Waste Strong Foundation

Chang Pufan, a freelance writer, has had a hard time these two weeks.

He has more than one account on a certain flap, and they are somewhat related to each other. It is only a matter of time before they are found out to be the same person.

Not to mention anything else, his "chafan overturning" phenomenon that has attracted hundreds of thousands of comments has attracted the attention of the self-media.

The Internet is full of short videos, manuscripts, and emojis that ridicule his answers, and some malicious people are trying to find out his real identity and address—it’s also because he doesn’t pay attention to personal privacy protection, and when promoting his new book Positioning is enabled.

Of course, everyone said that the Internet has no memory, so he took his wife to hide in the countryside for two months and he was fine.

But his son Xiaoxiao is still repeating his studies.

45 days later is the college entrance examination, this matter must not be noticed by the children.

Chang Pu Fanwo was so worried at home that his hair fell out in handfuls, and he and his wife quarreled several times over trivial matters.

What he never expected was that there was a self-media who wanted to go crazy and went straight to the school to interview his son.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Xiao Xiao had just finished class, pushed her bicycle out of the school gate, and was dumbfounded when she heard what had happened by the flower bed.

The man holding the camera was afraid that he would run away, so he asked anxiously, "Student, do you have anything to say?"

Xiao Xiao was also in a hurry, she lowered her head to sort out the manuscript, and suddenly changed her mind when facing the black camera and the man with a fleshy face.

He couldn't apologize on behalf of his father.

Just as a father will eventually understand that he, too, cannot make decisions for his grown son.

Xiao Xiao glanced at the camera, her eyes were black and white.

The man holding the camera took half a step back for no reason.

Xiao Xiao rode her bike all the way home, and just about to talk about today's strange event, her forehead was reddened by the flying cardboard box.

The F letter icon of the holographic game "Waste" is painted on the front of the box.

Chang Pufan said coldly: "You fucking use my money to play games. You want to pass the 211 exam again."

Xiao Xiao couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end, and his heart was beating thumpingly.

He was most afraid of his father asking him in such a sour and sarcastic tone.

"I, I... Dad, when school is over today..."

"I said, how did you stand up all of a sudden that day. Well, when did you buy this game console for four or five thousand?"

"Just... the end of March, but—"

Before Xiao Xiao could finish speaking, Chang Pufan was kicked out of the door by the furious Chang Pufan.

Chang Pufan's pent-up and grievance broke out completely in the past two weeks, and he shouted: "Get out! Your mother/forced dog! Get out if you don't want to study! I sit in front of the computer and type every day, and I get sick from typing. I give lectures everywhere to make up for my smile. Who are you selling the fucking book for? Ah?!"

Xiao Xiao's eyes were red, she gritted her teeth, and confessed everything: "Dad, you know that the day at the end of March is the day when the monthly exam results come out, what did I want to do? I did well in the exam, maybe I can get into Tsinghua University. But I'm very unhappy, very unhappy, and I want to die."

"You fucking might as well die now!" Chang Pufan didn't show mercy, and after the ridicule, he was a little scared, and the corners of his eyes twitched physiologically.

"But, I won the lottery that day, and I went to the station to get back "Trash". The probability is one in 67, I am so lucky, right, Dad? This game is like a real different world, even in the middle of the night, I I can also see many peers who are stronger than me and harder than me, the stars in the night sky are so many and bright, lying in the house I built, I can smell the fragrance of pine needles.”

Xiao Xiao couldn't say any lyrical and artistic sentences for a while, but almost choked up.

His attitude was suddenly very tough, and he interrupted his father frequently, telling out little by little the pressure and anxiety since the re-reading. Shout: "Dad."

Chang Pufan was terrified and had to keep silent.

Xiao Xiao: "The college entrance examination will be up soon, and I will take it easy. How about this, I promise you, I will definitely be admitted to Tsinghua University, so that you will have face in front of your old classmates, and let those who scold you online for being bad money and black "trash" A little disappointed. Well, I promise you."

This is not a promise, but a handout.

It is a kind of comfort wrapped in family affection and forbearance.

It was a coincidence that the cries of the unreasonable brat downstairs stopped abruptly.

"--What? You!" Chang Pufan watched his son walk into the bedroom, feeling exhausted, he propped up his knees and inhaled heavily.

At this time, the wife came out of the study and said angrily: "Look, Lao Chang, I trust him, so I don't watch the surveillance every day. I feel that he wears a game console and plays under the covers all night! How could his academic performance not be good?" Descend! I'm pissed off!"

Chang Pufan feebly glanced at the surveillance video on his wife's phone.

The side face of the son sitting at the desk brushing the questions is green and lonely, obviously already an adult.

The father was heartbroken and said in a hoarse voice, "Calm down. When my son goes to school tomorrow, I will remove the surveillance in his room."

"Ah? Lao Chang, what do you mean? You can't be discouraged. Xiao Xiao is so dead, you father must wake him up!"

"Oh, my wife, that's it. Don't bother your son tonight, there is something wrong with me, me! Alas! I will tell you tomorrow."

He watched the live broadcast and commentary video related to "Trash" all night, and when it was dawn, he wiped his cheek vigorously.

Fei Mingqiu received Chang Pufan's public apology letter, his eyes flashed with surprise, and he asked Shang Yuan: "Is this person stimulated?"

After all, he is an entrepreneurial young man who has come into contact with many "Changpu Fans". Middle-aged people engaged in column creation will hardly admit mistakes.

After all, the pen is the weapon of the "Changpufans". How can someone break their own weapon? Be thick-skinned, and nothing will happen after the wind blows.

Shang Yuan lazily turned over, threw the empty cigarette case into the trash can, and continued to lie down and read, "Maybe."

Fei Mingqiu caught a glimpse of Shang Yuan's abdominal muscles when he turned over, his face was a little hot, and when he looked up again, he saw that Shang Yuan was looking at him smiling, so he also laughed frankly.

He thought for a while and deduced, "Are you trying to say... If he doesn't apologize today, you'll hack his hard drive?"

Shang Yuan turned over a page of the book and hummed ambiguously.

Not only is yawning contagious, so is fishing.

Fei Mingqiu wasn't sleepy at first, but seeing Shang Yuan lazily and seeing the cloudy sky outside, he was able to prop up his chin to write the plot text at first, and then slowly slid to the floor.

His brain cells became more and more active, and his spirit was extremely easily exhausted.

It's justifiable to sleep for a while in broad daylight, right?

……

After finishing a short story, Shang Yuan closed the book and was just about to get up when he saw the young man lying down beside his lap with his arms pillowed and his head buried.

It's better for the two of you to sleep together.