Have You Ever Met Such a Cold Author

In the living room on the first floor, two of Tang Cu's tenants were huddled on the sofa head to head, watching the game together with their laptops in their hands.

"Chris!" The blond one of the two noticed Tang Cuo first, and greeted him warmly, "Joinus?"

Tang Cu shook his head: "Thanks."

Although the landlord was only a few years older than them, he hardly participated in any popular entertainment activities. The blond young man shrugged his shoulders habitually, and continued to watch the game, but another person on the sofa stopped him.This is a Chinese boy who looks less than 20 years old, with a pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes, and speaks with a lazy and arrogant tone.

"There's your letter, it's on the dining table."

Tang Cu nodded: "Thank you."

The blond asked curiously, "What are you talking about?"

What he asked was the boy sitting with him, not Tang Cuo.Because on the first day he moved in, the taciturn landlord told him that his English was not good. Fortunately, another tenant in the house, Lin Lang, was also Chinese, but he could speak English fluently, so they quickly got mixed up. cooked.

Lin Lang interpreted the conversation just now to his roommate in a low voice, and Tang Cu left the living room.

There were two letters on the dining table, one was an event advertisement from a local store he frequented, and Tang Cu, who claimed to be "poor at English," tore open the envelope, quickly browsed through the promotions for the next season without hindrance, and put Stow it aside with your old letters.The other letter had a mess of various quarantine labels on its surface, and it was obviously a transnational letter.

When he picked up the letter and saw the sender clearly, he suddenly lost his appetite, gave up the idea of ​​cooking noodles, took the letter and went back upstairs.

But after going downstairs, someone had already bombed Tang Cu's social software. When he returned to the computer, he saw that in his "special concern" column, there was a white letter on a black background saying "no coriander" The number of messages on the side is increasing rapidly.

Tang Cu quickly clicked on it, pulled it to the top and began to read one by one.

Kataha: Bamboo God! ! !

Kataha: The nib official blog said that you will go to the online live event the day after tomorrow!

Kataha: Is the news true Takegami? ? ?

Kataha: ah ah ah ah ah ah

Kataha: I've wanted to hear you moan for a long time! ! !

Kataha: No

Kataha: Voice!It's voice!The input method hurt me!

Kataha: I've wanted to hear your voice for a long time!

Kataha: I am looking forward to your interview!This is the first interview event you have participated in in so many years!

Kataha: Anyway, if it’s true, I’ll definitely go to cheer you up the day after tomorrow!I will bring my relatives and friends to cheer you on! ! !

The smile that had just gathered around Tang Cu's mouth froze slightly.Katayu thought that he would be able to see his interview session, but in fact, he did not agree to the interview like all other invited authors, but just went to the live broadcast room to hang up his name when the time came.

His fingertips touched the keyboard, looking at the line "I'm looking forward to your interview", hesitated for a moment, and then resolutely typed a line.

Bamboo Overgrown: That's true, thank you.

Kataha: Ah, Bamboo God, you really are here!

Kataha: Too much!good!up!Can you turn on the camera?It's good to show your hands!I want to see what kind of fairy hand can write the Landis series!

Bamboo Congsheng: Sorry, it won’t open.

Kataha: Haha, don’t be embarrassed!I'm just kidding, you are so low-key, you definitely won't open it, unlike that bamboo cocoon, posting photos of yourself everywhere, there are really little girls who like this.

Kataha: I'm sorry, I posted so much on the spur of the moment, is it morning over there?

Kataha: Didn't disturb your rest, did it?

Bamboo Congsheng: It’s okay, I got up early.

Kataha: Haha yes, your new chapters have been updated

Kataha: Ah, a new chapter!I remembered!

Kataha: The gods and demons are dead!Bamboo God, why are you like this! ! !

Kataha: My two favorite characters!I was going to write a fanfic for them, and they died before I started writing!

Kataha: Last time I asked you if they would die, you still said it was not certain

Kataha: I don't love you anymore!

Tang Cu's fingers were still on the keyboard, a little dazed.

Kataha is a very special existence to Zhu Congsheng, and even to the entire Zhu Congsheng fan circle.

If you ask what are the flaws in the works of bamboo overgrown, nine out of ten readers will answer: the lack of emotional drama.

He is good at depicting the landscapes of other worlds with rich ink and color, he is good at writing magnificent adventures, and he is also good at portraying contagious inner monologues.But his protagonists, without exception, do not fall in love.Even if the supporting roles are a couple or a husband and wife relationship, he only routinely explains the relationship between the characters.

It is a recognized fact that Bamboo Grown does not write emotional dramas.

It is this lack that has given birth to a thriving fandom of bamboo overgrown works.

Kataha is undoubtedly the oldest in this circle.Seven years ago, Zhu Congsheng's first work was nearing completion, and a two-character reply under a [-]-character long comment spread all over the Internet, which made Zhu Congsheng's reputation as aloof.However, everyone only knew that the great god replied a thank you coldly, but they didn't know that Tang Cuo got up in the middle of the night under the ridicule of the crowd, and explained and apologized to the reader in a private message from the backstage.

The reader whose ID is Kataha exchanged personal contact information with him, and followed him for seven years.

Zhu Congsheng is a very stable author, which ensures that there will never be a lack of topics between them—at least there are new chapters to talk about every day.So in the past seven years, they have been in contact very frequently, as long as once a few days, and as short as several times a day.

Tang Cu didn't want to admit it, but when he was still in school, apart from the teachers and classmates he met every day, Katayu was the person he communicated with the most.Since he graduated from that community college, one or two words can be removed.

