Self-cultivation of entertainment bigwigs

Chapter 333 I Really Envy You

"Crack-"

The girl with double ponytails took a lot of photos in a row, and looked at each photo very well, and was immediately satisfied.

Hey, this person is good-looking, no matter how you take pictures, she really wants to drag him to take pictures all day if she doesn't see Zhao Qian in a hurry.

Zhao Qian saw the photo taken with double ponytails, and he could tell that this was a girl who often took selfies, and her skills were much better than those boys who took pictures of their girlfriends as crazy.

Then there is the signature.

"I wish Zhong Rui all the best in her studies and get out of the singles as soon as possible - a half-paper love letter 2017.05.12"

Asking Mingmei's name, at her request, Zhao Qian wrote this sentence in her notebook.

"The words are so beautiful!" The girl with ponytails named Zhong Rui widened her eyes with envy.

It's okay to be so good-looking, but the handwriting is so good-looking, it's obviously a foul.

Zhao Qian smiled modestly: "It's so-so, much worse than professional ones."

His ambition is not in calligraphy, as long as he can read the characters.If there is a chance in the future, I can learn calligraphy skills. After all, calligraphy is a great tool for pretending to be handsome in urban novels.

The girl with ponytails who got Zhao Qian's signature left happily.

On the way back, Zhao Qian was laughed at by Li Wanqing, who said that he would only use the scissors hand when taking pictures.

In fact, everyone knows that she is just upset that the girl recognized Zhao Qian but not her, and finally got so close to take a photo, how disgusting!
Zhao Qian scoffed at this, you are provoking the majority of scissorsmen!

If one day I don't need to use scissors to take pictures, it is estimated that [-] million girls in the country will be heartbroken because of this. How can I do such a cruel and inhuman thing because of my own selfishness?

Take a shower, put on clean clothes, blow dry your hair, and go to school.

Well, a new day begins with the old professor's "Intercultural Communication".

……

In the evening, after dinner, Zhao Qian was finally free.

The readership was very lively. Zhao Qian didn't have the time to look through the hundreds of pages of chat records. After flipping through them briefly, he also saw everyone's concern and support for him. He was very moved.

"Thank you for your support and trust. The matter has passed, and the rumormongers will be punished by law, so there is no need to dwell on the past."

Zhao Qian said this in every reader group.

Suddenly, a large number of diving parties exploded.

"Wow, look what I caught? A wild love letter, it looks delicious!"

"I want a love letter~give it to me~"

"Love letter, you finally showed up. I haven't seen you for several days. It feels like three autumns!"

"Did you update today? Don't rush to code? Are you still chatting and playing with your mobile phone here? Are you trying to piss me off?"

"..."

Zhao Qian looked at this group of funny people with a smile. The number of readers is increasing. He may not be able to communicate with everyone every day. There are more than a dozen readers, each of whom can freeze the computer with a single sentence, but he himself only has one.

resignedly.

But he still hopes that he can take more time to interact with fans and get closer to each other.Everyone should not be a purely author-reader relationship, nor a purely idol-fan relationship, but should be more like friends.

Maybe others wouldn't do this, but Zhao Qian's personal opinion is like this, right or wrong, anyway, he likes to do things according to his own ideas.

"Love letter, love letter, when will the live broadcast be again? I want to watch your live broadcast!"

"What's the matter with the live broadcast? If you don't have a good word, live broadcast with a ball! It's not doing your job properly!"

"Live streaming is better than novels! Love letters are better than novels!"

"Bah, you shameless sycophant! I'm begging for a live broadcast, I just beg my love letter husband to smile at me!"

"..."

Zhao Qian in front of the computer looked happy, it was great to be liked by so many people!

However, live broadcasting is impossible in a short time, and I am not a professional anchor, but it is still an important point of the novel.

So I asked readers who wanted to watch the live broadcast to support Li Wanqing more, and promised to notify everyone in advance of the next live broadcast, so that I could barely appease these dissatisfied readers.

In the author group, everyone is discussing the plot of the novel and preparing a new book.

Influenced by Zhao Qian, now everyone is used to preparing new books one or two months in advance, so that the popularity of new books can be transferred smoothly after the old books are finished.

"Good evening, gays!"

Zhao Qian greeted everyone friendly.

Xiao Lu Tanhua: "Wow, the love letter master came to humiliate Xiao Pujie again, Lan Shou!"

Call me the second stupid brother: "Surprised to find the God of Love Letters! Touch the tiger in the front row!"

The eagle touched the chick: "The king is forced to come out, everyone can withdraw."

Zhao Qian was speechless, Damn it, chicks are the real kings of pussy, okay? I feel uncomfortable if I don't pretend to be pussy for a day.

"Well, little Jiba, you can go. I'll give you a big red envelope after you leave."

Chick immediately returned a FU*KYOU expression.

At this time, the monk came out to complain: "Damn, I finally saved 2000 yuan of private money, but the boy told his mother that I slept on the sofa all night, and I was so mad."

Zhao Qian laughed like crazy when he saw it, because Mao felt that the monk was always living like a joke.

The last time I went out to play by myself, a woman took the initiative to add him, but it turned out to be a wine holder, but fortunately he ran fast; the last time I bought shoes, I bought a pair of tactical boots, but the opposite party sent five pairs of safety shoes, fake one pays five... …

Not only the monks, but everyone in the group has a story to tell. Some have gambling debts of hundreds of thousands, some are officials at home, some are grassroots judges, and some are executives of the country’s top [-] companies.

Only Zhao Qian himself is still an ungraduated student.

Zhao Qian can only sigh with emotion, really envious of their colorful lives, unlike himself, who only has the word "handsome" throughout his life.

But there is no way, this is a matter destined by God, no matter how reluctant I am, I can't change the fact.

After laughing, he turned around and gave the monk an idea, saying: "It's okay, it's okay, count the time, it's almost summer vacation, and you can enroll your son in a few more interest classes by then. Children, be naughty." , most likely because there is not enough homework.”

Others booed one after another:
"666, this method is not bad."

"The love letter boss is so cheap, but I just like you who are cheap, have personality and have money, huh~~"

"Fuck off!"

The monk himself said angrily: "Bad idea, that's my son, not your son, of course you don't feel bad!"

Zhao Qian said leisurely: "Think about your 2000 yuan and the sofa you slept on all night."

Monk: "..."

After a while, the monk said: "When you said that, I immediately figured it out. You are right. For the sake of the child's future, it is time to teach the kid a lesson!"

Zhao Qian nodded in satisfaction.

Look, I have made a major contribution to the happiness of other people's families. I am really kind!

　Thanks for the reward from the book friends of "The Patron Saint of Little Lolita", thank you for your support.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)