The enemy is not responsible for me gl

The number dialed for a long time was finally answered, and the voice from the mobile phone was obviously impatient.Zuo Baibai couldn't help laughing, "It's me, Zuo Baibai, looking for Leng Wu."

The person on the other side of the phone was silent for a while, "Is there something wrong?"

Knowing who it was, she didn't restrain her impatience much. It seemed that she was annoyed by the continuous calling of the mobile phone.

"Hmm... I got a few books recently, and I want to ask you about them. You know, I don't read novels very much." Zuo Baibai cast the bait calmly.

Leng Wu hesitated for a moment, "I'm not sure I must know." She likes to read books, especially novels, but she is not arrogant enough to think that she has read all kinds of books and understands all kinds of books.

If Zuo Baibai said other things, she could still find an excuse to refuse to hang up the phone, talking about books, Leng Wu also became curious.

"You should know. A long time ago, I saw you write a passage in this author's book." She put a bait.

"I wrote it?" Many images flashed in my mind, and Leng Wu became confused for a moment, "Who is it?"

She used to have the habit of writing down her favorite sentences in the textbook to encourage herself, Zuo Baibai mentioned it for a while, but Leng Wu really couldn't remember which one it was.

After ordering the table, Zuo Bai was confident in his chest to ensure that Leng Wu would hear her next words clearly, "If I see the signature of the person on the Penguin, it belongs to him."

Leng Wu's footsteps stopped suddenly, her heart was pounding, and she asked a series of questions, "Is it his? Are you sure the author is xx? What you got is his?"

Leng Wu was full of anticipation and fear of disappointment, like being caught by a cat.

"I took a photo and sent it to you, you can take a look first." Zuo Baibai was not in a hurry, after hearing the series of questions just now, she knew this move was right.

Leng Wu likes to read books, whether they are classics or novels, she likes them all. As long as you know her a little bit about this, you can understand Leng Wu even if you don't leave your mobile phone.Her preferences are very clear, she is easy to catch if she wants to catch her, but it takes a little effort to get her hooked.

Opening the picture that Zuo Baibai had posted, her heart suddenly fell into place, Leng Wu felt uneasy all over, it was really the books she dreamed of, and it was her favorite author's book.

"Did you see it?" Zuo Baibai asked.

"I see it. It's his, there's nothing wrong with it. I think the drawing paper is a bit old?"

A triumphant smile appeared on Zuo Baibai's face, "Yes, it is said that it is a book published more than ten years ago, and it also has the author's autograph."

"Is there still a signature?!" Leng Wu was immediately blown away by the news Zuo Baibai said, and the blood in his whole body was excited, "It's not a mistake, autograph?"

Leaning by the door, Zuo Baibai nodded the book in hand, and said slowly: "Yes, unfortunately, I don't like to read novels, even if it is the only book signed and published by the author before his death, there is also the author's autograph, It's useless to me."

It's a pity, Zuo Baibai knew that these books she got would eventually be in the hands of someone who understands them, appreciates them, and loves them.

"What are you going to do with them?"

"I was going to give them away, but the other party didn't want them, and they took up space, so I wanted to throw them away." Zuo Baibai took a strong dose of medicine.

What does it feel like for an obsessive book lover to throw away her beloved, coveted book?

Leng Wu is about to explode, not happy, but angry, but the things are not in her hands, and she is not the owner of the book, so she has no way to grasp the situation.

"If no one wants it, please sell it to me." Leng Wu raised her voice, fearing that Zuo Baibai would really throw it away, she immediately added, "It doesn't matter how expensive it is."

Even if the book itself is worth less than 100 yuan, Leng Wu is willing to spend 1000 yuan or 1 yuan to buy it back from Zuo Baibai.

"You're not very well. After all, it's an old book. I can't lie to you with an old book. Leng Wu, you'd better buy a new one. I'll deal with the old one." Zuo Baibai pretended to hesitate.

"Don't—" Leng Wu blurted out, "I just like the old one."

This author is Leng Wu's favourite. When she fell in love with this author, he had been dead for many years, because at that time both communication and internet were not as developed as they are now, and the author she liked was not particularly famous, so Even if Leng Wu wanted to buy a book that had been published before the author's death, it was very difficult.

