Holding the tyrant's script but becoming a Mary Sue

"Ah! Remember." Qin He's voice was close to her ear, and she could still hear her light breathing when she was not speaking. Under such circumstances, Lian Cheng knew that she would not be able to keep calm no matter what, but she wanted to There is nowhere to hide.

"I need a notebook." Qin He remembered that Lian Cheng had such a habit of drawing plot diagrams on the notebook with a pen before conceiving a story.

"Yeah." Lian Cheng responded softly, grabbing the collar of the clothes with his hands and shrinking his chin, half of his face was stuffed in.

Huh... my face is so hot.

After her identity was exposed, Lian Cheng thought that Qin He would pursue it, but she turned the page like this. She moved a little bit so that Qin He could open the drawer to get things, and her timid eyes habitually stared at her profile.

Lian Cheng is not used to staring at people, but she is very good at observing others. The more she cares about people, the more time and energy she spends.

After a long time, it has become a habit to fix our eyes on Qin He.

Qin He always wears a low ponytail, with smooth and smooth black hair extending to the center of his back. When he lowered his head to look for something, a few strands of unruly hair came out from the side of his ear and stuck to the side of his face.

Lian Cheng kept staring at that naughty strand of hair, and thought of hooking it behind Qin He's ear countless times, but he still didn't have the courage to reach out.

Looking at it, Qin He suddenly turned her face around, her eyes were very dark, like a bottomless pool of water, looking straight at Lian Cheng at this moment made her feel embarrassed immediately.

"I..." Following the discovery of her secret love, she was caught peeping again, Lian Cheng lowered her head, thinking that even if there were a hundred holes on the ground, she would not be enough to jump into.

"You need to start writing." Qin He spread out the notebook he found on the table.

After finishing speaking, she looked at Lian Cheng's drooping head, a slender neck was exposed from the collar, and the pink color at the base of her ears never faded.

"Let's write." Qin He couldn't hold back, and rubbed the back of Lian Cheng's head, the fluffy hair felt good.

002: Host!Don't you do the main mission!Don't you care about time!Didn't you say that every second of golden rescue time is very important!What are you doing now!

Qin He: I'm working, can't you see it?

002: Are you not in a hurry to go back?

Qin He: I now find that this place is also good, and the time difference can indirectly improve work efficiency.

And you don't have to worry about the things you need to worry about.

The worried fool was right in front of him.

002: QAQ

"Yeah." Afraid that Qin He would bring up any other topics, Lian Cheng immediately grabbed a pen and buried it in his notebook.

When thinking seriously, Lian Cheng habitually leans very close to the table, as if covering everything with her back like this makes her feel very safe.

"Don't hunch your back." A finger tapped on her vest, and Lian Cheng immediately straightened up in fright.

"It's not good for the eyes." Qin Hechi explained further.

"Okay." Lian Cheng obediently sat upright, all preparations were done, but his mind was still empty.

One second... Ten seconds passed, and she still maintained a standard sitting posture, like a sculpture.

Qin He behind her sighed, "Ka Wen?"

"..." Lian Cheng turned his head resentfully, his eyes dimmed, "Bian Qin, I'm so full of thoughts that the domineering president is in love with me, I can't write horror stories."

With just one stroke of the pen, the dialogue is inseparable from the style sentences of "damn", "woman", and "don't try to escape me".

help!She was not such a writer!

Even if he couldn't see Lian Cheng's expression because of the mosaic, Qin He could hear some grievances in her soft and mournful tone.

"I don't blame you." The corners of Qin He's mouth rose, but there was no smile in his eyes, "It's a problem with the script."

006, who was solely in charge of the script, shivered: Am I about to be sued?Call 002!

002 filled with resentment: I have already been deducted from performance, so come down and accompany me.

006: You are not the 002 I am familiar with!

"It's okay, I'll go back and watch a movie for a while to find out how I feel." This is Lian Cheng's usual method. When he has no inspiration, he will go to a few classic ghost movies to watch, and it has been tried and tested.

"Let's see."

So, at the instigation of her little wife, President Shangguan skipped work openly and aboveboard.

Speaking of ghost movies, Lian Cheng is actually terribly afraid, yes, she is afraid, a writer who makes a living by horror novels, is afraid of ghosts.

But she often said that if she was not afraid of ghosts and could not feel that kind of fear, she would not be able to write so many creepy works for readers to read in the middle of the night.

The feeling that has been experienced in person can make people resonate.

"What are you looking at?" Qin He stood beside the TV.

"The Exorcist." Recently, she is more interested in this kind of religious film.

Qin He looked through the menu, but didn't find the movie.

Qin He called 002 in his mind: Wake up, the card has been redeemed.

002, who had just been assessed because of Qin He's OOC, reluctantly said: Can you try your best to maintain your personality, please.

