The whole Internet is black, I was chased and killed by my ex

In the study room, just as Fu Yueyu was admiring the uproar caused by his circle of friends, Zhang Mo strode into the classroom with a gloomy expression.

Although Fu Yueyu barely worked hard on weekdays, he was definitely not someone who would come to the teaching area early in the morning for self-study.

He appeared in the study room only because of an appointment with Zhang Mo

Fu Yueyu greeted Zhang Mo with a smile, "Morning. Did you leave first last night? I didn't see anyone in the second half."

Zhang Mo came over with a dark face. He was in a bad state of mind, his face was full of exhaustion, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eye bags were even heavier, exaggerated as if they were about to fall to the ground... It was obvious that he didn't have a good rest last night.

Seeing that Fu Yueyu could not smile facelessly, Zhang Mo's unsettled anger instantly rekindled in his heart.

He pulled back the chair heavily, gritted his teeth and said, "Do you know what crazy thing you did?"

"I know." Ignoring Zhang Mo's anger, Fu Yueyu laughed more and more arrogantly, "I'm about to get the chance to star in Wang Shusheng's new film, and you——should you thank me?"

Zhang Mo felt ridiculous: "I, should I thank you?"

"That's right." Fu Yueyu took it for granted, "Thanks to my perfect performance and the wise choice to change the script, you are blessed and Wang Shusheng took a second look at you."

Zhang Mo was furious: "You don't call it replacement, it's called stealing." Remember https://m. vipkanshu. com

"Hush!" Fu Yueyu raised a finger in dissatisfaction, "Keep your voice down."

Zhang Mo panted heavily and stared at him angrily.

Fu Yueyu lowered his voice: "You know this matter, I know it, others don't know it. Yang Yan has already been caught by me and will not tell the truth... As long as you help me hold Lin Siji down, this matter will not happen The third person knows..."

Zhang Mo thought he was crazy, and said incredulously, "You asked me to help you? Do you think I will help the evildoers?"

"You will. You must. After all, I wrote your name in the screenwriter column." Fu Yueyu said, "If this matter doesn't come out, you may be spotted by Wang Shusheng or Li Yunan and become an assistant screenwriter. Dangdang...but this matter is about to explode..."

Fu Yueyu leaned back and stated the facts mockingly: "You just wait to be labeled as plagiarism."

Zhang Mo slapped the table hard: "You fucking——"

"Shh!" Fu Yueyu interrupted him, "Don't bark, don't bark. We are now grasshoppers on the same rope. If things get out, no one will feel better about it."

Zhang Mo's breathing became more and more heavy.His chest heaved violently, but he had to suppress the anger in his heart.

Although Fu Yueyu was disgusting, what he said was not exaggerating at all.

Zhang Mo is a creator, so he naturally knows this field, and the most taboo thing is to plagiarize other people's works.

When this incident broke out, what awaited him might be eternal indifference and discrimination in the screenwriting circle.

Even if Zhang Mo went out and explained that everything was done by Fu Yueyu, it had nothing to do with him.

How many people believe it.

Zhang Mo's expression was uncertain, and he finally spoke angrily: "You shouldn't have taken Lin Siji's script."

Although his tone is still condemning, the word "steal" has quietly changed to "take".

Fu Yueyu naturally did not let go of this important change. He looked sideways at Zhang Mo with a mocking look on his face: "Do you think I want to do this?"

Zhang Mo's eyelids twitched, intuiting what vicious words he was going to say next.

Sure enough, Fu Yueyu opened and closed his lips, spraying venom like a cobra.

"If it wasn't for you being too useless to write a good script, would I touch Lin Siji's script?"

His words were sharp, and his words unscrupulously pierced Zhang Mo's heart.

Blue veins popped up on Zhang Mo's forehead, his brain exploded, and the anger that had accumulated all night finally broke out completely.

He lost his usual sanity, kicked over his chair and stood up, grabbed Fu Yueyu's collar, and slapped that disgusting face hard.

With a fist, Fu Yueyu was directly hit on the head.

Fu Yueyu apparently didn't expect Zhang Mo, who is usually calm, to lose control, and he roared in horror: "What the hell are you crazy about!"

