After being dressed as cannon fodder, I just want a divorce

During a lunch break, the new article collection and the comments have exceeded four digits. Zhou Zhou was very pleased, and his slender fingers repeatedly jumped across the keyboard.

What original owner?Too alien, isn't that me.

The guilt of rubbing off on the original owner's enthusiasm collided with the beating income in the background, and finally turned into the manuscript of the next few chapters.

Every time Zhou Zhou enters the work mode, he will forget himself. With the sunset in the sky, only a corner of the house is finally illuminated by the light of the computer screen.

The novel website that Zhou Zhou chose is different from other websites. Except for ordinary subscriptions and rewards to participate in the rankings, in order to protect the interests of the authors to the greatest extent, comments in the comment area only have positive and negative segments.

The positive number section adopts the cumulative method. No matter how you comment on it, the points from 1 to 10 will be accumulated into the impression score of the work. On the contrary, the negative score will be deducted.

Each reader ID under a chapter can only post a rating once, and no ratings will be scored during the review.

Readers only have -1 to -5 scores to post negative comments, and posting negative comments requires deduction of book currency, which is obtained through recharge, and the recharge for posting negative scores will also be included in the author's income.

Improper person.

This was Zhou Zhou's first impression of this website, but in the end he chose to stay.

No way, they gave too much money.

Now it seems that this website is tailor-made for black and red writers like him.

Zhou Zhou, who had saved his novel manuscript all afternoon, moved his cervical spine and lumbar spine that were stiff due to sitting for a long time. He got away from the computer and threw himself on the bed, half-buried his face in the quilt, enjoying the softness brought by the bed.

The phone is full of message notifications, so he only has time to open it now to have a look, first open WeChat, the first one is Ye Misheng's reply.

-Ye Misheng: No, no, no.

-Ye Misheng: Come on, mobile phone or computer?

I sent a message to the other party at 11:30 last night, and I didn't reply until [-]:[-] in the evening.

Zhou Zhou squinted his eyes and looked like a resting cat. He didn't bother to type and reply, so he just sent a voice message.

The voice is lazy but crisp.

-Zhou Zhou: [Go to the mobile phone, you should be able to see me on the WeChat account, I invite you. 】

Ye Mi, who was sitting on the sofa, slightly raised the corners of his mouth after the sound was played.

Zhou Zhou's sound effect was played on his mobile phone, and the account invited Ye Misheng to join the team.

The two worlds are similar, and Zhou Zhou often played this MOBA type game in his last life, so he got started very quickly.

At the beginning of the game, the atmosphere was not so strong. Zhou Zhou was paralyzed on the bed with his mobile phone in his hand, chatting with Ye Misheng in the game's built-in voice while manipulating the hero.

"Brother Zhou, I saw you posted a link to a novel on Weibo."

"Have you seen it, how do you feel?"

"I feel..." Ye Misheng coughed twice, "Your childhood seems to be different from mine~"

"Hey? I'm going to school with my little schoolbag on my shoulders?" Zhou Zhou answered, was sung to music, half of his face was buried in the quilt and he laughed.

Fu Hengzhi returned home wearing a brand-new black suit, took off his coat and put it on the back of the chair, stretched out his hand to loosen his tie, saw that the dishes were steaming on the table but no one was eating them, and took the food from Aunt Feng Dishes and chopsticks, eyes seem to glance upstairs.

"What about others?"

"Are you still working upstairs?" Aunt Feng was not sure, she rubbed her hands on the apron twice, and planned to go upstairs, "I'll call Xiaozhou."

"I'll go." Fu Hengzhi got up from the chair and walked to the second floor.

Arriving outside the bedroom, he heard a vague conversation coming from inside, and the hand that was about to knock on the door paused.

Quietly listening to the door, I could tell that one voice belonged to Zhou Zhou, and the other voice...

Fu Hengzhi pushed open the bedroom door without hesitation, strode in, and for some reason, his gaze first turned to the big bed.

Zhou Zhouzheng and Ye Misheng were chatting about those black fans in the novel comment area who would rather pay money to get negative points to scold the author. Just after laughing, they made the best use of everything and drained all their value, and were "broke in" by Fu Hengzhi. Startled.

Sitting up with a 'Ceng', he unhurriedly turned off the microphone on his side with his fingertips, his eyes flicked back and forth between the phone screen and Fu Heng.

"What's wrong, Mr. Fu?"

Fu Hengzhi saw that his mobile phone was placed horizontally, clasped his hands on both sides, squinted his eyes and asked softly, "Are you playing games?"

"Ang, I finished writing today's manuscript, relax." Zhou Zhou locked his eyes on the phone screen, seized the opportunity to start a group, and successfully harvested five heads on the opposite side.