Qin He firmly refused: No, redeem the card.

002: Host No. 006 is a liar, all kindness and kindness are fake!No... She was cheated by you, I want to tell her, let her know everything!

Qin He: Go ahead and redeem the card.

002: Woooooo...

002 reluctantly opened the mall, and helped Qin He exchange an exchange card. The function of this card is to call some small items that have nothing to do with system tasks, such as candy, clothes, and discs, all within the scope of exchange.

Qin He changed the disc without saying a word, put it in the machine, and when he turned around to lean on the sofa, he found that the person who was sitting there had disappeared.

"Where did you go?"

A few minutes later, Lian Cheng came down with a blanket and pillow in her arms. Because the pillow was too big, it covered most of her body and sight. Every time she took a step down the stairs, she had to stick out her toes for a long time.

Looking at her clumsy movements, Qin He couldn't laugh or cry in her heart. In fact, she still hasn't figured out how a person who can write such works has such a dull appearance behind him.

I remembered that fans once suspected that Lian Cheng was actually a middle-aged uncle because of her too direct and bloody narrative style. It was not until a photo of the autograph session was exposed that everyone knew that the "Uncle Lian" who was shouting every day was a 1.5 meters "little guy".

This is mainly due to her somewhat masculine pen name—Lian Cheng, plus Lian Cheng knows how to bow her head at the table to create all day long, and has no time to explain her gender.

Fortunately, such a cute contrast has also brought a lot of searches for Lian Cheng and her works.

"Does it need to be so exaggerated?" With a smile in his voice, Qin He approached Lian Cheng with a few strides, and took the things in her hand.

When his sight regained clarity, Lian Cheng said hesitantly, "Yes."

Qin He found that Lian Cheng always liked to hang her head when she was talking. Her short hair, which was originally ear-level, hadn't been trimmed for a long time, and it was already hanging down to her shoulders. Straight itch.

When I go back, I have to take her to cut it.

"The disc is already in place." Qin He took her pile of "equipment" and piled it on the sofa.

"Okay." Lian Cheng nodded seriously, with a serious expression as if he was preparing for an important ceremony.

She ran to close all the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was an easy task to say, but the Shangguan's house described in the script was a bit too spacious, and Lian Cheng, who had so little exercise, gasped for breath after running all the way down.

Sitting on the sofa, Qin He watched Lian Cheng's movements, and said slowly, "There are so many NPCs who don't do their best, why are you messing around alone?"

Lian Cheng was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at the NPC maids lined up at the edge of the living room, all of them looked excited, as if I would go through fire and water for President Shangguan.

"No... no more."

She is used to handling everything by herself. Even if she asks someone to borrow a pen, she is afraid of disturbing the other party. Even if the NPC in the system is just a string of codes, she can't pass the threshold in her heart.

"Come here." Qin He patted the sofa and pointed to his side, as if calling for a domestic pet.

Lian Cheng walked over slowly, sat down next to the edge of the sofa, and remained motionless.

She didn't even think about watching movies with Bian Qin, she heard that couples like to watch horror movies when they go to the cinema, so rounding it up, she and Bian Qin... are considered a couple!

006: What a rounding, you cultural people are different!

Lian Cheng wrapped the blanket around his body, covering even his furry head, only revealing a pair of mosaic eyeballs.

No, no, no, I can't think about it, the small face under the blanket was so red because of unrealistic fantasies, Lian Cheng hastily slapped it with his hands.

"Can I eat people?" Qin He leaned on the back of the sofa chair with one hand, and looked at her sideways, his movements were careless, but his eyes were very oppressive.

Even if Lian Cheng knew that she couldn't see the expression on his face, he still felt uncomfortable being stared at.

"No……"

"Then come here." Qin He tapped on the back of the sofa, "Aren't you afraid, I'm the only living person left in this room."

At this time, the beginning of the movie has already started to play, and the depressing background music suddenly rang in the hall that Lian Cheng carefully created to create a great movie-watching atmosphere. The hairs on his arms immediately stood up, and he felt as if some creature that did not belong to this world had already stood on his body.

She turned her neck stiffly, and glanced at a row of NPCs who were waiting in the back. The exaggerated smiles on the faces of these people looked weird, and the light was already dim. She could see the horror she had seen before in a blink of an eye. The cleft girl in the film.

"I'm coming!" Lian Cheng quickly moved his body, wrapped in a blanket and moved closer to Qin He's side like a loach, but he stopped only at a safe distance from her.

Qin He didn't speak, stood up silently and went to the side to get a pillow, and when he sat down again, he was rarely close enough to Lian Cheng's body.

Lian Cheng huddled in the blanket with her feet together, but the thin blanket couldn't block the sense of touch. Her eyelashes trembled, her eyes drooped, and she saw Qin He's thigh exposed under her skirt leaning on her arm.

