I have a poisonous snake

Chapter 202
A few days later, the author, who was besieged by everyone, left a suicide note and committed suicide.

When the suicide note was posted on xxx's Weibo, those people still didn't give up, mocking and suppressing desperately.

"Suicide? Why did you commit suicide without plagiarism?"

"Okay, go to hell! No one will be sad anyway."

"If you want to die, die quickly!"

It wasn't until the news of her death was put on the news that those chatterers finally stopped for a moment.

But only for a moment.

Subsequently, the overwhelming sound of celebration occupied Weibo, squeezing out the small group of mourning voices.

"Does xxx apologize with death?"

"Plagiarism dogs are a waste of air while alive, and die well."

"Really dead? Why do you write novels with such a fragile mind?"

A belated palette, made after her death.

The evidence that Tang Qi had plagiarized xxx was brought to light, and those loyal fans could no longer pretend to be blind even if they wanted to.

but--

"What's wrong with the plagiarism? Didn't it just copy you? My family's Tang bully plagiarizes their writing better than yours!"

"The writing is not good and you blame others for copying you?"

"Our Tang bully copied you to give you face! Didn't you just come here to catch the heat because you saw my house was on fire?"

No one thought they were the murderer, they tried their best to distort the facts, as if in this way, they could feel at ease.

Most people in the circle know that writer xxx committed suicide due to depression, and the cause was Tang Qi.

Hearing the news of xxx's suicide, Tang Huo was stunned for a moment, and then posted on Weibo indifferently:

Tang Jue v: Fairness rests in the hearts of the people, I have not plagiarized, no matter how much you slander me, I will not be afraid.

... xxx, this big trouble, finally died.

The winner, Tang Jue, sat at the computer desk, comforting the restless fans.

……

The next day, seeing those people in the group discussing, Ye Baimian knew about xxx's suicide.

She didn't know those two people, and she didn't know who was right, so she put the matter aside after a glance, and landed on the Penguin.

[Group chat] Chulijiu: I have a disciple~ the first disciple~
[Group Chat] Long Li: Congratulations, code well, there will be more and more in the future.

[Group Chat] Chulijiu: Disciple~ I'm so happy~
[Group Chat] Long Li: You're so stupid.

[Group chat] Chulijiu: Where am I stupid? ?
[Group Chat] Long Li: You are just stupid.

After chatting for a few words, she closed the group, climbed to the comment area to browse around, and saw all——

Yi Wanye: "Daddy, I want to send you the blade!"

Ben Gong worried: "Why did you let Xiaohong die? Send the blade! Does anyone want to form a group to send the blade?"

Mentally disabled little yellow block: "Send homework!"

Chu Bugui: "Send teacher! The kind with a Mediterranean bald beer belly."

Ye Baimian slid the mouse, slightly curling the corners of her lips.

Reply……

Long Li: Come on!I have nothing to fear.

After replying to each comment and chapter review, she closed the webpage and closed the laptop, rubbed her neck, and turned her head to look out the window.

She has been here for two months.

The reason for writing novels is probably because Mu Mengmeng's wish is to become a great god in the online literary world.

The April 1th editor gave a few recommendations, although they are not big recommendations, but with the increase of time and word count, the collection has reached more than [-].

There are more cute little readers, vote and comment tomorrow, and occasionally a few generously donate money to reward books.

Of course, the biggest benefactors are her father and Mu Yan.

After those two people tipped a few times, because she was worried that the tip was done maliciously, she checked the other party's ID out of curiosity.

After discovering that he was reading, she pretended not to know and continued to write whatever she should.

　good evening!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)