When I Found the Heroine As a Teenager

"What are you whispering about?"

Lin Qiushui gave up fighting each other with Zhao Tianhang and raised her voice to Xia Wan.

"Talk about Langlang's vest line."

When it came to this topic, the two male compatriots fell silent.

Lin Qiushui was in grief and indignation when he mentioned this. He once threatened to train his abdominal muscles for a month to catch up with Zhou Qinglang, but after moving for two days, he suffered from a sore stomach and became a salty fish.

As for Zhao Tianhang, as a scholar, it is his gentleman's principle to speak but not hands. He once broke his wrist and lost to Zhou Qinglang in three games. Although he is in good shape, his abdominal muscles do not exist.

"Hey, look at this waistcoat line. It is long and wide, just like a hot pot restaurant. The pot is big and round. Let's eat Mandarin duck pot. How about the tomato pot bottom?"

Lin Qiushui changed the subject abruptly, not wanting to recall the sad things.

"I eat spicy."

Xia Wan Shuang said that the hot pot does not eat spicy food, and it simply loses the soul.

"You said how can you eat spicy food so much."

Zhao Tianhang remembered the fear of being dominated by the spicy chicken that Xia Wan double cooked.

The day before entering junior high school, the four of them ate at Shuangjia in the summer evening. They made spicy chicken and mapo tofu boiled pork slices on the summer evening. Lin Qiushui’s **** was red and swollen that night, and he was so spicy afterwards. I quit chili, and I eat mushrooms or tomatoes when I eat hot pot.

"yummy."

Xia Wan Shuang didn't know that Lin Qiushui couldn't eat spicy food so much, and the peppers in Tongli were not very spicy. In short, eating Xia Wan Shuang was okay. I didn't expect it would cause such a big shadow to Lin Qiushui.

Zhao Tianhang does not eat spicy food, simply because of the light snacks, Jiang Wan's dishes are light and sweet, so Zhao Tianhang can't eat spicy food.

Zhou Qinglang is different. He used to eat everything. After moving out with the summer evening, he cooked by himself. Of course, he cooked according to his own taste. All he cooked was Sichuan cuisine and Hunan cuisine, or all-purpose hot pepper, so Zhou Qinglang also liked spicy food. .

When they arrived at the destination, Zhou Qinglang and Lin Qiushui tied their bicycles, and the four of them entered the hot pot restaurant.

The hot pot requires everyone to eat together to have the atmosphere. Lin Qiushui ordered the Mandarin Duck Pot, half spicy and half tomato. When the bottom of the pot came up, Lin Qiushui felt a dull pain in his buttocks when he saw the dried chili and sesame pepper floating on the side.

The hot pot restaurant separates each seat with a wooden carved fence, and the decoration is mainly dark red, which looks like a river and lake.

Scents are floating in the air. Girls next door are eating and discussing their favorite celebrities or gossiping. The table in front is a pair of young lovers, who act intimately and talk quietly, plain and full of earthly smoke and fire.

Because it is a new store, the service and sanitation are all in place. In the summer evening, Shuang was ready to get up and scoop some small materials. Zhou Qinglang held it down, and simply stopped moving. Watching Zhou Qinglang walk out, Lin Qiushui and Zhao Tianhang also went there and stayed in Xia. The late pair was looking at the schoolbag in place.

Zhou Qinglang scooped Laoganma pepper with chopped peanuts and coriander and put them aside.

"I'm fine, this is both pairs, I will give her a piece of it."

Lin Qiushui saw the red peppers in the small bowl and thought of the peppers at the bottom of the pot. He felt that the girls were really terrifying.

"Let it go, I can take it myself."

Zhou Qinglang curled his mouth and scooped a large spoonful of vinegar into his bowl.

"Tsk, this is too much care, you take your sister too tightly, right."

For Lin Qiushui, Zhou Qinglang is his cousin in the legal sense, and the relationship between the two is OK. They can play together and fight together. Zhou Qinglang can also copy his homework for him, except for the summer doubles.

Because of the grace of homework, Lin Qiushui was Zhou Qinglang's ear-reporting **** in their class, but in fact, Lin Qiushui felt that Zhou Qinglang was really not enough.

"Also let you eat spicy pot."

"Destroy humanity!"

Lin Qiushui left angrily and went to the table to denounce Zhou Qinglang's excessiveness to Xia Wanshuang.

"She just doesn't feel safe."

