exquisite small signs with the author's name printed on them. Anyone who can sit on the chairs here must He is a god-level character in Jidian Novel.com and Dingding Novel.com, and other small authors and readers who are not invited can only watch outside, and wait until the meeting is over before going forward to ask for their favorite author. sign.

The meeting officially started. The hostess in a cheongsam and the host in a black suit stepped onto the stage.

Although the host's voice was nice, Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but lose his mind.

...Where is Stormy Storm now?Is he just outside the venue?Is he very close to him now?

Although they are considered close on the Internet, in reality, they are complete strangers to each other. Except for this author conference, Wang Xiaoming has almost never met anyone on the Internet. Base off.

Although he had heard Jing Yu's voice, knew that Jing Yu was studying in City B, and knew that Jing Yu had a lot of information published in Baidu Encyclopedia... But in reality, he didn't even know what Jing Yu looked like.

Stormy...

What kind of person is he?

Ever since Wang Xiaoming fell in love with the live horror game, every time he heard other people's voices, he would subconsciously outline that person's appearance in his mind, but he couldn't outline the other person's appearance except for Jingyu.

It seems that no matter how you outline it, it is wrong.

Wang Xiaoming was distracted for a long time, until Mo Qilang who was sitting next to him pushed his arm, and then he slowly came back to his senses.

"Now, let's invite one of the great writers of Jidian.com—too handsome to have any friends to speak on stage!" As soon as the host finished speaking, there was a burst of applause from the audience. Of course, there was also a lot of laughter, after all It's still full of laughter to pronounce the name "too handsome to have no friends" in reality.

Amidst applause and laughter, Wang Xiaoming pushed his black-rimmed glasses and walked onto the stage slowly.

Standing on the stage, he realized that there were so many people sitting in the audience, and with the addition of many people who crowded in at the end, the crowd was even more crowded. If he had mass phobia, he would probably get sick .

Wang Xiaoming was dizzy for a while, obviously not nervous, but suddenly became nervous again.

After seeing the appearance of the people on the stage, there was also a murmur of discussion in the audience.

There were several female writers of Ding Ding Novels sitting in the front row gathered around and said in a low voice: "I'm so handsome that no friend looks like this! I never thought of it!"

"It's too different from his novel..."

"That's right, it's completely different..."

However, they only whispered a word or two, and soon became quiet again.

However, their voices reached Wang Xiaoming's ears inadvertently.

Wang Xiaoming cleared his throat, facing the fixed mic, and began to recite his speech.

He felt a tightness in his throat due to nervousness.

But along the way, he felt good about himself... At least, he didn't forget his words, nor did his mind go blank because of a moment of nervousness. The audience in the audience looked very serious, as if they were listening carefully to his speech.

Wang Xiaoming finished his speech feeling good about himself all the way, and stepped off the stage.

Next, it was the turn of the next great god-level author to speak on stage.

It wasn't until after all the speeches were finished and the staff arranged for the authors to go to the reserved hotel for dinner, that Wang Xiaoming was puzzled by the suppressed smiles on the faces of Mo Qilang, Ye Diancang and Zhu Rong. blank expression.

"You guys, what's the matter?" Wang Xiaoming was at a loss, what's so funny?

It seems that an author stumbled when he was on stage, but he didn't fall on his back and fell all over the place?What's so funny?

"Hahahaha, just now!" Ye Diancang looked breathless with a smile on his face. He waved the mobile phone in his hand and called up the video of Wang Xiaoming's reaction on stage just now, "What were you doing just now? Occasion! It’s too provocative to say one word and one breath! We just can’t hold it!”

Wang Xiaoming went out of Shibatiao Street in a moment of embarrassment: "I'm not panting! It's obviously normal to talk!"

"Hahahaha, let him see his own performance." Zhu Rong also laughed at the side, and he glanced back, "Xiao Ming, you didn't see the expressions of the female writers behind, it was simply too complicated Already!"

Ye Diancang did not speak, and directly played the video for Wang Xiaoming to watch.

Wang Xiaoming lowered his head to look, and suddenly came out of Shibatiao Street again. The sound effect of Ye Diancang's mobile phone was very clear, and his voice was released clearly... Sure enough, his breathing sound was clear, as if As if in the ear, every time he finished a complete sentence, he would subconsciously pause and pant, listening to it, it was like panting after each sentence, which made people think endlessly.

