After writing the four giants into the Danmei article

"Hey, you, white sparrow, you murdered!"

"If my ears are deaf, the white sparrow is the murderer today."

"I, I, and I are readers of Shuangyu, readers of Baique, do you usually listen to him singing like this...?"

After listening to Yuyu's fairy voice, and then listening to Baique's rough and thick voice...

In contrast, Yuyu readers immediately feel extremely happy.If Shuangyu wanted to have a singing session, they would definitely raise their hands in praise, maybe they would become famous because of this, and turn to make money by singing.

The White Sparrow reader was not embarrassed at all, and was very happy: "What's the matter, Brother Que sings brother songs with this voice, it's so nice, you don't know how to appreciate it."

"That's right, Brother Bird NB."

"Just apologize, Brother Que, you have to thank him for his generosity. But we usually call him Brother Que, and he is also called Brother Shuangyu, what should we call him?"

Readers' heated discussions immediately shifted to this title of seniority.

The white sparrow was very reluctant when it croaked, and it was so unacceptable after it croaked. The embarrassment disappeared immediately after recognizing the elder brother, at least it was much better than accusations!The feeling that the barrage was constantly correcting him made me feel dizzy and my stomach throbbed when I really thought about it.

He was afraid for a while.

It turns out that this kind of fan-oriented activity is not beneficial but harmless.

When you say the wrong thing or make inappropriate remarks, it will be infinitely magnified, and you can't be wronged.When he was not well-known before, Bai Que and his brothers would often talk about such wild words when they were drinking and eating at gatherings. After the meeting, no one took it seriously.

There are too many people staring at his words and deeds, those who like him and those who hate him.

Saying the wrong thing can invite name-calling, and can hurt someone doubly.

Therefore, Gu Jue thought that Bai Que was not wronged at all by taking this small lesson, but in general it was not considered vicious, so he only used small punishments as a big warning.

Seeing the barrage making fun of the white sparrow, Gu Jue teased: "You really think of me as my little brother?"

The white sparrow refused Sanlian: "It's not right, it's not right, it's not right!"

Repeat three times to emphasize the position.

Calling him big brother is already very embarrassing, and he still considers him a younger brother, he refuses a hundred thousand times!

However, when he looked down, his readers had clearly arranged their generations: "Brother Que is Brother Que, and Brother Que's eldest brother is the boss. The boss is awesome."

"Once you accept this setting, it seems to be quite emotional."

"Boss, boss, boss, boss, boss!"

The white sparrow repeated the refusal three times.

However, the copying party painted the word "boss" all over the screen.

Gu Jue laughed loudly, and replied, "Hey, I'm here."

The barrage suddenly became more joyful.

"Don't admit it! It's really not my little brother,"

The white sparrow was in a hurry, and wanted to kick all these bosses, but more and more people came in to watch the quarrel, and the ones who followed the trend couldn't be kicked, and before absorbing it, their eyes were higher than the top. I don’t dare to abuse my power anymore, so I can only try to ask Shuangyu for help: “Shuangyu, tell them to stop using it, they won’t listen to me now.”

Gu Jue: "Haha, then I won't listen to you either."

Baique: "..."

Shuangyu's voice is ethereal and holy, with a sense of being out of the world.

But it was this banished fairy-like voice that made him speechless: "No, you, it's not good for you to be my big brother. I won't let water in the battle for the rookie king."

Gu Jue: "Go and see the difference in the number of votes between us first, and then tell me to let go."

Bai Que quickly refreshed the page of Shuangyu's novel, and then fell silent again.

Shut up on the spot.

That gap, not to mention being his big brother, is more than enough to be his grandfather.

He was not reconciled: "You will run out of manuscripts soon!"

Gu Jue: "There are still fifty chapters in the optical brain that have not been uploaded to the background."

Baique: "Fifty chapters are not enough at this speed, you will have to stay in the brain all day and go to jail to catch up with the draft!"

Gu Jue: "My speed is [-] per hour."

Baique: "You, you, you finished writing the plot of the list before finishing the list!"

Gu Jue: "Readers ask extra questions, and they can stock up on the next book as an update. After finishing the list, the editor will compensate me." This is to avoid some extremely short works being forcibly pulled for the list. The protection mechanism that has been written for a long time has become a compensation for updating too quickly in front of the codeword machine.

……

The white bird didn't move.

[-] per hour, who is this?The white sparrow really wanted to rush across the Internet, lift Shuangyu's head, and see if it contained brains or machines... No, it is really possible that they are machines, but machines are notoriously poor in artistic creation. The odds are slim.

It is said that it is easy to encounter monsters and newcomers when the old account is restarted. Bai Que never believed in this metaphysics, but he did not expect it to be true for himself.Bai Que sighed casually: "Damn, are you really a newcomer?"

Regardless of whether it is the same old one as him, the quality alone is scary enough.

The only one on the whole network.

But even if it is true, they probably won't admit it.

Very few authors who come back from an old account will admit to the previous pen name, unless they want to bring the popularity of the old account.However, there is a hierarchical system for muses, and not many authors are willing to give up the tuba that they have worked so hard to raise...

