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Is Master Mantou as handsome as him?

No!

Is Master Mantou writing faster than him?

No! !

Steamed Bun Master...

Nothing at all! ! !

Pan Ting went crazy when the list of winners of the website's Most Influential Diamond Person Award came out.As the most handsome guru on the website, he believes that he definitely deserves the five words "most influential"!

In the entire website, besides him, who else can win the screams with his face?In this world that looks at faces, this is not called influence. What is influence? !

Watching Mantou Master's fans swiping the screen on the vast sea and sky forum, "Devil Pan Ting" slapped "Angel Pan Ting" unconscious on the table with a nail, and flew to the screen aggressively, bewitching Pan Ting: "As Garden grass in Ping’an Lane Kindergarten, you actually lost to a mantou with crooked melons and dates, can you bear it? Can you bear it?! You can’t bear it if you are a handsome guy!”

Of course Pan Ting thinks he is handsome.

He angrily posted a new post-"Is the most influential combat power the most affecting the city's appearance?" ! 》, and then open [Computer] → [Local Disk D] → [Shameless Opponent] → [Black History of Mantou Master], and post the photos of Mantou Master collected on various occasions.

He didn't delete it because it's ugly and average.

Seeing the number of hits and comments on the post increase one by one, he happily swiped the webpage.

——Damn it!I thought that at the website party, the photo of the big steamed bun with bald head and buck teeth had deeply reflected the hardships of human evolution, but I didn’t expect that one to be after plastic surgery!

Pan Ting: Haha.

——How does Master Mantou look like?Heartbroken for Mantou's parents.

Pan Ting: Hahahaha.

——Writers rely on writing skills and talent, and the host is a little boy who is kept by a rich woman, so he pays so much attention to his face.

Pan Ting: There's no way, I'm born with the ability to be a badass.

——Don’t be afraid of steamed buns, you have your strengths——Don’t be afraid of being disfigured.

Pan Ting: Hahahahahahaha, I didn't realize that I have such a big weakness.

——Support Mantou-sama!What a man needs is connotation, and beauty is for me.I am a little dragonfly, please take care of me and warm my bed.

Pan Ting: No, I can come by myself for connotation and beauty.No way, Grandpa is so handsome!

- There is something wrong with the landlord!Post a photo and see how handsome you are.

Pan Ting: Hehe, handsome scares your eyes.

——Only a face like a god can write a text like a god.When God closes a door for you, he will open a window for you.No face, you have brains.

Pan Ting: Hahahahahahahahaha... Funny!

……

——Ye Yin?

Pan Ting: ...Huh? !

Pan Ting, who was happily scrolling through the comments and complaining inwardly, froze, thought he was dazzled, rubbed his eyes, and read it five times before he was sure that the last comment on the third page did indeed contain the words "Yin Ye", a simple pen name. .He glanced at the ID of the poster——

Steamed bun master.

……

Pan Ting: I'm not.

The most depressing thing about doing bad things is not not being unsuccessful, but being exposed at the climax.If you don't succeed, you can continue to work hard next time, and being exposed...it's so embarrassing.

Pan Ting looked at the flashing steamed bun head on QQ, curled up his arms and legs and squatted on the beanbag, and after a while, he hesitated to open it.

I am a big steamed bun:

[Pick nose] What's more?

So free, do you have time to browse the forum?

Pan Ting grabbed a triangular ruler from the pen holder, stuffed the sharp corners in his mouth, biting it tangledly, tapped and deleted and deleted on the keyboard with his fingers, and went back and forth seven or eight times before finally finalizing the draft send out.

Warm Wine Hermit:

Writing it.What forum?

I'm a big mantou and I got back quickly:

Pretend.

Isn't the photo of me snoring with my nostrils upside down the top-secret version you took?

Have that one?

Pan Ting, who was already stunned once, was stunned again, spit out the ruler and looked at the post again, sure enough.