Xia Wan smiled, knowing that Zhou Qinglang was too dependent on her, and felt that this was not good.

When I was young, it could be said that children have a strong desire for monopolization and insecurity, and they can get better when they grow up, but now it seems that it is getting more and more serious.

Xia Wanshuang thought about going back to talk to Zhou Qinglang about keeping her distance, but after Zhou Qinglang scalded the first piece of meat to her, the idea was forgotten.

For Zhou Qinglang, she is the closest person in the world, but for Xia Wanshuang, what does Zhou Qinglang mean to her is not so.

It has been more than four years in this world, saying that it is not long or short, and there are so many things that she has experienced, which makes her vaguely feel that this is reality, and her previous life is blurred.

The only thing that can remind her that she is here to do the task is the system.

But the system has disappeared for several months.

At first, the system didn't say anything for the whole day, and Xia Wanshuang hadn't noticed anything wrong. It wasn't until the third day of the second day that she realized what seemed to be missing.

The system tells her that because there is no continuous supply, its energy is already insufficient, and it must fall into sleep to keep it running.

Then it appeared once a week to once a month. The summer evening doubles counted. It has been four months since the system last spoke.

The silence of the system made Xia Wanshuang gradually blur the line, and Xia Wanshuang couldn't tell what it was like in her heart. She just wanted to raise her cubs with peace of mind and watch them happily together.

If you don't have to act as a rival, of course it's better.

Xia Wanshuang is actually quite afraid that Zhou Qinglang will rely too much on her, and then there will be some ghost plots that will hand over her boyfriend.

"Shuangshuang, Shuangshuang, why are you in a daze, did you hear what I said just now?"

Lin Qiushui yelled a few times to make Xia Wan regain consciousness.

"Huh? Just lost your mind, what did you say?"

"I ask you if the house on Qingcheng Road has been rented out."

"I haven't found the next tenant yet, what's the matter?"

Xia Wan raised her eyebrows and looked at Lin Qiushui, waiting for his next words.

After receiving the copyright fees, Xia Wanshuang did not deposit the money in the bank for interest, nor did he invest in stocks.

She used most of the money to buy another house, which was in a very good location on Qingcheng Road.

The remaining money is invested in a milk tea shop and dividends are paid on time.

Although I don’t have much money on my hands, it’s still enough for food and clothing. With the monthly rent, it’s a pretty good time.

Qingcheng Road is close to No. 1 Middle School. The tenant of Xiawan Shuangshang is two senior high school students. After the college entrance examination, they moved out. Xiawan Shuang hasn't found a new one.

She intends to stay there temporarily after she and Zhou Qinglang go to a high school, but there is still more than a year, so she is not in a hurry.

"There are people on my side who want to rent. I will introduce you to the ones that don't need money. You can hold back."

Lin Qiushui grabbed a piece of shrimp and slid it up, and said vaguely.

"So righteous?"

Zhao Tianhang raised his eyebrows as a pun.

"He always takes people back anyway, maybe it's not the same one, what's wrong with charging more."

Lin Qiushui looked righteous and awe-inspiring, took a sip of orange juice and wiped his mouth with a tissue.

"But Shuang'er, if you mind, you don't have to rent it."

"It's okay if it doesn't damage my house, and it can be rented at any price."

"That's fine, I'll let him contact you when I look back."

In the summer evening, they continued to cook the hot pot. After eating the hot pot, the four people got on two bicycles, paralleled each other on the same road, and then separated at the fork.

As soon as I got home on the summer evening, I lost my schoolbag and took off my shoes and lay on the sofa.

The basic tone of the home style is blue. In summer and evening, we prefer blue. There are three bedrooms, two living rooms and one bathroom, which is simple and warm.

Xia Wanshuang originally planned to make one study room, one for himself and one for Zhou Qinglang, but when Xia Wanshuang moved in, he was only twelve years old and Zhou Qinglang was only eight years old. She timidly expressed that she wanted to live with her sister. Together, they lived in the same room, and the other was empty as a utility room.

"Sister, drink some water."

It was autumn and the hot water machine at home was always on. Zhou Qinglang poured a cup of warm water for Xia Wanshuang and stuffed it into Xia Wanshuang's hands.

The hot water runs down the throat and enters the stomach, bringing a burst of warmth.

"It's a bit too supportive."

Xia Wan rubbed his stomach and slumped on the sofa.

Zhou Qinglang put his hands on Xia Wanshuang's belly, mainly on the stomach, making a clockwise circle to rub Xia Wanshuang's belly.