Listening to this, Wang Xiaoming felt that he couldn't hold back anymore.

Fuck!What the hell are these? !When he usually talks, he is obviously normal, why is he panting like this when he is facing the microphone? !One sentence, one breath, this kind of God's setting, he doesn't want it! ! !

On the way to the hotel, Wang Xiaoming looked numb.

It took a long time before he recovered from the shock of "being panted and watched by a crowd of people at the venue", he took out his phone indifferently and began to browse Weibo as if he was dead.

Sure enough, many of the soft-girl writers he followed posted the latest Weibo...

There is this——

Whoa whoa whoa!Never imagined!He is so handsome that he has no friends, but the Dashen Daoist looks so attractive!The voice is panting!How obscene!My girl can hardly hold back listening to his speech!

[Attachment: Photos of Wang Xiaoming when he spoke on stage]

There is also this-

God!I thought that the cute desert seven wolves X is so handsome that he has no friends. Such an unpopular CP will be lonely to death!But today the official release of candy ah ah ah!Sajia is worth it in this life!I decided that no matter how cold this CP is, I will keep it cute!I want to support a CP circle by myself!

[Attachment: A photo of Mo Qilang holding Wang Xiaoming's shoulder]

It is worth mentioning that in this photo, Mo Qilang lowered his head, his expression seemed a bit gentle, while Wang Xiaoming raised his head, his expression seemed a bit shy... Except for factors such as shooting angle and shooting skills , the two people in the picture really seem to have such an ambiguous taste.

But... what is the truth?

Let us go back to N hours ago, when Wang Xiaoming was wandering in the sky, and the person in his mind was Jing Yu.

Thinking of what Wang Xiaoming was thinking at that time, he suddenly felt bad.

Fuck!At that time, he was obviously thinking about the storm!I was wondering why he, who was in a storm, would show that...that strange expression!

Looking at his own expression in the photo, Wang Xiaoming felt inexplicably that something straight seemed to be bent away.

...Damn it!It must be an illusion!Absolutely an illusion!

Wang Xiaoming refreshed Weibo in a panic, trying to forget the picture.

After refreshing the Weibo, a new Weibo appeared, which instantly made him forget about that photo.

Jingyu: We met up with everyone, Laohan got up too late in the morning, which made us late.

Behind the Weibo, there are several grandma masters in Jingyu, and the first one is Hanyue Dao.

Wang Xiaoming stared at the names of Jingyu and Hanyuedao for a long time, and his mood gradually became depressed.

He remembered that he went to find Jingyu yesterday, but it was Hanyue Dao who was on Jingyu's penguin.

Are Jingyu and Hanyuedao familiar enough to use mobile phones and penguins with each other?

Is this passage a bit familiar?Just like those jokes on the Internet, I went to the male god to confess, but the other party replied, I am his girlfriend...

Wang Xiaoming felt overwhelmed for no reason, and poked into the stormy Weibo.

Sure enough, under this latest Weibo, there is another group of cute and sweet girls, but before this Weibo, it was a Weibo that was posted yesterday——

Stormy Storm: Here we are, staying in a hotel with Lao Han

[Attachment: A photo of a hotel room]

As for yesterday's Weibo, the number of comments and likes below has already exceeded several thousand, which made Wang Xiaoming's heart suffocated.

He poked open the comments and took a look, sure enough, there were a lot of girls screaming so cute and sweet——

Han Jing taught the head of the Qingmu Hall: the official distribution of candy! ! !So sweet that I cried! ! !

Shock Party Celestial Peacekeeping Squad: Fuck, are you living together? !congratulations!Happy wedding!

Shock for a lifetime push_Never graduate: Shock is sugar!Sweet to sad!Awow, cohabitation should be sweet!

Shocked Faithful Dafa Facilitator Gets Eternal Life: They Live Together! ! !This happiness came too suddenly, and my mother asked me why I watched the screen with tears streaming down my face because I love Han Jing so much! ! !

Willing to cast a scabbard for Hanyue Knife: Old Han!This kind of sense of sight of an old couple!Oh my god, it's so sweet that my scalp explodes!