This person has treated him with enthusiasm for seven years, just like those fanrenwen signed by Kataha, full and lively. This high-spirited emotion has traveled across the ocean across the screen and inspired him countless times.

And now, for the first time in seven years, the man who had been with him said he didn't love him anymore.

Tang Cu knew that this was mostly a joke, but these words still stabbed him a little.

Say something.he urged himself.

Explain why the fate of these two characters is arranged in this way, or follow the joke, saying that you don't love me or something, or just give her a spoiler?But Kataba said five years ago that he didn't like listening to spoilers, and he always kept it in his heart...

Tang Cu curled up his fingers, but in the end he couldn't come up with the most appropriate answer.

After a while, Katayu's "No Coriander" avatar with black background and white characters dimmed, and his status became offline.

She is disappointed.Tang Tu thought in frustration.If I look like this, the other party must find it extremely boring.

Frustrated, he turned off the computer screen, opened it and never had time to open it. In fact, it was the envelope that he didn't want to open at all. Several documents, some letters and an air ticket fell out.

It was a Chinese letter in his mother tongue, but Tang Cu read it very slowly.After reading the full four-page letter and confirming the contents of those documents, he closed his eyes and pressed his stomach with one hand.

He didn't eat anything when he got up in the morning, and his stomach was hurting for a long time, but he masochistically ignored it, but picked up the plane ticket that fell on the ground to check the date.

— three days later.

At the same time, in the dormitory of Dongling University on the other side of the ocean, Lu Lianguang closed his laptop, stood up and stretched his muscles.

He said to his roommate who was playing games: "San Shui, after you get out of the dungeon, follow me to forage, I'm starving to death."

"You don't talk anymore?" said his roommate Huo Miao, without taking his eyes off his screen.

"Stop talking, it's morning over there, it's not good to keep disturbing others."

"Come on, it's because they ignored you, right? I heard you tapping on the keyboard over there, and the reply tone didn't sound twice in total." Huo Miao sneered unceremoniously, The operation in his hand was not affected at all, the screen exploded with the brilliance of his skills, he retreated unscathed, and rushed in again.

"Obviously more than two times!" Lu Lianguang said dissatisfied, "Your ability to listen to all directions is not good. He replied to me three times, exactly three times!"

On Huo Miao's screen, the battle has entered a fierce stage, but he can still separate his thoughts and chat with Lu Lianguang: "You have been typing on the keyboard for a long time, and the other side has returned three times. Who dares to let us hang out like this?" Talented Lu? He's really aloof."

Lu Lianguang defended subconsciously: "What do you know, it's normal for this person! Besides, he's actually very nice, not at all..."

"It's done!"

Huo Miao pressed the last skill button, and the BOSS in the game fell to the ground. He picked up the headset that was set aside, and said into the microphone: "I'm going out to eat, hang up for a while."

Putting down the earphones, Huo Miao waved to Lu Lianguang: "Go quickly, try to come back in half an hour, people in my guild are still waiting for me to download the book together."

Lu Lianguang shook his head and sighed: "Hey, college students nowadays know how to play games all day long!"

Huo Miao then sighed: "Who says it's not? What's more, I know how to read novels all day long!"

The pair of roommates disliked each other and went out.

On the other side of the world, Tang Cu repeatedly revised the wording in the document several times, and he looked back at the sentence "I am looking forward to your interview" that Kataha sent him, and finally mustered up the courage to write the revised words Copy and paste the words into the chat box between him and the editor in charge.

Bamboo overgrown: Hello, fried dumpling editor.

Zhu Congsheng: I thought about it, the live interview session you mentioned to me that day, I can accept a shorter one without the microphone on.I already rejected that day, but now I regret it, I'm really sorry, I don't know if it will disturb your arrangement?

Fried dumplings: Bamboo God, you really don’t have to start with “Hello, fried dumpling editor” every time you come to me………

Fried dumplings: wait? ? ?What did you say? ? ? ? ?

Located in the editorial department of the Bijian Literature Network in Dongling City, a young girl screamed: "My God! The Bamboo God has agreed to the interview session! Editor-in-Chief, Editor-in-Chief Sun!"

There was a commotion in the huge office area. It was called Editor-in-Chief Sun. A man with a slightly beer belly stood up, opened his eyes wide, and asked incredulously, "Which bamboo god are you talking about?!"

"Of course it's bamboo overgrown!" Jian Dumpling said excitedly.

"I thought you were talking about bamboo..." Editor-in-Chief Sun was halfway through the sentence, realizing that the author he wanted to talk about, Zhu Yu, was not under the editor's ID at all, so he suppressed it, but Jian Jiao didn't realize it. Seeing that he had lost his mind, he continued cheerfully: "Which bamboo god can there be? Isn't this the only bamboo god we stand on, the only supreme god!"

The middle-aged editor-in-chief Sun twitched his cheeks when he heard the words, looking a little embarrassed, he reprimanded without thinking: "What a mess, don't bring those nonsense words in the forum to work. !"

The entire editorial office was silent for a moment, and the young girl was stunned, embarrassed and dissatisfied.It wasn't the first year that Zhu Congsheng was called "Supreme God". Not only was it recognized by everyone in the author's forum, but it was also ridiculed in their editorial department before. She didn't know why the editor-in-chief suddenly reacted so strongly now.

Editor-in-Chief Sun didn't care about talking about these things at the moment, so he just taught him a lesson, took a deep breath, and said loudly: "Don't be dazed, Xiao Wang, go and notify the artist, and give him an extra job. Poster! The traffic of this event depends entirely on him, promote it to my death!"