In the summer evening, I was rubbed lazily, like a cat with an open belly, lethargic.

When a person is full, blood will flow toward the stomach to promote digestion, leading to mental distress.

Zhou Qinglang rubbed it and found that the person leaning on him had fallen asleep.

Zhou Qinglang carefully withdrew his hand, hugged Xia Wanshuang, and entered the bedroom.

Zhou Qinglang has been relatively strong since he was a child. In addition, he used to deliberately exercise when he wanted to help his sister. He worked hard to grow taller. As he wished, he changed from a child who could only look up to his sister to a child who could hold her sister.

When Xia Wanshuang was put on the bed, she felt a little bit, but she was so sleepy, her eyelids drooped a few times, and she fell asleep.

Zhou Qinglang adjusted the lights, sat at the desk, and started to do his homework.

Zhou Qinglang finished his political homework in a scribbled handwriting, and took out the Xia Wan Shuang, and began to write political questions for the Xia Wan Shuang with neat strokes.

There are many words, my sister knows how to write it, and she has no problem writing it.

There was a slight vibration in the room. Zhou Qinglang looked at the sound source and took out his mobile phone from Xia Wanshuang's pocket.

Nowadays, the classmates are popular with the q Penguin contact information. The phone vibrated in the summer and evening pairs. Someone sent her a message.

Zhou Qinglang boarded q, saw the message on the screen, tightened his eyebrows.

Why is this person again? Isn't it enough to be warned by her today? He even dared to send a message to her sister.

[Chen Houyan]: I beg you, come out and meet with me, and talk in person

[Chen Houyan]: Today is my birthday, my best hope is to see you

[Chen Houyan]: I know you don’t like me, but I really like you very much. From the moment you handed me a tissue at the beginning of school, I already fell in love with you uncontrollably [face red]

Do you love your mother?

Zhou Qinglang's face was gloomy, her fingers creaked, and she could no longer resist the urge to hit someone through the screen.

Zhou Qinglang moved his finger and uttered three words.

[Summer Evening Double]: Where are you?

After seeing the address sent by the other party, Zhou Qinglang put the phone in his pocket, glanced at Xia Wan Shuang who was asleep, and moved out gently.

The place Lin Houyan arranged to meet was in front of a flower shop. When Zhou Qinglang arrived, he was holding a bunch of roses looking forward to it. After seeing Zhou Qinglang, his expression changed. Watching Zhou Qinglang approach step by step, he still mustered the courage to stand. Stay still.

"I think it's good for your parents to give you this name, Houyan, it's really shameless, don't you take what I warned you to say today?"

"This is between me and Xia Wan Shuang, it has nothing to do with you."

Lin Houyan was trembling when she said this, shivering under the shadow of Zhou Qinglang.

He kept doing psychological construction for himself. Zhou Qinglang was just a child. If he weren't skipping a grade, he was still a primary school student, so don't be afraid of her, but Zhou Qinglang was as tall as him, and he rubbed him on the court!

Thinking of being humiliated and ridiculed by everyone during the day, Lin Houyan's expression became even more ugly.

"My sister's matter is of course related to me. I really don't know how you are embarrassed to entangle you twice and three times. It is obvious that my sister has already rejected you."

Zhou Qinglang's tone was not good, after all, in her eyes, the person in front of her was no different from the leper who wanted to eat swan meat.

She is long and thin, and she is not handsome in appearance. There are also a few pimples. His academic performance is even 200 years away. There is no such thing as temperament. It is greasy and wretched. The Xiawan Shuang refused several times. Just like this person is Xiaoqiang who can't be beaten to death, he kept jumping in front of them, and Lin Qiushui blocked him once when he returned. He didn't expect this person to be so annoying and still persist.

"It's her business that she refuses me. It's not your turn to intervene. Didn't I make an appointment with her?"

"Who the **** gave you the face that gave you such confidence?"

Zhou Qinglang laughed angrily, not knowing where this person's superiority came from.

"Aren't you going to see my sister, my sister is here, just wait in front, come over."

The smile in Zhou Qinglang's eyes was not warm, and he walked forward with his hands in his pockets.

Lin Houyan was skeptical in place, still holding a rose to follow.

When he walked to a remote place, Zhou Qinglang turned around and kicked. Lin Houyan was caught off guard and fell to the ground with the kick. The rose dropped his hand and fell aside.

"Zhou Qinglang! You hit me!"

