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Chapter 555 "Chameleon" (first update, please subscribe)
When Lin Xuan said that he would not participate in the short story exchange just now, many people showed disappointment on their faces.

Especially Huaxia's netizens are even more boring.

After all, they were here for Lin Xuan, otherwise, who would pay attention to these royal banquets?

I can't see it well.

I can't understand it.

So if it wasn't for Lin Xuan, ghosts would watch the live broadcast.

"It's gone. It's gone."

"Brother Xuan doesn't participate in the exchange, what's the point?"

"Yeah, not interested at all."

"..."

But just as everyone was about to leave, they heard Lin Xuan's decision to participate in the short story exchange.

moment!

The audience became restless.

However, the more shocking thing was yet to come, because they clearly heard that Lin Xuan was going to write a short story temporarily, and it was based on Aubrey as the prototype.

Impromptu fiction?
There was absurdity in everyone's eyes.

Especially Jerome, whose eyeballs almost protruded. A few minutes ago, he said that short stories were unlikely to be improvised, but when he turned his head, Lin Xuan slapped himself hard.If he hadn't been sure that he had no conflict with Lin Xuan, he even felt that Lin Xuan was against him.

In the live broadcast room, the blood of Huaxia netizens surged up immediately.

"Hahaha, Brother Xuan is here again!"

"I just said how could brother Xuan sit still."

"Lin Xuan has such a good heart to customize novels for Aubrey? I always feel something is wrong."

"That Aubrey is just a dog lick, not a fun thing."

"I also feel that Lin Xuan would not be so kind."

"..."

on site.

Jerome swallowed his saliva, and saw that Lin Xuan started writing impromptu novels immediately after he finished speaking.He took a deep breath, calmed down the turmoil in his heart, and immediately pushed away the crowd and walked to Lin Xuan.

As for Conrad, Douglas and other literary bigwigs, they also walked over quickly.

Lin Xuan had just written a few words when he found everyone surrounded him.

He stopped writing, smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Jerome, let's start the communication session first. It may take a while for me to finish writing the novel, and I will communicate with you after I finish writing."

Jerome smiled wryly: "Mr. Lin, it's not that we don't communicate. If you do this, we people don't have the desire to communicate. Take a look..."

After speaking, he pointed out.

Lin Xuan followed his fingers and turned his head to look, and saw that almost everyone in the castle hall was focused on him, and all the media reporters pointed all kinds of long guns and short cannons at him.In this case, even if Jerome and the others were engaged in literary exchanges, it is estimated that no one would pay attention.

"Forehead……"

Lin Xuan rubbed the center of his brows, and said helplessly, "Okay, since this is the case, I will speed up and try to finish this article as soon as possible."

"..."

After hearing Lin Xuan's words, Jerome and others looked at each other in blank dismay.

Boost?

Trying to finish it early?

Especially Douglas, as a famous short story writer in the world today, he doesn't know how long it takes to conceive and how many times to revise each novel before it can be finished.It can be said that any short story he publishes basically takes two or three months to polish from conception to completion.

So when they heard Lin Xuan's words, they felt like they were listening to the Arabian Nights.

"Then...you can continue writing."

Jerome could only nod.

"Ah."

Lin Xuan continued to pick up the pen, ignoring the eyes of the people around him and began to sink into the creation.

Everyone's eyes focused on the paper in front of him, and after seeing the title of the short story written by Lin Xuan, they all showed puzzled expressions.

"chameleon?"

"What do you mean?"

"Didn't Lin Xuan say it was a novel based on Aubrey?"

"Yeah, what does that have to do with Aubrey?"

"The name of this short story is too strange."

"Don't worry, let's see what Lin Xuan will write."

"..."

Soon, the surrounding discussions gradually disappeared, and everyone became quiet, watching Lin Xuan writing furiously.

As for the employees of Big Cat Live, relying on the fact that they are under the Lin Xuan company, they came to the front with the camera in their arms, and pointed the camera at the scene of Lin Xuan writing.

on paper.

Lines of text are displayed:
["The police officer Ochumelov, wearing a new military overcoat, crossed the market square with a small bag in his hand. Behind him was a policeman with reddish brown hair, carrying a thick basket containing confiscated goods. The currants that came were full..."]

Lin Xuan wrote extremely fast.

In the blink of an eye, lines of beautiful text appeared on the blank paper.There is hardly any downtime in the middle.

Just at this speed, everyone's eyelids are jumping.

Where is this writing an article?
Copying is not as fast as him!
"Is this too fast?"

"Is Brother Xuan doing everything so fast?"

"Upstairs, there is no evidence to suspect the car."

"..."

