A CV that doesn't want to be the Goddess's wife is not a good author [网页]

Early the next morning, when Xia Changyou woke up, he saw the note that Bo Zhuo had left for him. It was written in strong handwriting and hastily written.

Breakfast is on the table, so I left first, Xia Xia, we will see you by fate.

At the bottom is the signature of the flamboyant and phoenix dancer. Xia Changyou looked at the handwriting beautifully, and then thought about the standing posture of the man, and couldn't help being a little envious. The memory of last night was very vague, and everyone seemed to be crazy. He didn't know how he came back.For the next half day, he was in a slump, only when Xiao Xiao revealed that he was the president of Qing Sheng Ming Yi, he exclaimed, he was so happy that he didn't know what to do.

"Are you scared?" Xiao Xiao raised her eyebrows. The happiest thing about her was the establishment of Qing Sheng Ming Yi. Although it was only two short years, she was still full of relief seeing the increasingly prosperous career of radio dramas.

"Xiao Xiaxia, do you want to go through the back door? I can let you join the club directly. The president always has a little bit of personal rights?"

"This... I don't want it anymore, I'm just a screenwriter."

"You can also be a screenwriter when you come in. I heard that Xia Xia likes Wang Shang very much, right? I read your Weibo all over last night."

Xia Changyou tilted his head, and the river on the other side reflected a figure, oh, he suddenly thought of the Great God, and he didn't know how the Great God was doing now, so he really wanted to hear his voice.

In the end, they bought some souvenirs, and when they returned to City X, it was just dark, and the first thing Xia Changyou did was to go to the group to report one by one.

The editor, Xiao Zhuzi, was about to go crazy, and urged him many times in a row.

Editor Bamboo Shadow: Are you back?Are you back?Come back and call me.

Yiqu Qingjiang: Lie on the ground, you are back, is it about to start?

Editor Zhuying: Not yet, I'm just afraid that you might get lost on the road, how about it, have you memorized the manuscript?

A piece of Qingjiang: Σ(°△°|||)︴I have to recite it, Mamma Mia.

Editor Zhu Ying: Then what if you are nervous and forget everything? This is the first formal interview. The website has specially hired a professional host and invited guests.

Yiqu Qingjiang: I don't know who the guests are.

Editor Bamboo Shadow: _(:з)∠)_I don’t even know, how would you know, the guest is still in a state of secrecy, don’t worry about it so much, just memorize your manuscript.

Yiqu Qingjiang: It's scary to be told by you, Mama, can I refuse?

Editor Bamboo Shadow: What do you think? o(￣ヘ￣o#)

Yiqu Qingjiang: I have never seen an editor like you, slip away, I want to find comfort.

Editor Zhu Ying: Give me fat, it won't take long. (#‵′)

Xia Changyou had already jumped to the funny league to have fun.

Yiqu Qingjiang: How is it swollen, do you miss me, do you have trouble sleeping and eating at night?

Shui Zhongyin: Who are you talking about?Is there such a person?

Bitch: Only my novels can keep me awake at night, Xiao Qingjiang, you are ranked second╭(╯^╰)╮

A song of Qingjiang: m(___)m

Bitch: No courtesy, my concubine is flat.

Yiqu Qingjiang: I love wool, a handsome little bitch who is only three seconds old.

The second uncle of the Wu family: yooooooo, Xiao Qingjiang has come back, congratulations.

A Song of Qingjiang: Sour _(:з)∠)_

The second uncle of the Wu family: No, I am sincere. Do you want to break open my heart and show it to you?

Shui Zhongyin: Papa Papa, I raise my paw in favor, the second master's heart must be dark.I have done a lot of dark things, oh hehe.

The second uncle of the Wu family: [shaking legs] I am a decent citizen, whoever is like you, let your son steal this cheat book and that martial arts all day long, if you have the ability to fight by yourself!

Shui Zhongyin: Hey hey, I still don't believe it, your son didn't meet by chance?If Goldfinger is too big, he will be punished, so don't save him if he is dead.

The second uncle of the Wu family: [shaking legs] My son was rushed to give it away by others, hehe, don’t come here if you are envious, you can’t be good friends if you have a different style of painting.

Shui Zhongyin: Who is your good friend, Qing Jiang and I are good friends?Qingjiang, right?

Yiqu Qingjiang: Huh?Yes, it is.

Bitch: Xiao Qingjiang must be nervous, don't be nervous, just be a normal chat, I like you.

Shui Zhongyin: Scratching your head, the one upstairs is the painting style, right? Did you take the wrong medicine today?

Bitch: I’m cute even after taking no matter how many medicines I’ve taken. Have you forgotten how the local tyrants confessed?

The second uncle of the Wu family: Report to the boss, I have not forgotten, do a good job of comforting, send to the battlefield, and so on.

Bitch: Dirtbird, let me go. 【Waves away】

The second uncle of the Wu family: fell to the ground

The young boy of the Meng nationality: ah, ah, brother Qingjiang is actually back~~~~~~~~~

A Song of Qingjiang: Look at your *wavy lines, it's not very serious! ! !

Cute boy: Isn't there a good thing today?Be happy.

A Song of Qingjiang:? ? ?Shrimp(⊙o⊙)

Adorable youth: You will know when the time comes, run happily to code words!

Adorable boy: Hey, by the way, is there anyone spelling?Seeking abuse and seeking abuse.

