On the first day of class, Laojun gave Wang Mo a medical book and asked her to read it and come to him if she had any questions.

Wang Mo studies on the first floor of Laojun Pavilion, while Laojun is now on the second floor, addicted to games.

There is no way, because of the oath, Laojun cannot leave Laojun Pavilion within a hundred years. There are still fifty or sixty years before the end of the oath. In the entire Lanxi Town, there are only Laojun and Di Ting... well, plus the three hawks and dogs guarding the gate.

We can also see Di Ting's personality, he is very quiet, and he alone can't entertain Lao Jun at all, so he can only rely on playing games to pass the time.

In addition to playing games, Laojun also follows anime, reads novels and comics, and often asks Di Ting to buy peripherals for him. The various peripherals on the bookshelf on the first floor are solid evidence of this.

Tsk, although I feel bored, isn't this the dream of otakus and otaku girls? If you want something, someone will go out and buy it for you, and you don't have to worry about money.

The most important thing is that no one is urging me to get married.

This is my ideal life!

When will the author be able to live a life like this?

Wang Mo, who was concentrating on studying the medical book, paused, turned back as if he had sensed something, and saw Laojun who had come to his side without him knowing when.

"Laojun? Why did you come down? Have you finished your work?" Wang Mo asked.

Before Laojun left, he told Wang Mo that he had something to deal with, but in fact he just went to play games.

Facing Wang Mo's question, Lao Jun said calmly, "Yes, I've finished it. How do you think it looks? Is there anything you don't understand?"

Wang Mo scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "Well... there are a lot of things I don't understand."

Lao Jun: "This is normal. After all, you haven't learned these before. I'm letting you watch them now just to familiarize you with them. I'll explain them to you one by one later."

Wang Mo nodded to show that he understood.

Very good, this matter is over, and now it’s time to find out some other things.

Laojun sat down next to Wang Mo. His easy-going temperament made it impossible to resist him. At least Wang Mo let down his guard against him.

So when Laojun asked about Prince Water, Wang Mo was confused for a moment but didn't think much about it.

"Huh? How did Laojun know Prince Water?" Wang Mo was surprised.

Lao Jun said gently, "I am also following the comics you draw."

——"Oh my god! The comics I drew were chased by gods?!" Tomato's new novel title was born.

I was surprised, but what was the difference between this and my parents seeing me making up an essay in Chinese World? !

Bragging to others that you have dated 10 or 8 girls, and being caught by your only ex-boyfriend is just as bad as being socially frustrated! !

There is an awkward feeling of having your toes tap the ground.

Wang Mo coughed lightly, looked around and said something else: "That... this... I..."

"Don't be nervous, I don't mean anything else, just think of this as a meeting between the author and the fans."

Very good, a new Tomato novel title has come out, it’s called “God is my fan”, or “God, in order to follow the comics, goes directly to the author himself”.

The corners of Wang Mo's mouth twitched a few times, but he didn't utter a word.

Lao Jun continued, "Your comics are very well drawn, and the scenes that appear in them are also very beautiful and full of details, just like seeing them with your own eyes. But these are not important. What I am more concerned about is the water elf prince. What kind of person is he?"

Wang Mo looked up at Laojun, who was also looking at her with a warm smile on his face, as if he could tolerate everything. The moment she and Laojun looked at each other, she suddenly had an epiphany and figured out something.

"Does Laojun already know that Prince Water really exists?"

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