Zhang Mo exerted great force, and when he passed by, his fists were numb from the shock.

But he didn't let Fu Yueyu go, but clenched his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot, and raised his left fist again.

He was really so angry that he couldn't let go of his fist, and even wanted to strike again.

Seeing Zhang Mo's ferocious expression, Fu Yueyu finally felt a little fear in his heart. A look of fear appeared on his face, and he shouted: "Wait..."

Anger waits for no one, and neither does fist.

In the end, Fu Yueyu could only watch the fist magnify wirelessly in his eyes, and the sharp wind brought by the fist bone made his eyes hurt.

"Dong dong."

A sudden knock on the door made the two people in the room pause.

Fu Yueyu's scream was stuck in his throat, while Zhang Mo's fist stopped two centimeters above his cheek.

Yang Yan stood at the door, put his hand on the door, and asked politely: "Did I come at a wrong time?"

The atmosphere in the self-study room froze for two seconds, Zhang Mo's expression changed several times, and the appearance of the third person made his anger recede quickly.

He put down his fist, let go and threw Fu Yueyu off.

Zhang Mo didn't even want to give Fu Yueyu a frightened face, who was slumped on the seat, threw his bag on, turned and left.

When passing by Yang Yan, he stopped for a while.

"I thought you would be willing to wait for that punch to go down before making a sound." Zhang Mo's eyes were cold.

Yang Yan and him stared at each other, and their eyes were also cold.

"Farewell, I'm afraid it will be planted on me."

Zhang Mo snorted coldly and left without looking back.

Yang Yan walked up to Fu Yueyu, helped up the chair that had been kicked over, replaced Zhang Mo, and sat down opposite Fu Yueyu.

He looked at Fu Yueyu's terrified expression for two seconds, and then admired the marks of old and new wounds on his face.

The wound left by Yang Yan yesterday was on the left side, while Zhang Mo is left-handed, and he habitually swung his left fist...hitting his right cheek.

So Fu Yueyu's face is very interesting now, the purple on the left cheek, and the redness and swelling on the right cheek, complement each other brilliantly, so wonderful.

Yang Yan looked at it for two seconds and commented: "It's pretty good, very symmetrical."

Facing Yang Yan, Fu Yueyu was far less arrogant than Zhang Mo.

He changed his expression almost the moment he saw Yang Yan, and the burning pain on his right cheek declared his embarrassment at the moment.

But the person who should be embarrassed should have been Yang Yan.

In Fu Yueyu's fantasy, Yang Yan at this moment... No, from the moment Yang Yan learned that the script was stolen, he should have shown his long-awaited expression of panic.

But Yang Yan didn't. He was extremely calm when he came on stage, but now the eyes staring at him are even more cold and indifferent, without emotion.

Look like trash.

Fu Yueyu's anger was ignited at once, and all the grievances suppressed by Yang Yan in the past two years broke out. His expression was stern for a moment, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Are you really not afraid that I will bring the beating incident to school and cause you to drop out of school?" ah."

Yang Yan calmly said: "Why should I be afraid? Beating people is your only bargaining chip. If this matter is revealed, what checks and balances do you have? Let me keep your stealing of the script a secret."

"Steal?" Fu Yueyu leaned back exaggeratedly, with a smirk on his lips, "Don't slander people, well, in a society ruled by law, you need evidence to accuse people."

Fu Yueyu leaned forward again. He pointed to the bruise on his cheek, stared at Yang Yan, and lowered his voice: "Here is the evidence for your beating. Where is the evidence for my theft? Can you get it?"

Yang Yan lowered his eyes and looked at him, with mixed contempt and pity in his eyes, like watching the maggots struggling helplessly when they were about to die.

He lowered his head, took out his mobile phone, and made a gesture of searching.

Fu Yueyu suddenly felt something was wrong, but he maintained his superficial composure.

He thought about it, confirmed that he completely covered his face when he committed the crime, and felt a little relieved.

Yang Yan looked at the phone and said lightly: "You know the dormitory area is monitored, right?"

Fu Yue said, "So?"

