I haven't been a scumbag for many years

On a certain high-traffic platform, in a boring anchor space with a faceless face directly displayed on a black screen, there are only a dozen or so people bubbling.

bubbling arrangement

bored~

bored +1

+2

……

The anchor chattered: ""xxxx" Chapter 10..."

The voice of a boy is tender and soft, like sweet maltose, not greasy but also fragrant.He has read the novel up to Chapter 10 today.

The copyright is his own, because no one cares about the work, so it's okay to use it for live broadcast.

Good night floated across the screen one by one.

Finally, there was no one in the studio, and the boy took a sip of water.Hmm...it's time to sleep.

He picked up his phone and planned to turn off the live broadcast.It's already twelve o'clock in the evening today, so that person shouldn't come to the live broadcast room to say good night, right?

are you busy today

As a result, when it was about to be turned off, a bullet screen slowly floated out on the screen: Has it been downloaded yet?So good night, sweet dreams.

Accompanied by greetings, is a thousand paper cranes.

One dollar is one thousand paper cranes, and this nicknamed "After Dusk" has been following him for a year.

It's the kind that pops up out of the blue.

The kind that just popped out of his latest update.

Moreover, he was the only anchor he followed.It made him feel inexplicably proud and happy.

The boy's one-night wait was not in vain, and he suddenly burst into a smile.The dimples are sweet.

He happily turned off his phone, then stepped on slippers, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and went to bed~

When he was lying on the bed, he closed his eyes for a while, but the corners of his mouth still couldn't help but twitch, and he reached out to turn on the horn-shaped night light on the wall, and turned to lie down, with his two tender white feet dangling.

Brush up Lujiang's own novel.

Yes, although he is a boy, he is gay.He also particularly likes the popular sand sculpture literature in Lujiang.

Every time I laughed so hard that my face turned sore.

My biggest dream is to write a million-dollar novel.

Even though he knew that he was a street rusher who pierced through the center of the earth, he never gave up.

Opening the mediocre page of Lujiang, seeing the double-digit collections, he couldn't help but re-swipe the page. emmm... Lujiang often twitches, maybe it's stuck.It's impossible to keep things motionless from morning to night.

However, it is true.

Song Jiu couldn't help but refresh the page twice, only to find that there were 79 favorites, which suddenly became 76 favorites.With a swipe, tears almost fell.ying ying ying ~~~

Song Jiu sniffed and pursed her lips.Is there such a rotten one?Are my writing and plot just that rubbish?

Not reconciled!

Hmph, it must be their lack of vision, not my fault.

After all, I'm someone with loyal fans.

One powder is worth ten blacks.

Song Jiu started to read the comments, of course, the comments of "After Dusk", because other people's comments are like this

"."

"claw."

"Scatter flowers."

"come on."

……

So Song Jiu skipped it after reading it.

But "After Dusk" is different.This is his comment

Landmine: The protagonist is cute and cute, the big guy is cute and cute, love you, refill.

Mine +20...

Grenade: I love Da Da’s day every day, and Da Da’s text is really good.

Grenade +20...

The number is very impressive.Song Jiu was taken aback by this.At the beginning there were mines, but behind them were grenades, rocket launchers, shallow water bombs, and deep water torpedoes.The five overlords take turns every day.

Song Jiu even transferred it back to him in the form of coins, for which he added half of it, and Lujiang made money at both ends.and message him

Underage children please do not make impulsive purchases, thank you for your love.

But on the second day, he was slaughtered by a hundred mines and a hundred grenades in the comment area.

Each one is: Da Da, I love you.

Song Jiu is 25, just bought a house, and opened a tea shop.I spend most of the year running outside, looking for good tea gardens.The professional waiters hired in the shop do business.

The annual cost of the store alone is 10,000+, but the turnover is basically one million.

So he graduated at 22, and he just bought a house until now.

Life is also quite comfortable.

There is more than enough food and clothing.

He reckoned that this "After Dusk" was someone he knew, and the information on the Internet is relatively transparent now, so he didn't know how the other party knew that he was writing a novel.

This is courtship.

He is not a fool.

Although he doesn't know whether the other party is beautiful or ugly, whether he recognizes him or not, but being silently watched and liked by others really makes him happy.

Song Jiu really wanted to contact him, but she was still a little timid in her heart.What if the reality meets and the other party is old and ugly?

Could it be that he has failed in his pursuit, and no one has praised his writing?

Yes, Song Jiu felt that she was vicious, just like the villains in the novel, vicious!

Oh~~~

He just doesn't want to lose this fanboy reader.

He has always wanted to be a great writer, since he was a child.I'm afraid I don't know how much motivation this "after dusk" has given him. Every time I'm lazy and don't want to write, or even want to give up because my collection is not improving, he appears.

Fancy rainbow farts below.

It made his self-confidence super inflated.

Then tap, tap, tap, tap the keyboard again, and write out a chapter.

Facing the fancy compliments and love messages of "After Dusk", he felt that on his ordinary page of code words, each word was shining like gold.

He is beautiful in his heart!How beautiful is it?

No. [-] in the gold list, no. [-] in points, no. [-] in favorites, no. [-] in overlord, no. .

hey hey~~

so happy.

After excessive swelling, he rolled twice on the bed happily.Then I put my heart on my mobile phone, and the comment page is full of "after dusk" messages

Bazooka: love love big, loiter big.

Bazooka: Super super super like you.

……

Unable to hold back, I kissed.His face flushed.

Shyly put the phone on the bedside table, turn off the lights, and go to sleep.I have to get up early to do yoga tomorrow!He is a beautiful little subject.In the wandering circle, he had to maintain his competitiveness.After all... they are all 25-year-old virgins.

Tears flowed, like lasagna, pitiful.

In my heart, I was looking forward to the meeting "after dusk" first.

I hope his "After Dusk" is a great hit, hehe, hehe~

The more I think about it, the more rippling it becomes.

Song Jiu closed her eyes and went to sleep with a smile. In her dream, there would be a big beauty attack, a collection explosion, a lot of fancy rainbow farts, and... everything!

In the same city across the network cable, one is east of the city and the other is west of the city.

Xie Dongli turned off the code word page of the computer, then turned on the phone, and checked whether Song Jiu had any updates today.Very good, more.

Xie Dongli clicked in to have a look.

He read it word by word, although he was very happy to read it, but it was purely because Song Jiu typed out these words, and they were strange things in his little head.

As far as this story goes...

Xie Dongli was really speechless.

He helped his forehead, then raised the corners of his mouth, happily throwing thunder at him.The fancy rainbow farts are made by hand, and the most important thing is that every sentence has two words - love you.

He logs into an author account on his computer, and a reader account on his mobile phone.

The author's account does not have as many logins as his reader's account.

Xie Dongli kissed Song Jiu's author page, took a bath and went to sleep, good night baby.