After Being Bent by Reader

Xu Chuanchuan opened his browser while chatting with An Ji. She wanted to take advantage of the time to reply to the reader's comment, opened the backstage and saw a deep mine.

"Bawang ticket" is a kind of reward tool in Jinjiang. The smallest amount is a dollar of landmines, and the largest amount is a hundred yuan of deep-water torpedoes.

Xu Chuanchuan narrowed his eyes, and was stunned when he saw the thundering reader's vest.

Passerby?

"Passerby A" is a public vest that comes with the Jinjiang system. Xu Chuan is not surprised, but when she contacted the words Anji said to her a few seconds ago, she found that the vest was ordinary at all, and she was sentimental. I thought: "Not the same person, right?"

Xu Chuanchuan entered the backstage of this "Passerby A" and found that the reader had not subscribed to her article, and the subscription record only contained a 600,000-word novel by An Ji. Pulling down, she saw a comment record, her eyes widened.

This passerby is really the passerby who gave Orange a negative score...

How could she thunder herself?

Xu Chuanchuan was a little confused, and immediately sent a screenshot to An Ji, who finished her discovery in a few words.

An Ji: "Why did she subscribe to my article and go to punish Orange, and then turn around to thunder you? Is it possible that she is the black powder of Orange?"

Xu Chuanchuan: "How do I know."

An Ji: "A good wayward reader."

The reader's heart is a needle on the seabed, Xu Chuanchuan can't find it for a long time, and simply gives up.

At nine o'clock exactly, the last two chapters were spit out in the manuscript box, and it didn't take long for the comment area to be blown up by the readers' minefields. Xu Chuanchuan counted them carefully, and there were five deep-water torpedoes sandwiched among them, which can be described as endless surprises.

Xu Chuanchuan sent red envelopes until she felt soft, and she responded to each comment one by one, until eleven o'clock.

This article is over, what do you want to write in the next article?

Xu Chuanchuan was one of the first and two majors, but after another thought, she finally didn't have to worry about writing up the manuscript every night, and she couldn't help but feel happy.

Xu Chuanchuan hummed a song, poisoned the mosquitoes in the room with the mosquito-repellent incense liquid, and found a change of clothes to take a bath.

Twenty minutes later, as soon as Xu Chuanchuan got out of the bathroom, she heard the phone "ding ding dong dong dong" ringing non-stop. She walked over to see that it was Xu Xiangxiang who sent a video invitation.

"Sister—" As soon as the video was connected, Xu Xiang's scented voice came over.

I saw Xu Xiangxiang's face flushed, her eyes foggy as if she had just cried. Xu Chuanchuan was taken aback: "What's the matter?"

Xu Xiangxiang sniffed, crying in her voice: "I have a fever, so uncomfortable."

Xu Chuanchuan was surprised again: "How many degrees? Have you taken medicine?"

Xu Xiangxiang: "Thirty-eight and a half degrees, I went to the school doctor and just took medicine."

Xu Chuanchuan softened his tone: "If you are sick, go to bed early. I will see you tomorrow."

Xu Xiangxiang said obediently: "Yes."

Because she was thinking of a sick sister, Xu Chuan's joy at the end of the series was gone. She didn't sleep well all night, and went out early the next day. On the road, she called her boss to ask for leave, then transferred to the bus and then took the subway. It took an hour before she arrived at Xu Xiangxiang's university.

Xu Xiangxiang lay alone in the dormitory, the fever had subsided, but she didn't look good.

Xu Chuan went up and touched her forehead: "Have you had breakfast?"

Xu Xiangxiang shook her head, her nose keenly smelled a sweet scent, and asked, "What good food did you bring me?"

"Egg tart, do you want to eat it?"

Xu Xiangxiang's eyes lightened, and she nodded like smashing garlic.

Xu Chuan saw her greedy, angry and funny, and said, "Come down."

Xu Xiangxiang opened the quilt and climbed down, as if she was not the one who cried and cried out last night.

Xu Chuanchuan accompany her to finish her breakfast, and chatted with her endlessly, saying, "There is one box left, and some fruits. When your three roommates come back, you will share it with them."

Xu Xiangxiang drank milk with a smile, and said, "Sister, you are so kind."

"Come on." Xu Chuanchuan began to pack things up, "I only took a half-day off, so you can take a good rest on your own, and I will leave if there is nothing wrong."

Xu Xiangxiang wiped her mouth and said, "The last time my mother came to see me, she brought you something."

"what?"

"She bought the ointment for you, and she took it from an old Chinese doctor, and said it worked very well." Xu Xiangxiang rummaged through her messy cabinet and handed Xu Chuanchuan a box of three products without products.

