I fall in love with a super AI

Chapter 28 Pleasant Conversation

Sure enough, Winnie is a beauty!
Not only does he have good-looking facial features, but there is a natural agility between his brows and eyes to set off his outstanding temperament. It is obvious that the scholarly world is very nurturing.Even when I walk, I feel like I'm walking with a fairy spirit.

"Hi, hello!" Short's little heart began to beat loudly. He stood up in a very gentlemanly manner, looked at Winnie politely, and kept a appropriately reserved smile. "Seeing is better than hearing a hundred times. Winnie really deserves her reputation..."

Presumably Winnie was used to compliments, she just kept smiling, stretched out her hand, and said, "Nice to meet you!"

"It's a pleasure to meet you!" Short shook the slender hand that Winnie handed over.

These are a pair of standard girls' hands, soft and boneless, smooth and slightly cool.Although it was only 2 seconds, shorter than a moment, this feeling was engraved into Short's memory like a sharp knife, and he wanted to record the feeling at this moment—there was huge energy in this hand, and its The master faces the aura accumulated by a large number of manuscripts every day, whether it is messy or acceptable or miraculous... click the mouse through it, or pass, or give up.And behind those words, there are many pairs of eager eyes and persistent expressions. With such a light click, it will either enter the next stage or be equivalent to a short sentence: cut it!
The hand itself is a miracle!Short wanted to praise loudly, but hesitated for a while, fearing that the flattery would scare the beauty away.

Winnie smiled awkwardly. She has seen too many writers, and there are many great masters. She is well-informed.But like this "I am a bandit", it is the first time to look at someone's hand when they meet for the first time.She quickly pulled out her hand and said with a smile, "I've walked a long way, can I sit down?"

"Please sit down please sit down..." Short gestured quickly, he was very surprised why he made such a big sigh in a trance? "Google, Winnie, don't laugh. Seeing you is more exciting than seeing a big star, a person like me who relies on code words for a living!"

Short felt vaguely that something was wrong.

Winnie sat down. "Mr. Zhang is really good at joking. Seeing your ostentation is not something that can be achieved by code words."

Short was taken aback, Mr. Zhang?Yes, he is an impostor. The author of "Super Red Envelope", the strangest eunuch tiankeng in history, is called "I am a bandit". His real name is Zhang Xiaobao, and he is the continuation of this impostor.

"Hahaha, Winnie has such a good eye!" Short couldn't control himself a little bit, he was eloquent and expressive, as if he had been injected with chicken blood. "I'm really not short of money, and I don't expect writing books to bring fame and fortune. It's just a pure hobby, pure!"

Short cursed secretly in his heart: shit!Fuck you old wood!This mouth and heart are out of control!It’s like a person who has never piloted a plane suddenly drives the plane at a speed of 120 yards on the highway. Although he is used to high-speed running, can he not panic if he changes to a plane?

Short began to touch the cigarette. He wanted to smoke when he was flustered, and used cigarettes to calm his heartbeat.

Winnie looked at the author in front of her very curiously, thinking, this is really a strange thing, what is he looking for?
Finally, Short took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth tremblingly, thought about it wrongly, pulled it out again, and asked, "Can I have a cigarette?"

What tricks has Winnie not seen before?But at this moment, she was also stunned. "Okay, you smoke." If it goes on like this, she will collapse.She exhaled lightly, and her heart beat faster!

After taking a puff of the cigarette, Short immediately felt better and his expression became much calmer.

Winnie looked at him nervously. Damn it, you're not going to meet a drug addict, are you?

Taking advantage of a moment of calmness, Short understood something about it. He took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket and put it on the table. Still worried, he picked it up and put it on the window sill!

Winnie opened her mouth wide, looking at Short's incredible behavior as if she were an alien. "Are you OK?"

"It's okay, it's much better!" Xiao Te yelled secretly in his heart, Kong Yao!You wait for me, don't think that I don't know that you are playing tricks, make a fool of me, and see if I don't deal with you when I turn around!
"It's fine." Winnie was a little relieved.Any profession is related to people. Book writers turn day and night upside down, wandering around the world, sometimes uncharacteristically but also normal. Otherwise, what inspiration and creation?She respects these monster-like guys very much.

Short stood by the window, took two more puffs of his cigarette, and strangled him to death.Heart Road, no matter how paralyzed the tiankeng labor and management must be blocked!He made up his mind, and a perfect lie began to bleep out——

"One night, I got stuck and couldn't write any more. It was so uncomfortable that I just went to sleep. As a result, I had a dream. I dreamed of a fairy. He told me that there are two things in this world. It is the most helpful to me. I quickly asked, what are the two? The gods said, smoking and code writing. I asked again, why? The gods said that you are born with a natural heart rate and talent, suitable for creation, and easy to be inspired. That is the same as What does smoking have to do with it? Calm down your heartbeat and start writing!"

Winnie was actually amused by this cold joke. She thought this person was very interesting, and he was kind and harmless. "So you booked a private room for coffee?"

"Yes, yes, I have a phobia of crowds, I was thinking, but all geniuses have problems, I am not saying that I am a genius, I just mean that, if I have a phobia of secret rooms again, what do you say? manage?"

"Hahaha..." Winnie laughed so hard that she lay down on the table.

Short pressed the bell on the table, and the waiter opened the door and walked in.

"Waiter, bring the menu."

"No, I just want a latte," Vinnie said.

"Then two lattes and a dessert meal."

The minimum consumption of this private room is 680, and Short is too lazy to match it himself.

"Okay, wait a minute." The waiter turned and went out.

"I have good news for you today," Winnie said.

"What good news?"

"I'll give you a big push next week!"

"Wow! That's great!" Short clapped his hands. "I can only repay him with death five times a day."

"It's not that serious, but it's a good attitude!" Winnie said happily, "It's not for nothing that IP Town invites you writers to the platform! The characters in your book will become elements of the paradise, creating a real scene For people to come to play and interact, so, in the next writing, you can also consider more interaction factors, so as to better mobilize the interaction with book friends..."

"how do I say this?"

"It's interactive writing. First, the plot must be progressive, or spiral, or circuitous, or..." Winnie began to preach...

(End of this chapter)