Except for the barrage in the live broadcast room, which is still lively, the scene is getting quieter and quieter.

In Lin Xuan's pen, the plot gradually unfolds:
【"How dare you bite, you damn thing!" Ochumelov suddenly heard a voice, "Guys, don't let it go! Biting is out of the question now! Catch it! Ouch... Ouch!"]

Over time.

The eyes of Jerome and the others gradually became serious. They found that although Lin Xuan wrote extremely fast, the articles he wrote had almost no nonsense, and every sentence was very compact.

In just a few sentences, the background of the story has been shown rhythmically.

But... each of them was even more puzzled.

What does this article have to do with Aubrey?
["I was going my way, sir, I didn't mess with anyone..." Khryukin coughed into his empty fist and said, "I was talking to Mitri Mitrich about firewood when suddenly , this bad thing bit my finger for no reason...]

【"Hmm!...well..." Ochumelov said sternly, coughing, and raised his eyebrows, "well...whose dog is this? I can't let this kind of thing go. I want to take Get some color and tell those who let dogs out to cause trouble... This is probably a mad dog... Let me ask you: Whose dog is this?"

"This dog looks like it belonged to General Zhigalov's family!" said someone from the crowd. 】

When Lin Xuan wrote this.

Many people have already faintly noticed it.

Especially Douglas, who is good at writing short stories, has serious eyes.

It seems that something is wrong!

Especially next to Aubrey, who had been holding his head high and proud, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, his mouth was tightly closed, and he stared straight at Lin Xuan's hand, feeling increasingly uneasy.

["General Zhigalov's? Well!... There is only one thing I don't understand: how could it bite you?" Ochumelov said to Khryukin, "...your finger is probably Let a small nail pierce it, but then you have a whimsical idea and ask someone to pay you back. People like you...everyone knows what it is! I know you devils!"]

When Lin Xuan wrote this.

Even some princes and nobles are aware of certain problems.

Otyumelov, who was still proud just now, suddenly changed his attitude when he heard that the biting dog belonged to the general's family, and began to reprimand the injured person instead.

Attitudes have changed so quickly it's almost staggering.

【"No, this dog doesn't belong to the general's family..." the policeman said thoughtfully, "there is no such dog in the general's family. Most of the dogs in his family are big hunting dogs..."

"Are you sure?"

"Sure, sir..."

"I know it myself. The dogs in the general's family are all expensive, and they are all good breeds. What about this dog, who knows what it is! The coat color is not good, and the appearance is not good... It's a scum... His old man would raise such a dog dog?!..."]

in the novel.

Ochumelov's attitude changed again. When he heard the police say that the dog did not belong to the general's family, he immediately began to curse and his expression became ferocious.

tick tock...tick tock...

Minutes and seconds passed by. At this moment, under Lin Xuan's pen, the plot of the story has been fully unfolded, which completely mobilized everyone's emotions.

However, the surrounding area was already dead silent.

Everyone's face changed.

Some people began to show consternation.

Some people have incredible eyes.

Someone opened their mouths.

Someone becomes short of breath.

As for Aubrey, his complexion completely changed, becoming pale and extremely embarrassing. Veins gradually appeared on his forehead, his hands were tightly clenched, and a dense layer of sweat had already oozed from his forehead.

chameleon!
Now everyone understands what the name of Lin Xuan's short story means!

【"But it might be the general's dog..." The policeman spoke out his thoughts

"Hmm! . . . maybe it's a noble dog . . . "

"Guessing! We never had a dog like that there!"

"That's a wild dog...just kill it."

"But this is Brother General's dog..."

"It's amazing... this puppy is really good... quite smart... woo... woo..."]

When Lin Xuan wrote this.

Even the surrounding media reporters all changed their expressions.

They just stared blankly at Lin Xuan writing vigorously on the paper, the shock in their eyes could hardly be concealed.

In Lin Xuan's writing, the protagonist Otyumelov has undergone five changes in just a few minutes, and he will adapt to the wind and flattery to the extreme.

With his attitude towards a dog, he completely exposes Ochumelov's ugly face with bitter irony, and even every time his attitude changes, he behaves so naturally, without any shame at all, just like a real chameleon!

[Prokhor calls the dog and takes it away from the woodyard... The group laughs at Khryukin.

"Sooner or later I'm going to get you!" Ochumelov threatened him, then wrapped his coat tightly around him, walked across the market square, and walked away. 】

Snapped!
When Lin Xuan threw the pen in his hand aside, everyone was shocked and recovered from the shock.

"My short story has already been written."

Lin Xuan held a few pages full of writing and looked at everyone with a smile.

But no one spoke.

Almost everyone's eyes are extremely complicated.

(End of this chapter)