On the screen, the steamed bun master is snoring with his nostrils upturned and his mouth open. A line of clear water drips from the corner of his mouth, which is crystal clear and reflects the morning sun.

Pan Ting remembered that it was the first time they participated in the website author conference. He and Mantou Master were divided into a room, and the loud snoring noise kept him awake all night. When he went out the next day, other authors made fun of him, saying, One look at the steamed bun master and he knew that he was full last night, but he seemed to have been tossed all night.

Several people surrounded him and asked the size of the steamed bun master.

The steamed bun master said embarrassedly: "Yesterday, the boat was exhausted, and my actions were a little conservative. Tonight, I swear to the death with boots and knives. I will do my best to let Lord Yin return without regret. Please take care of the second elder...and Pan Pan on your behalf."

Pan Ting: "..."

Everyone laughed.

Liang Zi, that's it.

At the author conference, Pan Ting won the Very Potential Award, ranking first among all the newcomers. After that, he became even more powerful and became the master of the website with popular articles such as "Xiansheng" and "Xianheng".At that time, Master Mantou had finished an article "Master of Shenyu", and the subscriptions were bleak.

The two gradually drifted away, and Xiao Liangzi, who couldn't speak, was also forgotten by Pan Ting.It wasn't until Master Mantou's second article "Zongheng Hehe" rose strongly and washed all the rankings with blood, and even his new article "Gradient Change" was also knocked down, that the ID Master Mantou appeared in his sight again.

The mantou master is a god, and he is highly praised by the website, and he is on an equal footing with him.

The joke about the two living together was brought up by other authors, and they were dubbed "friends" without a doubt. After coming and going, Pan Ting had to hold his nose and maintain a close relationship with the steamed bun master. Occasionally, the website activities, The two met very warmly.If it hadn't been for the most influential diamond figure who had been waiting for six years to be cut off by the steamed bun master, he wouldn't have been dazzled by anger and exposed his dark thoughts.

I am a big steamed bun:

What about people?

I don't blame you.

[Shy] I grew up like this and won the Most Influential Award, I'm really embarrassed.

Warm Wine Hermit:

I'll hang up that photo of yours in the reader group, and let everyone download it to ward off evil spirits.

You want me to send it to you?

I am a big steamed bun:

[Loving Heart] Tomorrow we will attend the conference, we will meet again and show you the real person.

The awards of the conference are limited, and most of the writers fail to participate every year, and there are many complaints, so the conference had to make reforms last year.One is to release the results one night in advance, so that writers who have not won awards can independently decide whether to participate in the awards ceremony the next day, the second is to invite readers to watch the awards ceremony, and the third is to add dozens of small awards.

Pan Ting was very tangled in his heart.

Although there is no grand prize, there is still a consolation prize for one of the top ten writers.If he lost the grand prize and refused to attend, it seemed that he was too unmannered.But when he thought of watching the most influential diamond award for a year that he regarded as his pocket, it was difficult to maintain this demeanor.

I'm a big man and couldn't wait for a reply, so I started swiping the screen:

[Love you] Thinking of the days when we slept together in the same bed, it was really happy.

Jun sleeps on the other side of the bed, and I sleep on the other side of the bed.

Every night Gai was beaten by a goblin.

[shy] Exhausted and can't rest.

Warm Wine Hermit:

Fuck you this time!

Pan Ting finished speaking with pride and hurried off the assembly line.

After a while, he thought he was wrong and climbed up again.

I am the first bubbling of the big mantou:

Miss me so soon?

Warm Wine Hermit:

[Disappointed] Forgot to drag you into the blacklist.

I am a big steamed bun:

……

do not!

Pan Ting dragged "I am a big mantou" into the blacklist, then turned off the computer, and went back to the room refreshed to study what to wear tomorrow.

Goal - Yan pressure!

He began to understand the mood of rubbing the red carpet actress.

Tiangongbang, the most yearned-for holy place for internet writers!