Although the Mai was turned off, Ye Misheng on the opposite side of the phone heard Zhou Zhou's movement, and said in a bad way: "Strong, Brother Zhou."

The casual and charming voice came from the mobile phone, making Fu Hengzhi frown.

"Are you playing games with Ye Misheng?" Fu Hengzhi had mixed feelings and mixed emotions, "Why every time I open the door, I can always see that you are involved with the other party."

"Ah? Not at all." Zhou Zhou went to his bedside drawer, took out a Bluetooth headset and put it on the side, and he replied with a straight man's thinking: "Playing games."

Turning on the mic again, he said to Ye Misheng who continued to speak in a sexy and deep voice: "What the hell are you doing, talk well, don't choke your throat, you're choking?"

Hearing this, Fu Hengzhi's gloomy expression became slightly better.

"It's time to eat." Fu Hengzhi frowned, turned around and went downstairs.

"Okay, no problem." Zhou Zhou agreed quickly, bowed his head to play the game and went out, following closely behind Fu Heng.

Zhou Zhou started to get serious about the last wave of group decisions.

"Good guy, don't be so forward, you squishy, ​​stand up and hide behind the support."

"Tsk, I won't kill you if you die."

"Hey~ Pentakill is right."

"Ye Misheng, you entered the e-sports club based on your appearance, right?" The enemy's crystal exploded, and the victory special effect popped out. Zhou Zhou was full of smiles, and joked: "I won't play anymore, tonight ? Let’s talk about it tonight, I don’t want to take you with me anymore, dish.”

Fu Hengzhi was walking in front, hearing Zhou Zhou's laughter behind him, continued to get angry, and stopped abruptly.

Zhou Zhou didn't expect the sudden stop in front of him. As soon as he turned off the game and looked up, his face collided closely with Fu Hengzhi's back.

"Hiss..." Fu Hengzhi belonged to the type of clothes that made him look thinner, and his back was full of strong muscles. Zhou Zhou didn't stop, his nose hurt from the bump, he gasped for air, and tears rolled in his eyes.

Fu Hengzhi originally wanted to turn around and reprimand Zhou Zhou, but when he saw the other party covering his nose and looking at him with tears in his eyes, the anger that bulged into a ball suddenly seemed to be made a small hole in the tail with a needle Yes, it all disperses after a few whistlings.

"Are you all right?" Fu Hengzhi looked flustered, and leaned forward to push Zhou Zhou's hand away to check.

"It's a bit sore, stuffy." Zhou Zhou said truthfully, and stretched out the hand that was pushed away to pinch the bridge of the nose and the wings of the nose, and shook his head after confirming that there was nothing serious.

Seeing this, Fu Hengzhi heaved a sigh of relief, moved away and let Zhou Zhou walk in front of him, followed him and saw the other's hand covering his nose, and did not let go. He snorted coldly and said, "If you don't play games with Ye Misheng Not like that."

The bridge of his nose was sore, Zhou Zhou covered it and didn't want to talk, so he laughed dryly and ignored him.

Seeing that the other party ignored him, Fu Heng's face collapsed.

He had a stinky face during the meal, and looked at Zhou Zhou from time to time, as if the other party owed him two to five or eight thousand yuan.

Zhou Zhou's scalp was numb from his glances, he focused on the rice in the bowl and did not dare to lift his eyes. He paid attention to the other party from the corner of his eye, and didn't know that he had offended him.

"I'm going up, I haven't finished my work today." Fu Hengzhi put down this sentence, glanced at Zhou Zhou, and snorted again.

Hearing the sound of the door closing on the second floor, Zhou Zhou dared to raise his head. When Aunt Feng came to collect the dishes, he asked, "What's wrong with him?"

Who messed with him?

Before the two of them came down, Aunt Feng had been busy in the kitchen, and she didn't know what Fu Heng's anger was, so she boldly guessed, "Maybe it's because you're too tired from work?"

After that, he nodded, feeling more and more reasonable.

"Men, it is inevitable to be irritable when you are tired from working outside." He also softly persuaded Zhou Zhou, "Take care of Heng a little more."

"Hey, what do I think?" After all, Fu's is such a big company, and the president is not so easy to be, Zhou Zhou waved his hand, "Who is not a man, don't worry, I understand."

Seeing Zhou Zhou's generosity, Aunt Feng nodded her head in praise. The young couple must understand and respect each other so that they can last forever.

He was busy creating various opportunities for the two of them, "Auntie cut some fruit, can you serve it to Hengzhi?"

Zhou Zhou didn't think about it, and agreed, "Success."

[The author has something to say: Zhou Zhou: It is understandable to be tired from work.

Theory, the unknowledge of two mother-fetal solos, Zhou Zhou's self-awareness of straight men

I want to watch double updates, but I also want to watch QQ for the Winter Olympics.

Let me tangled up. 】