A jiyou comes out of the closet

Fu Wen actually dislikes going to crowded places.She insists on going to graduate school, but she doesn't want to enter the workplace, and flirting with a group of women, as she thinks, lying on the bed, eating while reading articles written by the goddess, that is the ultimate enjoyment, if she insists on coming out and chatting with others Too much nonsense is simply making yourself uncomfortable.

So she hated Wu and Wudi when she saw Jiang Wanqing: hot waves, lips painted as if drinking blood, look at the short skirt, don't know who to flirt with, 10cm high heel, this is for stepping on Do stilts perform acrobatics?Compared with the harm, Fu Wen thought disdainfully, if my mother sees my goddess, she will definitely praise her, this thing can boast a flower.

Although Fu Wen has never seen a goddess, but she thinks that the woman who loves to write beautiful and beautiful fairies in white clothes should also be a tall, cold, black, long, straight beauty.

Although Fu Wen vomited three liters of blood after knowing the truth, but now she is still wishful thinking like this | lewd.While yearning for the goddess more intensely, he secretly despised the alluring b*tch in front of him.

It was inconvenient for Jiang Wanqing to bring the computer out, but it was almost time for the update, so he could only open the Writer's Assistant codeword with his mobile phone.

Many writers have a common problem. Once someone stares at the screen or has someone around them, they will feel uncomfortable, and the speed of coding will plummet.In order to code with peace of mind, Jiang Wanqing deliberately found an empty private room to sit, but who knew that someone would come.

As soon as she raised her head, a student spirit rushed towards her face. Jiang Wanqing felt an indescribable feeling when she looked at the white T-shirt and canvas shoes of the giant baby in front of her. How dare she pretend to be tender on purpose for such a big person?It's probably the same with this guy, an introverted nerd.

Jiang Wanqing snorted secretly, put the phone on the table with a smile, got up and said hello: "Hi, you are Fu Wen, I'm Jiang Wanqing."

Fu Wen also smiled back: "Yeah, I've been hearing my mother praise you all the time, and I finally saw you today, beautiful young lady~" Jiang Wanqing looked at the smiling face in front of him, and suddenly had a bad feeling, In the end, I heard her say: "Hey, your ring is so beautiful."

Jiang Wanqing wore a silver tail ring on the little finger of his left hand. After hearing others praise him, he let go of his vigilance and smiled: "Thank you."

"It shouldn't be cheap, it looks pretty good." Fu Wen looked really emotional, but Jiang Wanqing smelled a hint of conspiracy, "I'm just a poor worker, I have no money, this is just a casual purchase little thing."

Fu Wen blurted out in surprise: "You have such a big airport, how come you have no money!"

Flat-chested Jiang Wanqing: "Hahaha, you're not bad, you're still Metersbonwe. Middle school students wear it. Saving is a virtue."

The two completed their first conversation in the silent shadow of swords and swords.

Fu Wen & Jiang Wanqing: "Xiao Mian, fight with me."

The two exchanged eccentric greetings for a while, Jiang Wanqing went to the bathroom, and then subsided.Fu Wen wiped off the cold sweat on her forehead as soon as Jiang Wanqing left. This woman is quite powerful, and she didn't have the upper hand.

She took out her phone and left a message in the goddess' comment section.Since the goddess abandoned the pit, in order to express her miss for her, Fu Wen came to leave comments regularly and regularly every day, expressing that she loves her forever, implementing the behavior of a senior fan, which is more active than white-collar workers clocking in at work.

Who knew that just after she "signed in", Jiang Wanqing's phone screen lit up.

Jiang Wanqing was wearing a skirt, and her mobile phone was usually put in her bag. She knew that no one would steal the mobile phone, and it was only for going to the toilet. There was no need to pack the mobile phone, so she boldly put it on the table.The problem is that she opened the Writer Assistant APP codeword, and the original article at the starting point has not been deleted, so every time there is a comment, the Writer Assistant will prompt:

"You have a new comment, click to view it."

Fu Wen was attracted by the bright light of the phone screen. Since it was someone else's property, she didn't want to tamper with it. She just glanced at it and noticed this prompt message.In order to follow in the footsteps of the Goddess, she worked tirelessly at the starting point. Of course, she also used the writer's assistant. She was very familiar with the interface for prompting information. When she saw the familiar interface, she was stunned.

Facing the mirror in the bathroom, Jiang Wanqing smiled and told herself that you are the best, and that little girl would die.Coming back confidently and preparing to go to war, Fu Wen suddenly said, "You also write?"

One sentence confused Jiang Wanqing, she said "hmm" and smiled like a pseudo-lady: "In Jinjiang."

Jiang Wanqing was not curious about why Fu Wen guessed that she was writing the article. The "Goddess's Lifetime Tweet" has a sense of presence at this time every day, and she didn't cancel the new news notification. It is probably because Fu Wen saw the news notification.