Han Jing taught the guardian animal: Lao Han! ! !Be gentle with Xiaoshou! ! !Remember to order a red egg afterward! ! !When is the wedding candy! ! !My big red envelope is already hungry and thirsty! ! !

The Shock Party has paid party dues: People who have been sweetened to death by the official candy ran to pay party dues crying! ! !Organization This is my one-year party fee, please be sure to accept it!I will never quit the party!

Shock is the truth: practice is the only criterion for testing truth!

……

The more Wang Xiaoming looked at it, the more frustrated he became. He stuffed his mobile phone into his trouser pocket sullenly, and looked out the window with a deep look.

... A couple of lovers walked by arm in arm on the street, almost blinding Wang Xiaoming's titanium alloy dog ​​eyes.

Fuck!This is the street!How did you kiss me!Angrily shoot on Weibo!It simply ruins the social atmosphere!

Fuck!Those two are junior high school students!Still wearing school uniform!How dare you hold hands so openly!Angrily shoot it on Weibo!Puppy love should not be!

Fuck!Those two are primary school students, right? !It looks so tender, and the hair has not even grown!It's still so sticky!Angrily shoot on Weibo!The flowers of the motherland are so depraved!

and many more……

Fuck!Are those two men? !Is it a man? !It's a man!Two men are actually holding hands sweetly on the street!Fuck! Fuck!simply……

Wang Xiaoming found that he couldn't think of any words to complain about.

Ruin the social atmosphere?But he didn't do anything offensive, he just held a little hand. Although the acceptance of homosexuals in this society is not very high, he is not one of those people who can't accept it.

... Forget it, it's very difficult and courageous for two men to be together and hold hands in the street, and there's no need to complain about others.

Thinking like this, Wang Xiaoming not only didn't complain about the couples, but even sneaked a second look.

"What are you looking at?" At this moment, Mo Qilang patted Wang Xiaoming's shoulder suddenly, and curiously looked in the direction that Wang Xiaoming had been staring at.

At this time, the car was almost driving to the place where the couple could not be seen. Wang Xiaoming pointed to the two men and said, "Look...you are gay!" So disrespectful to that couple.

"Where?" Mo Qilang looked around, just in time to see the last look of the two men disappearing in front of the car window, after watching, he turned around and said, "They are just normal friends, it's not what you said."

"No way! Didn't you see people holding hands? How can normal friends be like that!" Wang Xiaoming hummed unconvinced.

"Holding hands is also a very normal thing. It's so rare." Mo Qilang shrugged, "I see what you are, and it depends on what other people are."

With the length of Wang Xiaoming's reflex arc, he unexpectedly quickly realized that Mo Qilang was saying that he was gay.

"...You are the gay!" Wang Xiaoming quickly shot back.

"Hehe, it's rare to react so quickly," Mo Qilang said meaningfully, "Even though he reacts so slowly to other things, he reacts so quickly to this kind of thing..."

"What do you mean?" Wang Xiaoming raised his eyebrows, he felt as if he had understood Mo Qilang's meaning?

"Literally." Mo Qilang said meaningfully.

"..." Wang Xiaoming chewed Mo Qilang's words carefully, feeling as if he had been slandered again.

"We're at the hotel, get off."

Just as Wang Xiaoming was brewing his skills and preparing to fight back, Mo Qilang canceled his preparation with one sentence.

As soon as Wang Xiaoming heard the word hotel, his stomach immediately started to growl. He glanced at the big hotel outside, and immediately rolled out of the car numbly.

After a meal, Wang Xiaoming ate heartily, and when he was lying on the chair while touching his round belly, he took out his mobile phone and checked Weibo again, and then saw a turbulent storm The latest Weibo posted minutes ago.

Jingyu: I had lunch, it was very rich, I took pictures and posted on Weibo [attachment: many, many dishes]

A pair of hands were photographed in Jingyu's camera, because Wang Xiaoming had seen Jingyu's hands before, so he knew that those hands must not be Jingyu's... Just kidding, if Jingyu can take pictures of his own hands, could he be Hold the phone in your mouth and press the shutter with your tongue?

So these hands are not stormy.

Those hands are white and tender, with slender fingers, which seem to be a little fleshy, but not strong, and there is a string of Buddhist beads bracelets on their wrists.