Zhou Qinglang sneered and squeezed his fingers.

"Now let me tell you whether I am qualified to intervene in my sister's affairs."

There will be no second person in the world who is more qualified to intervene than her.

Zhou Qinglang's hands were black, and he focused on hitting where it hurts and didn't leave much trace. Lin Qiushui taught her to do bad things without leaving a special skill.

Lin Houyan yelled as he was beaten, and yelled to warn the teacher.

Zhou Qinglang directly put the rose in his mouth to block his mouth, and stepped on the most important position for men.

Lin Houyan's eyes widened, her face full of horror.

The pain from below and the fear of being abolished combined exceeded the sum of all the punches and kicks before. Lin Houyan shook his head and looked at Zhou Qinglang pleadingly.

"Sure enough, hit a snake and hit seven inches."

Zhou Qinglang murmured, and the toe of the shoe was slightly hard.

Lin Houyan's mouth was covered by rose petals, and his body was shaking like chaff.

"Will you pester my sister next time?"

Lin Houyan shook his head immediately.

Zhou Qinglang retracted his feet, glanced at his feet in disgust, stepped on a fallen rose petal, and left the place.

After expelling an annoying fly, her mood improved a lot.

Zhou Qinglang took out the key to open the door, and when the door was closed, the sound of Xia Wanshuang suddenly sounded shocked her, like a child who had just returned from a bad thing and was afraid of being discovered by his parents.

"How did you go out?"

In the summer evening, Shuang just woke up, poured himself a cup of hot water and drank slowly.

"Go out and buy some fruit."

Zhou Qinglang shook the plastic bag in his hand and put the fruit on the dining table.

"Then I'll get a fruit salad to eat later."

Summer evening doubled and yawned and walked into the room as he talked.

"good."

Xia Wanshuang planned to take her pajamas to take a shower, and she mixed with her clothes in the closet. While she was holding the pajamas, she also helped Zhou Qinglang get them by the way.

Originally, the summer evening pair intended to hang the clothes of the two people on both sides, so that you can pick your own, which is clear at a glance, but Zhou Qinglang always hangs the wrong clothes, and often mixes her clothes into her clothes. The previous few summer evening pairs It will be hung up, and I don't bother to do it later, so I just let the clothes of the two people hang together.

Zhou Qinglang actually did it deliberately. Every time she saw her own clothes in the closet and her sister's clothes pasted together, she felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.

After taking a shower in the summer evening, Shuang sits at the computer desk and knocks on the computer.

Zhu Xue is asking her about the new book, and she hasn't heard anything for nearly half a year.

The previously sold ip was filmed and aired when she was in the sixth grade, and the response was very good, especially the last big reversal, which made many viewers remember.

After that, Xia Wanshuang wrote another urban essay and sold it for publication. After that, he stopped writing.

Readers speculated whether she was ill, or whether she had closed the pen, Xia Wanshuang just responded and was resting.

She was indeed taking a break, because she hadn't figured out what to write in the next book, so she dragged it to the present.

[Edit Zhuxue]: Otherwise, you can write the same type of Gongdou or Zhaidou. The frame does not need to be as magnificent as before. Now the audience for this subject matter is also very large. Oh, it’s okay to sell ip

Zhu Xue is also worried. Second, she is the only author at the level of a great **** in her hand, and she also pursues her writing. She doesn't want her to stop writing like this.

[Two again]: I don’t want to write

It is naturally impossible for the summer evening to have trouble with the money, but for the time being, there is no idea of ​​opening this type of book.

[Editor Zhu Xue]: Otherwise, open a campus essay. This kind of good writing also has an audience, and it is easy to remake and publish, but its limitations are also there.

Campus literature can make money, but it's all small money. Because of the low difficulty of remakes and low investment costs, you can generally make money back without losing money. Low-cost web dramas still like campus literature.

[Two again]: I can't write campus literature

This is the limitation of summer evening doubles.

Although she is very young now, only in the second grade, her soul is no longer as bold and straightforward as she is at this age, not to mention that she doesn't know what it feels like to be in love at first.

In her two urban essays, men and women are more or less mixed with interests in their feelings. You come and go, or desire or temptation. There is no juvenile innocence. Not to mention the one about the palace fighting. The Lord killed him, what else did he love?

Her style of writing is sophisticated, and a few words can outline the court's quirky situation, but she can't write about the youthful heat.

[Edit Zhu Xue]: Do you have any thoughts next?

