Network distribution writer and CV master

The next morning, the little writer, who was full of sleep, was awakened by the crisp sound of birdsong outside the window. He stretched his waist first, and then opened his eyes to see the sunshine gently pouring in, projecting light on the wall through the thin window screen. A piece of warmth. Whataniceday!~~~

When I opened my eyes, I was filled with joy.The whole process of last night was replayed in the little writer's mind, thinking of that person's provocative voice, remembering the way he smiled and pretended not to know, gently teasing him. . .Ahhhhhhhhh, I'm so shy, my whole heart is about to drop~ The little writer got back under the quilt again.

After revisiting the joy of last night for a long time, and realizing that it was really getting late, the little writer finally decided to sit up.Regardless of the quilt that fell to his waist, he quickly jumped out of the quilt and jumped to the end of the bed. He was in a great mood, and continued to hop into the bathroom to wash up in the morning.

The little writer opened his Weibo while brushing his teeth seriously.Unsurprisingly, there were many comments on that Weibo last night, but most of them condemned his behavior of stopping updates last night, and the rest were just making fun of the little writer's daily nympho behavior.

"It was agreed that the update may be stopped!!! Is it really stopped?" This was a comment at 10:00 last night, when the little writer was still struggling to type on the public screen.After all, if you brush too much, the male god may be able to see his confession~ Ah, I actually said it, the little writer is a little shy.

"Okay, comrades, we should really stop updating... Today's little bunny is not cute at all!" The little writer's Weibo nickname is Big Big Bad Wolf, but because of his naturally soft and cute reply style This made his fans spontaneously start calling him Little White Rabbit.

"Your respect?" the little writer replied, and deliberately added a winking expression.

"Tutu can't be cute~" The other party sent a NO gesture.

"Tutu is not good, there is no carrot today~" Huh, I am a big bad wolf that eats meat, so I don't like carrots.The little writer replied a little arrogantly.

"Silly rabbit, be good, you will get diarrhea if you eat meat, didn't my sister tell you?" Teasing the little writer has become another daily activity for his book fans besides reminders, hahaha, I can't stop Well!Turning the soft bunny so angry that it turns into a furry bunny, this is simply an unusual sense of place!What's more, Tutu is never really angry. As soon as the topic changes, Tutu is immediately attracted again, and then turns back into a smooth-haired bunny.What's more, as long as Tutu's male god Da Da is mentioned, Tutu will be amused immediately.What?how do we knowJust kidding, although we can't see it, when we see each of Tutu's replies with hearts and rippling wavy lines, we can imagine the look of silly Tutu hugging the pillow with a smirk without any effort.

"Okay~ Don't eat meat for now~ I'm in a super good mood today, there should be two updates~" After replying to most of the comments, Little Tutu happily turned off the phone screen.Then I looked up in the mirror, and found that my mouth was full of white foam because of the absent-minded brushing just now, and I hurriedly rinsed my mouth, but because I poured water too fast, I almost swallowed the toothpaste foam together.Bah, bah, the little writer pulled a towel aside, soaked it in hot water, wrung it dry and applied it to his face.The scalding heat made the little writer's fair face turn reddish. The little writer looked in the mirror, then put the towel on his face again, and smiled again, the silly laughter penetrated through the thick Towels, but still leaked out.The little writer groaned in his heart, why couldn't he resist that man at all!Think about him all the time!

"Calm down, big brother, can you have some ambition. As a human being, you must be reserved."

However, the other self answered secretly in his heart,

"That's a male god, it doesn't matter if you can't refuse."

Ahhh, no matter what, the little writer shook his head vigorously, as if he wanted to get all his wild thoughts out of his head, so he wouldn't have to worry about it~~~

After brushing his teeth, the little writer, whose face was full of collagen, showed his white teeth in the mirror, and then grinned. "Perfect~"

After confirming that the image is perfect, the little writer decided to go out to find food~

The breakfast shop near the little writer's apartment is full of steamed buns, pork cooking rice and so on. He despises them too greasy, so the little writer who can't whet his appetite had to take the subway to the commercial street near N University.Speaking of N University, one cannot fail to mention a pancake shop near it.Although the boss is an uneducated migrant worker, he can't hold back his cleverness. It is not easy for him to make simple pancakes.The proportion of flour and water is just right, and the heat of the fried eggs is also very good. It has a semi-solidified and tender taste, but there is no fishy smell of eggs because it is too raw. In addition, the boss goes to the dishes early in the morning every day. The fresh lettuce bought in the market and the simplest plain pancakes are also delicious.If you add your favorite tenderloin and ancient sausage, it is perfect!The little writer was drooling just thinking about it, and now he was like a starving ghost, staring at the pancake he was about to eat in his fantasy.However, thinking of going to the queue to wait for the boss to finish it, the little writer felt a little hopeless.

What the little writer didn't know was that sitting about 50 meters away from him was the male god Da Da whom he had been thinking about day and night.Would he still be thinking about his pancakes if he knew?

Just kidding, when can't pancakes be eaten?The male god is big, but he can't see it, okay!No, no, the male god is like the clouds in the sky, do you know the clouds?How can that be measured by money!Not to mention a few pancakes.That's right, the male god is great~

But at this moment, a certain male god was wearing a well-fitting suit and sitting upright on a seat in the subway.Although it is the most common black suit, its overall temperament is different from those who sell insurance.What's more, even the attire of an urban elite man can't conceal his vigor and vigor.The customary indifference of urban subways, the law of people's busyness seems to be broken.The young female college student secretly glanced at him several times, and the always noisy brat was shocked by his invisible aura, obediently staying by his mother's side.But he didn't care about these, he was just sending his short messages seriously.