Wang Xiaoming poked open the comments, and soon knew who the owner of these hands was from a large wave of comments from girls with sharp eyes and great powers.

Because everyone in the comments is cold moon knife.

Hanyue Dao's underpants: The male god's hands are so white and tender!Lick lick!

Fat times of Hanyue Dao: When my mother came in, she asked me why I knelt on the keyboard and licked the screen!

Nene of Hanyue Dao: The screen is suddenly dirty and I want to lick it clean!

Hanyue Dao's long johns: Angrily lick the hand of the male god!I asked fifty cents for the photo of the male god who was shocked by the storm!

Black silk of Hanyue Dao: Beg the God of Storm God's teammates to betray the male god!Let us see the true face of the male god!

Wang Xiaoming climbed into Hanyuedao's Weibo along with Hanyuedao, and saw that Hanyuedao had posted several Weibo posts, one of which he stretched out his hand and made a V sign, and that hand was wearing a string of Buddhist beads bracelet .

Wang Xiaoming felt a little confused again in an instant.

Because there was still an autograph session for readers in the afternoon, even though Wang Xiaoming was flustered, he was dragged back to the venue by Mo Qilang and the others.

All the authors set up a table in one corner, and Wang Xiaoming sat in a corner of the East District. A nameplate was placed on the table in front of him. He was so handsome that he had no friends. Comparing these five flamboyant big characters with Wang Xiaoming's delicate and handsome face, it was so inconsistent. pole.

When the reader entered the stage, Wang Xiaoming suddenly saw a large wave of dense black dots rushing towards him, and the barrage automatically flashed through his mind——

A large wave of zombies is approaching!

Most of Wang Xiaoming's readers are men, but because of Wang Xiaoming's face, he actually attracted many girls. Because books were being sold on the other side of the venue, many girls temporarily bought a book by Wang Xiaoming and brought it back to the audience. Signed by Wang Xiaoming.

With a smile on his face, Wang Xiaoming signed autographs for several men, and finally saw several cute-looking soft girls lined up.

Wang Xiaoming's heart has been stuffed for a long time, and finally he is cute by the cute smiling faces of the soft girls...

"Great God! Can you write a sentence for me, does Zhong Ma love BOSS?" A girl in a pink skirt "pikapika~" blinked and looked at Wang Xiaoming eagerly.

Wang Xiaoming's face was covered with blood in an instant, and he subconsciously took a pen to write on it...

After finishing writing, he came to realize that Zhong Ma is the hero in "The Three Thousand Harems of Extremely Handsome Guys", isn't he?The boss in it is also a man... If Zhong Ma loves the boss... Isn't that just... disturbing the base? !

"Great God! I want it too!"

"I want to say that the bell horse is the BOSS's crotch plaything!"

"Then I want the boss to tell Zhong Ma that you are such an annoying little fairy!"

"I want Zhong Ma to say that the three thousand harem is not as good as you and only love you in this life!"

……

Things seem to be developing in some weird direction!

Just when Wang Xiaoming was almost suffocating signing autographs for this group of crazy girls, a man finally appeared!

"Just sign it."

Wang Xiaoming finally caught his breath, raised his head and looked at the man who saved him from the fire and water!

When he saw the man for the first time, a row of bullet screens flashed through his mind——

Fucking boy is so handsome!

Fuck!This is too high!

This height!What did you grow up eating?

Are all kids this tall now?How can he feel so embarrassed for an old man who is only 1.7 meters tall? !

It's so tall, it must be 1.8 meters five, right? !It's so high!When standing in front of him, the sunlight was completely blocked out!

Fuck, he looks so handsome, he is almost ready to be beaten up in a sack when he walks on the street!Young man, you have lived safely and safely for so many years, it is not easy for you to grow up so much!

Damn, he's so handsome...

Immediately, Wang Xiaoming felt that the five characters on the nameplate on his desk were so handsome that he had no friends, and the five characters were instantly paled in comparison!

This is the real handsome guy who has no friends!

Afterwards, Wang Xiaoming's long reflection arc, which was as long as the horizon, finally circled the earth slowly, and then circled back again——

Wait... there seems to be something wrong? !

What the fuck? !

How does this person's voice sound like...

Kind of familiar.

Fuck!Not a little familiar!It's so familiar!

Isn't this the sound of a storm? ! !