I listened to your advice and finally became a male god.

Chapter 209 is actually writing "I"

Outside the alley on the street in the distance.

As soon as Xie Shuting and the others arrived, they saw Zhang Yang walking out slowly, the sparks of cigarette butts extinguishing in the darkness, and the smoke filling the air.

"Are you...are you okay?" Xie Shuting was stunned for a moment and whispered.

"It's okay. What can happen to me?" Zhang Yang smiled and pointed to the alley behind him, "If you reason with them and refuse to listen, you have to take action. It's a coincidence that my actions are stronger than my words."

The girls looked at each other with a bit of disbelief in their eyes and hurried to the entrance of the alley.

In the dark alley, a few tall men who were still alive just now are now lying on the ground, only wailing.

Several girls looked unbearable, but they didn't dare to go up to see the situation at this time.

After all, if you go up now, your secret will be revealed.

"Xie Shuting, it's getting late. Why don't you go back early? Do you want to go together?" Zhang Yang stepped forward, looked at Xie Shuting and said.

"Ah...oh, okay." Xie Shuting concealed the guilt and panic that flashed in her eyes and nodded quickly.

"As for you guys, go back early. Who knows if they will bring in reinforcements." Zhang Yang looked at the other girls present and casually expressed concern.

However, it’s just a word of concern.

He is not their parents, so he has no obligation to care about them to the end.

"Okay, okay, that handsome guy, we... we'll meet again when we have a chance." Several girls said in unison, all rushing to speak.

"Yes." Zhang Yang nodded, waved to Xie Shuting, and left.

On the spot, several girls watched the two of them retreating away, and hurriedly ran into the alley.

"Are you...are you okay?" Huanhuan asked quickly.

They all worked hard to help lift up the few people on the ground, but even so, these guys still screamed in pain, and it hurt wherever they touched.

"Ouch...hey, do we look like we're okay?"

"I can be considered a street fighter, but as I grow up, I've never seen anyone so good at fighting."

"I'm convinced, I'm convinced, I'm really awesome, I was born to be the protagonist!"

Several boys shouted in agreement, with the same fear of being dominated still lingering in their eyes.

With three punches and two kicks, he knocked down several tall men in minutes. This kind of force value was simply terrifying.

"Humph, you can only blame yourselves. Whoever suggested it just now didn't believe it, was jealous of others, and wanted to try other people's strengths. Now you have tried it, right? Ha, a bloody lesson." Several girls turned around in unison. Guntou, completely ignoring the fact that they clearly agreed with what happened just now...

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On the roadside, Xie Shuting followed Zhang Yang with her head buried in the ground, without even looking at the road.

In my ears, vehicles roared.

"What are you thinking about? Look at the road!" A hand suddenly pulled her into a warm and broad embrace.

Xie Shuting raised her head belatedly and looked at the car speeding away in the distance. Then she looked up at the face in front of her, and her heart suddenly started beating wildly uncontrollably.

It is said that when a person walks across a suspension bridge and his heart beats faster when he happens to meet a person of the opposite sex, he will mistakenly think that this is a heartbeat. This is the suspension bridge effect.

At this moment, she couldn't tell whether it was the suspension bridge effect, or whether her heart was really moving, or whether it was both.

"Sorry, sorry." Xie Shuting turned pale and whispered quickly.

"I see that you have been a little absent-minded from just now. Are you still thinking about what happened just now?" Zhang Yang did not blame him much, and his tone was still relaxed, "It's all trivial. You are a very popular writer, so you are so timid. "

As Zhang Yang spoke, he subconsciously patted Xie Shuting's back to express comfort.

"You are... you are timid." Xie Shuting's cheeks suddenly turned red, and then she realized that she was still in Zhang Yang's arms, and her hands were still unconsciously supporting Zhang Yang's chest.

Zhang Yang smiled and was too lazy to argue with her.

He is considered experienced. If he bickers too much, it turns into flirting. After a long time, it becomes difficult to talk.

In the dead of night, the two took a taxi and returned to the inn.

In the middle of the night, Xie Shuting sat at the table and turned on the computer. Her mind was agitated. Bits and pieces of the night kept flashing through her mind, and something called inspiration emerged.

Her fingers continued tapping the keyboard.