"Professor, I'm going to N University soon. If I remember correctly, you don't have classes after 10 o'clock. Why don't we make an appointment at a cafe near the school to discuss the details." It's easy to be neither humble nor overbearing To gain the favor of others, not to mention that he has enough proud capital that people can't ignore his existence.It has to be said that some people are born to be the center of the crowd.

"Okay, Xiao Gu. I've already finished class. See you at the coffee shop then."

"Ok."

After exhausting all the necessary etiquette, the person who sent the text message sorted out the information.Unconsciously, he raised his head slightly, then lowered his head to pack up the documents and prepare to get off the car.Feeling that there was something wrong, he secretly guided him to look to the left.I vaguely saw a boy in a white T-shirt and blue jeans leaning on the handrail in the distance, looking listless.let people. . .Wanting to bully him, he cried out.

A certain male god suddenly remembered the cutie he met last night. He was a little arrogant, and easily exploded when teased lightly, but when he lowered his voice, he became shy easily, and couldn't type for a long time.Obviously, the public screen is swiping very fast, but I know that he is stupid, or he is too shy to type, and maybe he will cover his red face with his hands.It's so cute~ Yeah.Even on the university campus, the students around me are all majors in economics, and most of them put their interests first in dealing with others.After stepping into the society, everyone wears a mask. It is already very good not to stab you behind a smile, let alone reveal your emotions. A face can let others fully understand all your thoughts.

Thinking of that little cutie, and considering that he would be free after cooperating with the professor recently, a certain male god decided to add some time to climb the mic.After all, the probability of that person hearing it will be higher, right?Thinking of that person's eyes wide open, smiling and listening to his singing, the male god was very happy.It's so cute~ Someone sighed again.

The N station arrived, and the little writer walked out of the subway quickly, striding towards his pancakes.When we arrived at the destination, there was already a long line outside the pancake shop, and people kept walking over to line up.The little writer hurriedly stood at the tail of the team, feeling that it would take a long time to reach him, so the little writer opened Weibo and clicked on Special Concern.After looking through the content, there is still no Weibo of the male god.The little writer thought, the male god Da Da must be very busy, Weibo has grown grass, I don't know what he is doing recently.The little writer just let it go until he bought the pancakes he was thinking about.

While slowly eating pancakes in his mouth, while thinking wildly, the little writer suddenly had the inspiration for code words.I hurried home by car, ready to start working hard.

After discussing the details of the cooperation, a certain male god sent the professor out of the coffee shop.Standing in front of the coffee shop, he suddenly laughed when he thought of something, took out his mobile phone and posted a notice on Weibo that he would sing in Xiaowo tonight.However, the little writer was immersed in the long-lost source of inspiration, and under the spring of writing and thinking, from morning to night, there were more than 20000 angry code words.Even the meals were ordered to be delivered indiscriminately, and there was no time to open Weibo, so I missed the weeding Weibo that the male god hadn't seen for a long time.By the time he thought of Weibo the next day, it was already too late.

The little writer posted a Weibo, crying and complaining about his grievances, "Last night I was immersed in code words and missed the live broadcast of the male god, so sad! [Big cry] [Big cry]"

"Tutu, be good, coding is a good habit, can I give you a carrot~"

"Tutu doesn't cry, go and see if there is a recording."

"I didn't find it...and someone told me that the male god appeared for a whole hour! Singing songs and chatting. I also want to hear the sound of the male god gently opening the file!!!"

"Be good, Tutu, don't be sad, didn't the male god say that there will be more of them in the near future? They will appear again."

Although there were many little angels to comfort him, the little writer still felt very sad. He rubbed the plush rabbit's head vigorously, feeling angry, he took another bite of the pancake he bought in the morning. [Angry] Hmph, the pancakes bought downstairs are not as delicious as N's!The little writer was even angrier!

He also talked about the live broadcast of a certain male god last night. He waited until the end and didn't have the ID he wanted to see.

"Maybe I'm busy and didn't see Weibo?" Gufeng guessed suspiciously. He dragged on and sang a song for a long time, and finally he couldn't bear to turn it off when the time came. He was afraid that someone would appear next second, so he had to turn on YY. Quietly look at your files.There is only a faint BGM in the whole nest, but there are still many people staying.Just kidding, hearing the sound of the male god occasionally slicing the paper with his finger, and opening the paper, it feels like the male god is gently touching his head, it is simply analogous to the effect of A□□R~ My girl number one is like this explain.

In the end, the little writer couldn't find the recording of last night, but later, he heard a lot of the sound of the male god's finger swipe across the file.There are even times when it is indescribable, deliberately lowering the voice, making sexy panting sounds in his ears.

The author has something to say:

Tutu: [I would trade lots and lots of pancakes in exchange for meeting the male god. 【Star Eyes】

Baba: [Isn't this just a coincidence?But you are immersed in the charm of pancakes and can't extricate yourself, so you didn't notice the male god.

Tutu: [But you didn't even tell me that it was my male god Da Da. [Grievance] The little writer is pitiful.

Baba: [It's okay, the male god has noticed you.

Tutu: [Respect?The little writer's eyes lit up all of a sudden, as if he saw hope.

Baba: [Will I lie to you? (serious face) The well-meaning author is not willing to tell him what it is like in the heart of a male god, after all. . .This will hurt the young mind of the child. [Although it's cute~ [kindly smile]