[Two again]: Yes, I want to write about criminal investigation.

The person on the other side of the screen typed and deleted, and finally sent four words.

[Edit Zhuxue]: You can give it a try.

[Two again]: I need time to prepare, it may be a long time, if I get the outline, I will show it to you

[Edit Zhuxue]: Okay, no problem

[Edit Zhuxue]: By the way, do you want to hold the signing event?

The third urban essay published by Xia Wan Shuang is currently on sale, so it should be a good idea to have an autograph session.

[Two and again]: Not going

Second, he is a very low-key writer on the website. He has never shown his face, and has not posted photos on the forum. The interviews in magazines and periodicals are only text, and the published books only have brief introductions.

Many Heizi maliciously speculated that she was particularly ugly. Zhu Xue was a person who had seen photos, and was particularly unconvinced. When she first publicized the book, she wanted to use the gimmick of a beauty writer, but she was still stopped by Xia Wanshuang.

[Editor Zhuxue]: At the end of this year, our website will hold an author conference at the headquarters. Will you come?

[Two and again]: Not going

The headquarters of the website is the hometown of Zhou Qinglang.

Although the current plot has long been messed up, Xia Wanshuang still wants to stick to the timeline and let the plot happen within the specified time.

[Edit Zhuxue]: Sister, you are too cold, are you really not coming? I still want to see the beauties live

Jiang Wan is older than Zhu Xue, so Zhu Xue always calls her sister.

[Two Again]: Busy, not free

Xia Wanshuang has not forgotten that he is still a second year student and will go to school at the end of the year.

After chatting with Zhuxue, Xia Wanshuang continued to look at the computer for information.

She said that it was not a whim that she wanted to write criminal investigation essays. Before that, she had read a lot of the same type, and then read various books, such as criminal psychology, criminal investigation, etc., to investigate various cases, from From the newspapers on the forum, some cases were too cruel and bloody, or too cruel and selfish, making her frown.

The slightly cool fingers put the water vapor on the middle of Xia Wanshuang's eyebrows, rubbing and pressing.

"Sister, frowning all the time, wrinkles are easy to grow, eat fruit first, see why you are so unhappy."

"I just saw the case. A high school student was ridiculed and suppressed by the suitor of the goddess because he had a crush on the campus goddess. The originally suppressed character became more silent. During a beating and scolding, he was unbearably humiliated and committed suicide by jumping off the building. After learning about it, his mother had a mental breakdown and hit the wall. Suicide, grandma fell into a trance and fell from the building, leaving only his father in the family of four."

"After his father buried his family, he also wanted to drink pesticides to commit suicide, but he attempted suicide and was rumored by relatives that he had genetic mental illness. In the end, his father couldn't stand jumping off the building, and the family's inheritance was divided by relatives."

Not much cruel, not too abnormal, it seems to be just a corner of ordinary life, but every word is suppressed, revealing selfish humanity.

Zhou·The number one follower of the goddess·Qing·The Ming Lover·Lang who has just beaten the stalker: ………

Zhou Qinglang was silent for a while, took out the phone from his pocket, opened the group, found Lin Houyan, and sent him a full stop.

[Lin Houyan]:?

[Zhou Qinglang]: Live well

[Lin Houyan]:! ! !

[Lin Houyan]: I really know I was wrong, and I will never pester her again! Stop threatening me, please qaq

【Zhou Qinglang】:…………

What's wrong with this person, can't she understand the humanitarian care in her words?

However, watching this state is alive and kicking, he shouldn't commit suicide. Zhou Qinglang felt relieved and put the phone back in his pocket.

Xia Wanshuang looked at the information for a while again. The brains full of corpses and fruits couldn't eat much.

"Sister, it's getting late, go to bed."

Zhou Qinglang saw that the pointer was pointing to eleven o'clock, and Xia Wan Shuang was circled from behind, urging her to sleep quickly.

Xia Wanshuang closed the web page, and when he got up, he brushed Zhou Qinglang's arm with his chest, gasping in pain.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Qinglang immediately became nervous and saw the painful color on Xia Wan's face.

"nothing."

Xia Wan shook his head, his chest was hot.

This is a normal developmental process, but it is really painful to be touched. It feels hot and painful, and the pain is very sharp.

"Did you hurt somewhere? Let me see and I'll help you blow."

Zhou Qinglang felt that Xia Wanshuang might have bruised it, but why didn't she show it to her?

The author has something to say: blowing neinei~