[I objected verbally to teasing him, but in my heart I still wanted to try it, because I was scared of being deceived by men’s disguises. They pretended to be affectionate, gentle and elegant, but sometimes, I don’t even have the courage to stand up. 】

[They provoked, joked, and used all the words that could arouse their anger to the greatest extent, but he was indifferent. 】

[Just when the light in my eyes disappeared, and just when my group of "actor" friends deliberately extended their hands to me, he stood up. 】

["Get out." He said. 】

Xie Shuting's fingers did not pause at all, and her extremely smooth inspiration and thoughts turned into words under her hands, flowing smoothly and vividly. It had been a long time since she had experienced this kind of spiritual feeling when writing.

Especially at this moment, in the dead of night, my thinking is more active and my inspiration is more bursting.

"I wonder if he is sleeping?" Xie Shuting looked at the wall, as if through the wall, and saw Zhang Yang next door, who seemed to be tossing and turning.

The imagination is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

The world imagined by the writer is always too subjective, especially when there is a protagonist who uses himself as a reference, and all the characters in the whole process exist around this protagonist.

Zhang Yang had already fallen into a deep sleep by now, without any distracting thoughts at all.

Even before going to bed, I chatted with the girls for a while to cultivate my sleepiness.

·

On the evening of the next day, Zhang Yang was a little surprised to find that Xie Shuting had set a table on the first floor, ordered a few dishes, and put a bottle of wine on it.

"Eat food and drink." Xie Shuting pointed to the table and invited with a smile.

"Okay, I just haven't eaten yet." Zhang Yang nodded, sat down at the table, and looked at the wine on the table, "No, are you drinking like this to get drunk? Or are you looking for inspiration? You are so drunk. Yes, bursting with inspiration?"

"Really?" Xie Shuting gently brushed her hair behind her ears and said a little guiltily.

It is right to find inspiration, but it is not through alcohol, but through every interaction with Zhang Yang.

She finally discovered that every interaction with this person always brought her infinite inspiration. There were no bottlenecks at all. She found that her creative path was so smooth.

This kind of writing, which is full of empathy and incorporates true feelings, simply breaks all the hard thinking and meditation.

Sure enough, art comes from life.

"Okay, then I'll just have a drink with you." Zhang Yang readily agreed and poured wine for Xie Shuting.

The two of them drank wine and chatted all over the world.

Xie Shuting sipped the wine lightly, holding her chin up and looking at the face of Chi Chi in front of her, coupled with the constant drunkenness.

Reality and fantasy blended together, and she simply loved this misty feeling.

According to the famous saying about love based on feelings, she, a girl who is extremely literary and artistic, has no reason not to believe that she has fallen in love with the man in front of her.

"Eh? It seems... like you drank too much without realizing it?" Xie Shuting's face turned bright red, she felt a little dizzy, and she suddenly felt like she couldn't hold on anymore.

"No way." Zhang Yang held up his glass and was drinking vigorously without feeling anything at all. Then he saw Xie Shuting opposite, swaying while drinking.

"you're drunk?"

Zhang Yang stepped forward and shook Xie Shuting.

"Hmm... um." Xie Shuting said, her cheeks were rosy and she didn't even open her eyes.

"If you can't drink, why don't you drink less." Zhang Yang shook his head, looked at the time, thought about it, and decided to help Xie Shuting back to the room first to avoid catching a cold.

He didn't even know if his body weighed a hundred pounds, but it was as light as nothing in his hands.

Without any effort, Zhang Yang carried Xie Shuting up to the second floor and opened her door.

The room is fresh and natural, with green plants placed in the window.

There are various physical books on the bookshelf nearby, including of course Xie Shuting's own works.

Zhang Yang conveniently placed Xie Shuting on the bed.

This girl has disheveled hair and flushed cheeks. To be honest, she looks quite attractive.

However, Zhang Yang has never been in the habit of taking advantage of others' danger. He didn't think much about it at the moment, he just wanted to settle Xie Shuting as soon as possible.

"Well, just cover her with a little quilt so you don't catch a cold. The clothes won't move, so she won't have to think too much." Zhang Yang muttered to himself, lifted up the quilt on the side and covered Xie Shuting with a corner.

Before leaving, I didn’t know if I bumped into something.

On the desk, Xie Shuting's computer screen suddenly lit up.