"I'm a newcomer at Muse. I've written a little before, so I don't have anything to say."

Gu Jue confessed lightly.

Not to mention that he has written a lot of novels before, because he really has never written a book in this era. When he first traveled here, he was like a 24K pure cute newcomer. It’s just that he has a strong adaptability. If he is asked to tell which website he wrote it before , he really couldn't tell.

As for not talking about pure Mengxin, it was because he didn't want to mislead the real Mengxin.

There is no shortage of popular monster rookies in online articles, but they will definitely not be in his style.

He spoke frankly, but it was different in other people's ears.

Shuangyu's writing style is unique and highly recognizable. He can be popular in Muse, and other websites will not bury him. Whose website is so stupid to let this banknote printer go?It's unbelievable, and it's more likely that I haven't published it publicly, and I have a writing habit like playing tricks in private.

...It's getting better and better! !

Such a powerful person doesn't mind saying that he has written it before.

Bai Que blushed a little.

Although this Shuangyu wrote a novel about the empress, she is an open-minded person.

In contrast, my own ideological realm is far worse.

He opened his mouth, just about to call Brother Shuangyu, but found that he had already left the studio.

With a wave of his sleeves, he does not take away a cloud.

So chic.

If Shuangyu stayed here to run on him, Bai Que's admiration would soon dissipate, but as soon as he left, Bai Que couldn't help feeling "I'm not like this".

One of the protagonists left, and the melon-eating crowd dispersed soon after.

Just before leaving, Baique saw many people who came here for gossip, so he advertised his book: "Come, come, don't miss it when you pass by, buy ten credits, you can't be fooled, you can't afford it , but can buy an afternoon of happiness," he posted the link of his book on the post, thought for a while, and pushed Shuangyu's book to show his sincerity: "And this one, click on it too. , my eldest brother's book."

This "big brother" yelled so smoothly and so convincingly.

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Gu Jue has no interest in staying there and being the protagonist of the monkey show.

He doesn't have a strong desire for performance, and prefers to stay behind the scenes to operate. It is enough to show off his daily life on Zhibo. Let him show his special show in front of readers at the opening song meeting, and he turns into an old salted fish on the spot.So in this matter, he also admired Bai Que a little bit. Where did he have such a big star addiction?

A message from the editor on the site popped up with a ding: "The automatic update function is out, you can set it in the background yourself. I can finally rest!"

Editor Nan Nan's tears can be felt across the screen.

He is too southern.

"By the way," editor Nan Nan warned: "The monthly ticket price is rising too fast. I will help you to say in the latest chapter that the activity of adding changes will be suspended. As of one hour after the announcement is made, you can calculate how much you still owe for adding changes later. .”

Gu Jue praised: "You are really my caring little padded jacket."

Editor Nan Nan: "..."

Although it was a compliment, he always felt that something was wrong, as if he was being taken advantage of.

Gu Jue did have some manuscripts that had not been uploaded to Muse's backstage, and after clearing the debts, there were not many left.After traveling to the interstellar era, it was the first time that he experienced the feeling that the manuscript box was about to bottom out. He changed the simulated environment in the virtual space to the beach, with a pair of white jade feet stepping on the soft sand.

That's right, writing in a low-key and down-to-earth manner is his style.

As soon as the dialog box for editing and editing was closed, a new message popped up from the social account.

The one that lit up was actually the head of the Generalissimo.

Duan Xiuye: "Hello."

Gu Jue was a little surprised. Their lives did not intersect. He thought that the other party would not come to him again. After all, when he said goodbye in front of the apartment, he vaguely felt that the other party also had the intention of "meeting for the last time".Meet by chance, goodbye in the rivers and lakes.

At that time, Duan Xiuye ​​really thought so.

It's just that the sky doesn't follow people's wishes——

The news that he and Gu Jue were together that day, together with the dynamic photos, was sent to the head of the Duan family and Mrs. Duan.Mrs. Duan, who was able to maintain her elegance even before the collapse of Mount Tai, was so excited that she dropped the tea spoon on the ground by mistake at breakfast time. Shattered in the air.

Perfect, nothing happens.

"Xiu Ye," Mrs. Duan blamed her son with joy in her eyes, "Why don't you bring it back when you're in love? What if the other party thinks you don't value him? Qixing, Qiyue, you two come too Take a look." She waved her hand lightly, and the dynamic photo was projected into the midair of the dining room.

In the photo, Duan Xiuye ​​was walking with a handsome young man.

Although there is only a side face, you can still see its delicate outline like an oil painting.

When his eyes roll, there is the fresh air of watercolor.

"People who just met through the duke can't even be called friends," Duan Xiuye ​​explained helplessly: "How can we tell that we are in a relationship from a photo?"

It is neither close nor intimate.

Sister Red Dragon: "This is the first time we have seen you go shopping with someone who seems to be your friend. And just the fact that you appeared in places other than the training room, palace and ancestral house after returning to your home planet is enough to surprise us. "

"This is the real estate hub,"

Sister Red Dragon discovered the blind spot, and the tip of her hair burst into flames with excitement:

"Brother, you are a treasure in the golden house!"

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