Yang Yan said: "The dormitory building surveillance captured a person wearing an XX brand down jacket borrowing our dormitory key on the night of December 12th."

Yang Yan raised his eyes: "If I remember correctly, you seem to have the same clothes."

"Excuse me." Fu Yueyu sneered, "Let's not talk about whether you misremembered because you were too stimulated, even if I have the same down jacket, so what? Can you rely on a down jacket that may have tens of thousands of people across the country? They all have the same style of clothes, convict me?"

"It really can't." Unexpectedly, Yang Yan agreed with Fu Yueyu's statement.

Yang Yan stopped talking, he lowered his head and continued to search.Suddenly, he paused, his pupils dilated slightly as if seeing something.

Then he looked up and asked, "Your computer is in the dormitory, right?"

Fu Yueyu was taken aback for a moment, then jumped up from his seat and asked urgently: "What did you do? You entered my dormitory? Impossible, you don't have a key..."

"You don't think you're the only one who can borrow a key from the housekeeper, do you?" Yang Yan tilted his head and chuckled, "Although the uncle of the housekeeper seems to have become more vigilant after Christmas, unfortunately, I have an uncle who has a good relationship with him. roommate."

"If Liangtao said, 'my classmate asked me to help him get the computer he forgot from his dormitory'...you guess, can he take out your computer in a fair manner?"

Fu Yueyu's breathing became more and more rapid, and he said sharply, "Yang Yan, you are fucking legally ill, this is illegal entry!"

"That's right." Yang Yan said calmly, "So you also know that it's an illegal entry... Then you probably broke the law by sneaking into our dormitory without consent? Don't rush to refute, wait until the hacker hacks the computer. If you find out the extra script files in the hard disk on Christmas Eve, you can be regarded as a legal figure."

After Yang Yan finished speaking, Fu Yueyu quickly calmed down.

He was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed wantonly: "Yang Yan, you are a fool, a script without copyright has no economic value at all, and it cannot constitute theft."

Yang Yan said coldly: "Fu Yueyu, so you did enter our dormitory and stole the script from my computer to participate in the casting."

Fu Yueyu looked at Yang Yan with sneering eyes: "Yes, so what. I can at most count it as an illegal break-in. When I ask, I will say that I was drunk and entered the wrong dormitory, and nothing will happen... And you— —”

Fu Yueyu shook his head, pretending to be sorry: "Theft of more than 500 yuan is considered a criminal case. Although my computer is not expensive, it is enough to reach this amount... What should I do? Getting into trouble..."

Yang Yan watched his performance indifferently: "Don't worry, whether you can bear it or not, I won't go in."

Fu Yueyu closed his expression: "What do you mean?"

Yang Yan laughed mockingly: "Not everyone has no bottom line like you, and not everyone knows how to break the law."

Fu Yueyu felt bad.

He felt right.

In the next second, Yang Yan tapped twice on the phone, turned it over, and showed it to Fu Yueyu.

The chat history with Liangtao on the screen shows that the recording was sent one second ago.

Yang Yan said: "Of course Liang Tao didn't enter your dormitory, but he wasn't idle either. Maybe, are you interested in guessing where he is now?"

Fu Yueyu felt his heart sinking continuously, and his cold sweat flowed wantonly, soaking the clothes on his back.

Knowing that Yang Yan was stalking him, Fu Yueyu almost wanted to snatch the phone and quickly destroy the evidence...

But that was useless.

The radio in the self-study room buzzed, and suddenly there was a sound.

Fu Yueyu listened, his expression suddenly ferocious.

"Fu Yueyu, so you did enter our dormitory and stole the script from my computer to participate in the casting."

"Yes, so what, can you do anything about me?"

Yang Yan looked at the out-of-control Fu Yueyu, with the ridicule and compassion of a victor in his eyes.

He turned his head and looked out the window. On the path downstairs, several students stopped to listen to the sound on the radio.

"The whole school should know about it." Yang Yan pursed his lips, and gave the final blow mercilessly, "By the way, Director Wang Shusheng seems to be still in NAFA today."

As soon as these words came out, Fu Yueyu's face instantly turned pale.