If the book in Zuo Baibai's hand is a new one, it may be a pirated version that was printed later, but judging from the situation in the picture, it looks like a genuine book. Therefore, even if Zuo Baibai dug a trap for her, as long as Zuo Baibai's hand The book is true, Leng Wu also thinks the trap is worth jumping.

"Where do you live? Shall I show you the book?" Seeing that the time was right, Zuo Baibai immediately asked.

"No problem, I'll send you the address right away." Leng Wu bit the bait he dropped without hesitation.

With a smile on his face, Zuo Baibai successfully found her place of residence through the address sent by Leng Wu.

As soon as he opened the door, Zuo Baibai handed over the prepared book tactfully.

Rubbing her hands together, Leng Wu raised her hands, solemnly holding a book that Zuo Baibai handed her, and carefully opened the pages of some old pages, even if she already knew the title when she saw it, and saw it with her own eyes. When the author's autograph in the book was signed, Leng Wu was completely enveloped in happiness.

"It's really his!"

Although I knew that Leng Wu would be very happy to see the "bait" she prepared, Zuo Baibai was still a little bit sad to see a person who is usually so calm and happy because of a book.

Fortunately, it's just a book, it can't move, it can't speak, it's just a book, she felt strongly in her heart.

"I didn't lie to you, did I?" Zuo Baibai walked into the house calmly, holding Leng Wu's shoulders.

Leng Wu, who doesn't like to be in contact with people very much, is completely immersed in joy, and can even ignore being hugged by Zuo Baibai.

There is a large bookshelf in the living room connected to another bedroom. Most of the places inside are filled with books, and only a small part is left with some other stationery.

"Please sit down, sit down wherever you want." Leng Wu caressed the cover of the book over and over again, casually inviting.

Fortunately, Zuo Baibai knows her temperament well, and doesn't think her words and deeds are perfunctory and offensive.

"The author himself has passed away for many years. At that time, the Internet was not yet developed, and there were few books left and it was hard to find." If you have credit, you have to say it. If you don't say it, how can Leng Wu know how much thought she has put into it.

Leng Wu suppressed her smile and brushed the author's name with her fingertips, "Yeah, it's a pity that I've passed away for a long time..." She sighed as she spoke.

Hearing this, Leng Wu woke up from the emotion blinded by joy, Zuo Baibai's thoughts were not hidden, it was very difficult for Leng Wu to say that he didn't know.

"This is for you." Zuo Baibai said softly.

"You don't get paid for nothing, let's make a price, and I'll give you how much." Leng Wu refused, and she still prefers to get it through legitimate channels.

She likes the book, she likes it very much, and she hasn't found it after begging for a long time.Because of this, she couldn't easily accept Zuo Baibai's gift.

Hearing Leng Wu's refusal, Zuo Baibai was not disappointed, she had already planned that Leng Wu would not accept, "There are three books in total, you have one in your hand, and the remaining two are with me."

And the other two?Leng Wu's eyes lit up, even though she had read the stories in the book dozens of times, and she could tell one thing about the plot in the book, Leng Wu would still be moved by the book in Zuo Baibai's hands.

"What do you need?" Leng Wu asked her conditions directly.

Just know that it is very useful to seduce with a book, and you can hit it with one hit.

Although looking at her expectant Leng Wu with bright eyes is very cute, Zuo Baibai still put forward her conditions cruelly.

"How about one book per condition?" Zuo Baibai added, "Never violate your bottom line."

Leng Wu stared at her, met those amber eyes, Zuo Baibai was still dark and calm, without changing his face, he insisted on his own conditions.

"Tell me." Looking at each other for a few seconds, Leng Wu was the first to think that he had lost the battle.

Chapter 6 Chapter 6

Close to the mirror, Zuo Baibai carefully looked at his eyebrows and eyes, he has never had acne, his face is fair, his facial features are not particularly charming, and his smile is like a spring breeze.

Zuo Baibai gave a thumbs up and praised: "It's not ugly at all." Fortunately, the appearance is not low, otherwise it would be embarrassing to chase after a beautiful girl.

Leng Wu glanced at her sideways and said nothing.

Zuo Baibai has never been in love, or in other words, has never chased anyone.

If she wants to pursue her old enemy in the way of ordinary people, then the difficulty of her routine must be upgraded.

She has read the routine you pursued in a novel, and the surprise she prepared just started, and she even guessed the ending.