Rebirth: A big star falls in love with me

Editor Red Tea and Chief Editor Green Tea were both very curious. They didn't know what the relationship between Zhang Yu and these people was!

“Those are my family and relatives!”

"Is that cute little girl your sister? She looks really fun."

"You are wrong, that is my daughter."

When the two editors heard this, their eyes widened in disbelief.

"What, that's your daughter?"

"Yes, that's my daughter. I just got divorced not long ago, and then I got together with Shui Shui!"

Zhang Yu thought, isn’t it normal for him to have such a big daughter at his age?

In fact, if it were more normal, my daughter should be in junior high school!

"You all seem to have overlooked one thing: I am almost 40 years old this year."

After Zhang Yu reminded them, the two editors suddenly understood.

indeed.

Because Zhang Yu looked so young, they couldn't help but ignore this problem!

Because suddenly they discovered that Zhang Yu was different from these single guys!

So the two editors were embarrassed to talk to him about some topics, as they felt very childish.

An Xiushui's attitude did not change, but she felt that Zhang Yu's family was even more simple than she had imagined.

Zhang You is also very cute. If I were to have a child in the future, I would definitely want a white and chubby little one like this!

"Brother, I think Li Xiuxiu seems to be more than just a friend, right?"

Zhang Yu did not hide anything and told her about her family situation.

"So that's how it is. No wonder it looks like she's so dependent on you."

An Xiushui did not talk about the various situations in Zhang Yu's family anymore, but tried hard to practice what he said.

Spend one minute with Zhang Yu and make that minute full of happiness.

Don't think about those messy things and add unnecessary trouble to yourself.

Zhang Yu's family quickly got on an Iveco and left. The field trip lasted for more than an hour.

Then we got back in the car and continued on our way to the Great Wall!

When the group arrived at the Great Wall,

Zhang Yu's family had already returned to the door by cable car. After saying hello, they got on the car and went home.

The authors and editors also began to climb the city wall. At first they were moving quite fast, but as they climbed further they slowed down.

By the time we reached Hero's Hill, some people had already started to fall behind!

An Xiushui could no longer climb at this time, so she clung to Zhang Wu's back and continued to climb up while being carried by him.

At this time, everyone no longer envied Zhang Yu for having a girlfriend like the one in my dormitory.

Because it is so difficult for them to climb up on their own now!

If they were asked to carry a girl weighing 80 or 90 kilograms, no matter how beautiful she was, they would probably be exhausted to the point of vomiting blood.

In fact, it is not a question of whether or not you vomit blood, but even if you vomit blood, you may not be able to carry it.

Zhang Yu not only carried An Xiushui on his back, but also two female editors.

With his help, they felt at least half as relieved!

Finally we reached the highest point, and if we continue walking forward it will be downhill.

After taking photos and videos, the four people took the cable car back down.

They returned to the car and waited, playing poker out of boredom.

It took a while for the others to slowly return to the car, and they all complained that they felt like their legs were not their own!

When the group returned to the hotel, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.

After taking a shower, changing clothes, I went to the restaurant downstairs for dinner.

Zhang Yu and his friends sat at the same table with the authors of the History Channel. After chatting, they started writing together.

An Xiushui can write 6000 words in an hour, which is at least 1000 to 2000 words faster than everyone else.

Zhang Yu typed more than 2 words in one hour, without any typos, and his writing was very good!

Everyone was stunned for a moment, except An Xiushui.

"Oh my god, your typing speed is simply too terrifying. No wonder you can become such a great king of historical online literature!"

"2 words per hour is more than I can write in 24 hours. The key is that the quality is still so high. How can people survive this?"

"It would be fine if you could write fast food literature at such a fast speed, but your writing is so good and the story is so clever, and you have already published a physical book at such a fast speed. Is this something a human being would do?"

My classmates, the online history writers, complained bitterly, and all viewed Zhang Yu as an inhuman monster.

Soon, our authors at other tables also knew about this, and were immediately speechless!

There are only a few online writers who can write as fast as Zhang Yu on the entire Internet, but the quality of the writing of those who can be found is nothing compared to his!

To sum up, Zhang Yu is an invincible existence.

After dinner, everyone came to the hotel yard for a bonfire party.

But at this time, Zhang Yu and An Xiushui had already returned to the room and spent more than an hour of wonderful time together.

An Xiushui, radiant and charming, came to the bonfire party holding hands with Zhang Yu and sat next to the two editors, Red Tea and Green Tea.

Pass the flower while beating the drum. Whoever the flower lands on gets to perform a show.

The drummer is a middle-aged author wearing glasses. He seems to be ill.

He wanted An Xiushui to perform, but the Octopus sitting next to An Xiushui was too fast and handed the flowers to the editor-in-chief Green Tea next to him every time.

Green Tea did not back down and sang two beautiful songs in bel canto style, which received warm applause from the audience.

"Hurry up and change the person playing the drums. Find someone healthy to take charge." Zhang Yu waited until Green Tea finished singing the song, then said loudly and bluntly.

"Everyone is here to relax, not to satisfy your perverted desires."

"Playing the drums isn't a technical job, it's not something you can do without. You have a little power in your hands, but you don't know how to use it!"

Zhang Yu's words immediately won unanimous praise from everyone, who cheered and applauded him.

Someone immediately took the drumstick from the man with glasses, pushed him aside and started drumming.

The middle-aged man stared at Zhang Yu fiercely, and Zhang Yu glanced at him with disdain.

He knew that this guy liked the channel's most popular author, King of the West, but in fact, this guy's works had some distorted values.

The works always promote the West and secretly discredit China.

However, because he wrote it very obscurely, even if some readers have discovered this situation, there is nothing they can do about it.

Naturally, there are some readers with distorted values ​​who really like this style.

Some even gave him rewards as the leader, making his work the only work of 100 alliances on the channel.

The flower fell into Zhang Yu's hands!