As the leader in the industry, Lei Ting added a rule to the nomination rules in the third year of holding the writers conference: no limit to the writers of this website.As soon as this move came out, there was a lot of excitement in all directions. All major websites said that this award has nothing to do with them, and the writers of this website do not accept nominations from other websites.

But no matter how loud the protest was, it couldn't stop the Thunder from moving forward.The Thunder List was renamed to the more domineering Tiangong List. After the name change, for the first time, it nominated the competitor Zun Me Master, and gave him a big award.Although the great god did not attend the awards ceremony, he was quite proud to mention it afterwards.Over time, the Tiangong Bangbang is no longer a major event that the Lei Ting family pays attention to. Although the most important award still falls in the hands of Lei Ting's own master, no one can deny that the influence of the Tiangong Bangbang is constantly expanding. The trend of authoritative list!

This is why Pan Ting never forgets the Most Influential Diamond Person Award.

To win this award is to be the uncrowned king of the online literature circle this year.

Unfortunately, this year is destined to be the year of Xin Chou.

Live hard and grow ugly.

Pan Ting sighed.

Fortunately, he is here, and it can be regarded as the last piece of pure land reserved for this ugly world.

Lei Ting bought the entire theater as the venue for the ceremony, and the red carpet went all the way from the entrance of the theater, across half of the parking lot.The parking lot is specially arranged to ensure that when each writer arrives, the car can stop in front of the red carpet, and then leave from the other side.

The audience who arrived in advance were arranged to stand on both sides of the red carpet to greet them.

Every time a writer gets off the car, the mobile phones held up high at the scene will make "click" sounds one after another. I don't look at the results of the photos, but only look at the shooting process, which is a bit like the scene of the film and television song awards ceremony.

Mantou Master won the grand prize, and the scene attracted much attention, but he kept a low profile. Only a few male readers cheered with ghosts and ghosts, and the atmosphere was always peaceful.Pan Ting came late and shouldered the heavy responsibility of the finale. He followed the mantou master and warmed up for the boss of the big axis.

As soon as his handsome face appeared, the whole audience was enthusiastic. The female readers screamed and their cell phones and cameras came into battle.

Pan Ting smiled and waved to both sides, letting go of his heart.

In this era of soaring prices, everyone's aesthetics are so firm and have not depreciated, which is really commendable.

The screaming continued until the end of the red carpet.

One second before Pan Ting stepped into the gate, he was still simulating the appropriate smile after seeing the steamed bun master, telling himself that no matter how obscene and shameless the other party is showing off, he must maintain a noble image that does not discriminate against the brain-dead, even if he yells in his heart until the other party is bruised, He never showed a trace of true feelings on his face.

Behind the door, neon colorful lights dazzled his eyes.

The melodious wind chimes are tinkling.

A gust of wind blows head-on.

as if—

In front of him is not a theater, but a thatched hut that leaks wind in winter and rain in summer.

The door swayed and slammed shut behind him.

Pan Ting was startled by the loud sound of closing the door.He glanced around in horror, constantly confirming that the scene in front of him was indeed the inside of the theater, and the colorful lights and wind chimes were just lighting and sound effects.

"Is it here? Is anyone there?"

He moved forward slowly two steps.

"Welcome Lord Yin to the Creator's system space!"

Pan Ting tentatively asked, "Is this a special plan for the awards ceremony? What about the others?"

"They are doing tests in their respective rooms."

Pan Ting was surprised: "There is still a test? What test?" This must be the weirdest awards ceremony in history.

"Tests set by the syllabus."

Sounds like it's for writers.Pan Ting made up his mind: "Should I participate too? Where will I participate?"

"Please go forward 100 meters and enter the small black room mode. I am the man behind the creator and will serve you wholeheartedly."

……

The live-action version of the little black house makes people imagine.

Pan Ting took a step back: "I suddenly remembered that the gas stove at home was not turned off..."

"It must be someone else's gas stove. Your house only has a microwave oven."

"..."

"Win a prize!"

"What kind of prize?"

"Creator Award!"