Bitch: Yarn abuser, you were at a speed of [-] at that time, and you would die in minutes. Be good, go play by yourself.

The young boy of the cute family: ~~o(>_<)o~~ You guys are so annoying, Ma Ma said I won't play with you. . .

Xia Changyou was reading the questionnaire, and he didn't have much to look at, so he can just talk about his experience, the key is that everyone has fun, the most important thing is to hold his chin, the key is to see the host, to drive atmosphere or something.

There was still half an hour left, and the editor Zhuzi had already sent the channel number. Xia Changyou clicked his own number into the channel, and suddenly noticed something, Ma Dan, he forgot to change his vest.

He only has this YY number. Hey, I don't know if anyone saw it just now, but it doesn't matter, there are only a few people who know him. Although he is more narcissistic, he doesn't think anyone will recognize him.

But Yiqu Qingjiang is different. As a pink writer on a novel website, it is normal to have such a vote of readers.After he changed his name and entered the channel, he was immediately pulled into the guest waiting area.

Receptionist Feng Qi: Welcome to Qingjiang University~(≧▽≦)/~ La la la, Da Da, our department = I have been waiting for you for a long time, I almost thought you would not come.

Yiqu Qingjiang: [Wipes sweat] Am I here?

Receptionist Feng Qi: Please wait a moment in the waiting area and adjust the equipment, we will start warming up immediately.

Yiqu Qingjiang: Ah, how do you tune this?

Xia Changyou was busy adjusting the mic, chatting with the receptionist, always asking who is the guest here today?

But Feng Qi just didn't tell him.

Receptionist Feng Qi: Actually, I don't know, the person in charge of the official website is in charge of contacting, and I'm only in charge of you.

Yiqu Qingjiang: You don't have to take responsibility for me, really.

Receptionist Feng Qi: Yes, yes.

Then he laughed, it was really enough to tease Da Da.

Yiqu Qingjiang: Well...Feng Qi, let's go to the event hall. I'll be on the mic at that time, and I'll be there at eight o'clock soon.

Receptionist Feng Qi: Okay, listen to Qing Jiang.

Xia Changyou secretly changed his name again, hiding in the crowd with only a single eyelid, listening to the girl who warmed up the scene slowly singing an ancient song, hey, he doesn't seem too nervous anymore.

At this time, someone poked his Q, and he clicked on it, and it was Wushen's classmate.

Depth of fog: ~(~o￣▽￣)～o. o～(＿△＿o～)~

A Song of Qingjiang: Xiaoshen is very happy?

Wushen: That's right, Qing Jiang is still free to chat with me?

Yiqu Qingjiang: Why is it swollen? It doesn't take much effort.

Wu Shen: Yes, is Da Da already here?Why didn't I see pinch?

Yiqu Qingjiang: o(*^＠^*)o Be good~ I will go up later, I still want to thank Xiao Shenshen, then work hard to win the vote.

Wu Shen: Hey, if Qingjiang’s writing is not good, the website will not engage in activities, it’s all just going with the flow, and besides, I didn’t do anything at all, so don’t mind.

A Song of Qingjiang: Weeping, moving! o(*≧▽≦*)m I would like to thank Xiao Shenshen today, he is really a role model among readers, by the way, how have readers reacted these days?

Wushen: Fuer, Da Da, you finally remembered to ask. I thought you forgot your parents.

Yiqu Qingjiang: (￣▽￣") Why not? No one will forget our cute little readers, how cute they are.

Wu Shen: That's good, don't worry, although you haven't updated for three days, the young readers still stick to the front line, and you must reward them when you go back.

Yiqu Qingjiang: Yes, I try my best to benefit the readers.

Wu Shen: Mmm, this is the author with a conscience, come on! (o^^)oo(^^o) It's the best.

A Song of Qingjiang: o(*////▽////*)q

Wu Shen: Then I won't bother Qingjiang Da, I'll be watching from below.

Yiqu Qingjiang: Waving my claws, I've already seen our army, it's awesome. ~(≧▽≦)/~

Wushen: As long as you like it a lot, I chose the name.

There is a long flowing Qingjiang River, and the geese returning from thousands of miles seem to be flying.A line of poem picked up at random, but it is not Lao Du's.

Xia Changyou looked at the neat "a long and clear river," and had to say that he was very moved.He never thought that his story would be liked by so many people, and not only he liked the story, but also those who liked him. This is the best response to the readers.

There were more and more people, and within a few seconds they started to get stuck. I don't know how many little white horses were squeezed out. Xia Changyou hadn't changed into the red wedding robe yet, so he was still not too stuck.It will naturally be put on when it is time to serve the wheat.

Xia Changyou liked the bright red color very much. It looked festive, just like wearing a Tang suit. He scrolled the mouse down there. It seems that there are many readers, and many of them are interested in Qingsheng. He couldn't help feeling a few words with the prefix of pen, ink and sensuality. It turns out that everyone is in the same circle, sweat (￣▽￣")

It was still 15 minutes away, and the last warm-up song had already been sung. I don't know if it was because of Mai's problem. The male host temporarily lost his voice. Xia Changyou listened intently. At this moment, a nice voice came out.

"Is there no one warming up? Then I should come."

He didn't say who he was, or if he was a guest, and then he started singing. When Xia Changyou heard it, why was it him? Isn't that someone?

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