Carefully observing Qin He's facial expression again, her gaze was fixed on the TV screen, and she was more serious than someone who needed to find inspiration.

Now she didn't dare to move anymore, she quietly took out the prepared notebook from her arms, put it on her bent knees, and looked at the movie with her round eyes, ready to enter the state.

However, after her eyes moved away, the corner of Qin He's mouth, who was leaning against her, evoked an ambiguous smile, and his eyes sparkled.

Qin He doesn't know where his bad taste comes from. It's interesting to see others in distress. This bad taste can be magnified more than ten times in Lian Cheng.

Maybe it's because I'm used to being a good person in front of others, and occasionally some negative emotions will faintly arise in my heart, and I want to break the shell of that restraint.

However, she has worked very hard to prevent herself from going too far. In her eyes, Lian Cheng is more fragile than those antique vases bought at mom's auction.

Lian Cheng was very quiet while watching the film, except for occasionally writing with a pen on the paper, he seldom did other actions.

Through a series of foreshadowings, the film gradually leads to the climax of the plot, and the situation of the protagonist being possessed becomes more and more serious.

The protagonist's mother chooses to take her to see a psychiatrist, but by mistake, the psychiatrist's hypnosis awakens the demon in her body.

Lian Cheng stopped writing in his hands, obviously terrified in his heart, but tightened the blanket and stared at the screen intently, this may be the charm of horror movies.

"Afraid?" Qin He asked from the side. Compared with Lian Cheng's nervousness, she seemed much more contented. She was still habitually crossing her legs, with slippers hanging loosely on her toes.

Lian Cheng didn't speak, but shook her head quickly. She had actually watched it many times and knew the plot behind it, but she was still frightened every time she came to a famous scene.

When the camera came to the bedroom, the demon in the protagonist's body drove her to commit self-mutilation. The mother went up to stop her, but was injured instead.

It was coming, and Lian Cheng knew that the famous scene of the little girl turning her head 180 degrees would follow immediately.

This shot is not bloody, but the weird expression on the girl's face and the overly realistic special effects makeup appear in her dreams again and again at night.

"Qin...Qin Bian..." Lian Cheng called Qin He subconsciously, the hand holding the blanket had already been changed to Qin He's arm, and he was holding her so tightly that his nails were sinking into the skin.

"afraid?"

"Hmm..." This time, Lian Cheng couldn't be brave anymore.

"Okay." The smile in Qin He's eyes almost spilled out of his eyes, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he pressed fast forward with the remote control.

call……

Lian Cheng let go of Qin He's arm, and retracted into the blanket again. Qin He looked over and found that Lian Cheng's notebook spread out on his lap had already written down two pages.

"Written?"

"I roughly sorted out my thoughts." Lian Cheng turned a page, and it turned out that he had memorized a lot earlier, "The classics are indeed classics, and you can learn something every time you read them."

"Let me take a look." Qin He reached out to get the notebook, but Lian Cheng noticed the mark on her arm.

The crescent moon marks on the smooth skin were all cut out by his nails. Lian Cheng hurriedly touched it with his fingertips worriedly, and asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts." Qin He held back a smile to see Lian Cheng worried about him.

Lian Cheng's body was thin everywhere, but her hands were surprisingly fleshy. They looked like children's hands. With a thought, Qin He grabbed her hands and squeezed them, exerting a little strength.

Staring at Lian Cheng's reddened little hand, Qin He raised the corner of his mouth: "This is my 'revenge'."

"Sorry……"

Qin He rubbed his index finger and thumb hanging on the side of his leg, thinking: It is indeed as imagined, and it feels like a child's hand, small and soft.

Returning the notebook again, Qin He changed the topic, "Let's write, and I will code on the computer later."

The topic turned back to serious matters, Lian Cheng immediately changed his state, and started to write and draw again with a pen in his hand.

Her handwriting is very small, she writes very hard, and holds the pen with great strength, so the calluses on her middle fingers are getting thicker and thicker.

Qin He leaned over suddenly and held Lian Cheng's hand. The skeleton of her hand was a little bigger than Lian Cheng's, and it happened to completely hug her in the palm of his hand. "You have always held the pen in the wrong posture. It takes too much effort to write like this."

"Ah..." Lian Cheng curled up his fingertips.

This problem has been said by the teacher since she was a child. When she writes, she always wraps her thumb around her index finger, and she always feels that this is the only way to fully hold the pen.

"What are you doing shrinking?" Qin He's voice was laughing beside her ear, and the breath from the tip of her nose brushed past, causing waves in Lian Cheng's heart.

He had no choice but to follow Qin He's strength, adjust his pen-holding posture, and withdraw from the temperature behind him that did not belong to him.

Lian Cheng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but he didn't dare to show any expression on his face.