"It's a pity, I'm at the starting point, otherwise we would still be able to push each other." I didn't expect this guy in front of me to be able to do such a literary thing. After admiration, Fu Min's tone was not as aggressive as before.But for some reason, she felt a faint sense of loss in her heart, as if she was expecting something impossible.She refused to give up and asked: "No, you are in Jinjiang, why do you use it as a writer's assistant?"

Jiang Wanqing smiled briskly, and said: "Lu Dingding's APP is always convulsed and swallows manuscripts, I dare not try it randomly."

"Okay." Fu Wen also smiled helplessly.

After a few words, the two of them were not as tit-for-tat as before. There was no grievance or enmity in the first place, but the first impression was bad, and now it seems to be the case when they speak calmly.

Jiang Wanqing is an experienced veteran. Once she has a common language and finally meets a writer in the three-dimensional dimension, she can't stop her chatterbox: "Sister, what type of writing do you write?"

"Hmm... an old saying." Fu Wen pushed up her glasses, she was serious when she was serious, and she was a little embarrassed.

"Awesome," Jiang Wanqing was extremely shameless when he praised people, no matter what 21 caught a good word and sprayed it outside, it could make people faint from boasting: "I am fantasy, and I especially admire you writers who write ancient sayings, like the ancient I know a lot about the official system and clothes and hairstyles, tsk tsk tsk, I can’t understand any imperial examinations, but you can still write them, big brothers, big brothers, you are worthy of being academic masters.”

Fu Wen was a little embarrassed by her praise. In essence, this girl is an introverted child, two-dimensional bluffing, and she stops when she reaches three dimensions. She behaves obediently in front of unfamiliar people. female.Jiang Wanqing was just the opposite of her.

Jiang Wanqing had seen her true virtue just now, so Fu Wen didn't bother to pretend anymore, and said, "No, I don't understand it either, it's just temporary when I'm writing it. I'm especially envious of authors who write fantasy, Immortals and demons are flying around, and there are thousands of years of past and present lives at every turn, how imaginative it is."

The business was overblown, Jiang Wanqing smiled dryly, and said: "This... as long as the brain is big enough, and it can be rounded back, fantasy is actually very good, otherwise, if you read those mysterious articles written by gods, many of them will be confused. It was the author who went astray and couldn’t come back to make up for it in the later stage.”

"I have a very favorite author, my goddess. She just writes fantasy, and she really unfolds like you said." I can't wait for people all over the world to read Goddess's article, "I don't want the sweet people in front of me, but they suddenly sent out knives and made me cry all night, hey."

Jiang Wanqing nodded fiercely, and said unknowingly: "I really love and hate this kind of author. You said that there are so many bad things in life. Isn't it good to have a sweet couple? If you have to abuse, you must abuse, hey yo I'm going, but I can't hold back the urge to follow the article, it's like self-torture. I want to send her the blade, but I can't bear it."

Fu Wen echoed excitedly: "Yes, yes, that's the feeling! Ah——the goddess just makes people want to stop~"

Sometimes women's feelings are really strange. Just now, the person who scolded the flat-chested and poor ghosts, now the conversation is in full swing like a girlfriend. Under the impetus of the topic, they can still mingle together.

"I have always been committed to becoming an author like a goddess who can mobilize readers' emotions and make them scream. What about you, do you prefer to write dramas or cute novels?" Fu Wen asked excitedly.

Jiang Wanqing smiled mysteriously: "I only read sweet articles, but I love cruelty when I write them."

Fu Wen and Jiang Wanqing held each other's hands, tears in their eyes: "Bosom friend..."

"It's good to be sweet for a while and abuse for a while, but let me tell you, it's easy to attract black people." Jiang Wanqing sighed, and Fu Wen asked nervously: "Ah, what's going on?"

Jiang Wanqing copied her hand and leaned on the back of the chair, and said sadly: "I wrote it like this before. There is an idiot who looks like a high-level hacker to me. He leaves comments for me every day, pretending to be praising me, but in fact Hei, my potential readers are probably scared away by her, and the worst part is that she doesn’t have the same ones in every article! Are you angry!”

Fu Wen spat: "Who is this? You don't care about this kind of person, it's really annoying."

"Just ignore her. She makes as much fuss as she likes. I won't accompany her. She ran to Jinjiang, out of sight and out of mind." Jiang Wanqing drank a cup of chrysanthemum tea to cool off the fire, while Fu Wen fell into deep pain: " Alas, I registered the author account for the goddess, but she abandoned the pit the next day and stopped writing, Sang Xin, I used the author account to leave a message in her book review area, I am afraid that the goddess will become a great god in the future and will be picked out by others My comment thought I was hugging my thigh, so I had to register a new author number."

Jiang Wanqing patted her on the shoulder and smiled: "Haha, if you don't go to the old one, you won't come to the new one. I ran around in various websites and changed my pseudonym to at least five times. After using it for a long time, they are all the same. Maybe I will give you a new one after you become a god." The goddess caught you by surprise, and she still has to hug your thigh, Ann dear."

Sometimes, uninformed misunderstandings are also very deceitful, especially when someone's words come true, the scene is quite graphic.

"My name is Jiang Fan now."

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