"Huh? This is it?"

Zhang Yang casually scanned it and immediately walked forward curiously, picking up the mouse to take a look.

Maybe there was no one else in the inn. Xie Shuting's computer didn't have a login password. Zhang Yang entered the page with a click of the mouse.

"Is this... the novel she is writing recently?"

Zhang Yang looked back with a little embarrassment at Xie Shuting, who was still sleeping deeply. He hesitated for a moment, but curiosity prevailed after all.

"Look... just look."

As soon as the thought came together, it was out of control.

Zhang Yang simply sat down and prepared to read Xie Shuting's new book.

Start from the beginning...

Then, as Zhang Yang looked at it, something seemed more and more wrong...

No, why does this look so familiar? Isn't this based on me?

From the opening meeting to the subsequent interactions, Zhang Yang's presence is everywhere.

"I worked so hard to stay here, thinking about inviting you to participate in activities, but you were unmoved. Instead, you thought about using me as material and inspiration to write into a novel, right?" Zhang Yang was quite upset.

"It's really a beautiful idea."

Moreover, these words are filled with the fantasy of a female literary youth.

How come you can fantasize so much?

He himself didn't think much about a small matter, but in her writing, it became...

"But...his, you can really write." Zhang Yang looked at himself in Xie Shuting's writing. To be honest, he felt very strange.

It turns out that this is how you see yourself in the eyes of others.

Looking at the incredibly delicate words, Xie Shuting also deeply analyzed her inner activities and thoughts from the first-person perspective. There were also those words and expressions that Zhang Yang didn't think had any meaning, but she could conjure up various meanings in her mind.

Zhang Yang was shocked.

"And these..." Zhang Yang looked at the descriptions of himself.

What's more, his face is looming, only his eyes are as bright as stars... and what's more, his palms are gentle, as powerful as his calm expression.

Zhang Yang's face turned red as he watched.

He is human too.

Such a popular writer privately used rich and delicate writing methods to describe him in the first person and describe the feelings in his heart. This feeling is simply...

Everyone is narcissistic, more or less.

But at this moment, what he saw in front of him was really a heartfelt satisfaction for Zhang Yang.

Above...

"Looking at Dai Pair's eyes, they are full of artistic atmosphere and seem to be quite thoughtful. I never expected that he would actually use me as a fantasy object in private and even write it into a novel. It's really hard to tell the difference between a person and a person."

Zhang Yang couldn't help but look back at Xie Shuting, whose breathing was even but her cheeks were still red.

Seeing that her descriptions of him were very useful to him, he just forgot about it and just wrote it down. It was just the ultimate fantasy of a female literary youth.

He thought so and continued to look down.

Then, as I looked at it, I saw the latest text.

Although there have been changes, there is no doubt that it is still the same thing, and he can see the authenticity.

"No, last night was all about acting." Zhang Yang was extremely angry and instantly felt like he had been deceived.

All the good feelings in the past were gone in an instant.

The self imagined by Xie Shuting is as gentle as jade and has a peaceful personality.

But in fact, he is not as aloof and generous as he appears. Moreover, he has stayed here for so long, but he has always had a purpose.

"Let's return to the original state first." Zhang Yang was angry, but he did not forget the mission of this trip.

If Xie Shuting found out that she had tampered with her manuscript and read what she had written, and became angry and angry, she might have completely lost all hope of asking her out.

On the contrary... At this moment, I know that Xie Shuting has been writing articles based on herself, and even in my heart, I feel that way about myself...

Isn't it right to make good use of it and achieve your own goals?

Zhang Yang suddenly thought of something, and felt that he had been persisting until now, and that move of retreating into advancement seemed like a strong dose of medicine.

He gently restored the computer to its original state and left the room first.

·

Early the next morning, Xie Shuting woke up with a headache and thirst.

"Last night... last night."

She gently stroked her forehead and tried her best to recall, and gradually the situation last night came to her mind.

Last night, it seemed that I had dinner with Zhang Yang, drank wine, and seemed to have drunk too much, and then I couldn't remember what happened next.

"It seems that I was sent back by Zhang Yang when I was drunk."

She looked at her intact clothes and recalled what happened last night. She didn't know why, but her face suddenly turned red, and her heart felt inexplicably warm.

(End of this chapter)