Xu Chuan came over and smelled it, and was so smoked by the pungent medicine that he just wanted to sneeze. She was so familiar with the smell. Every time her grandfather had a bad waist, he immediately felt refreshed by sticking a piece on it the next day.

Xu Chuanchuan had a bad waist attack recently. These patches of ointment are no different than sending charcoal in the snow. She closed the package and put it in the bag to leave.

Xu Xiangxiang looked at her eagerly.

Xu Chuanchuan understood, took out his wallet from his bag, and handed it to her five hundred yuan.

"Thank you sister!" Xu Xiangxiang grabbed the pieces of money in her palms and bit her lower lip. "Sister, can you lend me some money?"

Xu Chuanchuan was surprised: "Five hundred is not enough?"

Xu Xiangxiang’s sickened face blushed and turned white. She struggled for a long time before she said, “I want to buy an Apple phone. Can you lend me six thousand yuan? I will pay you back when I earn some money during summer vacation.”

"Don't you already have an apple?"

Xu Xiangxiang twisted and said, "That's all old, I want to get a new one..."

Xu Chuanchuan's expression sank, and he said a little displeased: "Don't borrow it. I bought your cellphone last time. It only takes a year to replace it with a new one. You think the money came from a strong wind?"

"Oh, I will pay you back if I earn money from my part-time job!" Xu Xiangxiang said eagerly.

Xu Chuanchuan broke away from her hand holding her arm, without compromising at all: "Since you can work and make money, then you can wait until you make money to buy it. Anyway, the phone won't run."

Her sister has been spoiled since she was a child, and she is a little squeamish. Xu Chuanchuan is not bad for the money, but she doesn't want to condone Xu Xiangxiang's money-worshiping consumerism.

Seeing her tough attitude, Xu Xiangxiang felt aggrieved and her eyes blushed.

Xu Chuan softened his heart and said, "I'm afraid of you."

Xu Xiangxiang's face showed joy.

"I'll give you another hundred."

"..." Xu Xiangxiang looked at the extra hundred yuan in his palm, wishing to cry without tears.

Xu Chuanchuan hurried back to the company in a hurry. Before she turned on the computer to write a leave note, the boss of the engineering department walked over and said to her, "Xu, it's just right, you go to Miss Murong in the afternoon and take pictures for her. "

Xu Chuanchuan sweated like rain, a short circuit appeared in his mind for a second, staring at her boss in a daze: "Which Miss Murong? Boss daughter?"

"Otherwise, who else can. Oh, forget that you asked for leave in the morning. We have to listen to her in the future. Today, her assistant is not there. She wants to walk around and take a picture. You need someone to take pictures. You go with her."

After a week, Xu Chuanchuan almost forgot about Murong Shi. She didn't expect such a big thing to happen after only disappearing for one morning. She was shocked for a while, wiped the sweat that was about to run down her chin with the back of her hand, and said, "Okay, I see. What time is it in the afternoon?"

Boss: "You can call the general manager inside to ask, Miss Murong will work there in the future."

Xu Chuanchuan nodded in a daze.

The boss left after finishing the work.

Xu Chuanchuan blew the air conditioner for a while, trying to drink water and found that the cup was empty. She licked her lips and dialed the phone in the general manager's office.

When there was a lukewarm "hello" on the other end of the phone, Xu Chuanchuan was a little distracted. She was surprised that it was Murong Shi’s voice. She hurriedly said, "Hello, Miss Murong, I’m Xu Chuan, the engineering assistant. String, what time do we go to take pictures this afternoon?"

Murong Shi on the other end of the phone paused, and answered the question: "It's you."

She actually remembered herself?

Xu Chuanchuan recalled the awkward meeting between the two people in front of the general manager's office a week ago, a trace of unnaturalness flashed across his face, and he said, "Yes, that's right, it's me."

Murong Shi: "Wait for a long time, just now, come and find me."

"Boom, boom, boom—" Xu Chuanchuan knocked on the closed thick wooden door.

"Please come in."

The voice of the same person sounds two different feelings through the electric current and through the door panel. Xu Chuanchuan pushed open the door and saw Murong Shi sitting on the executive chair.

Murong Shi always seemed to like to tie that long hair high, combed meticulously, his full forehead was exposed, and his beautiful facial features were undoubtedly revealed. The light makeup and her hairstyle give people a capable and very confident feeling.

The person in front of me seems to have its own beauty function, 360 degrees without blind spots, everything is good, that is, the phoenix eyes look at people without temperature.

Such a pair of eyes makes it difficult to look at him calmly. Xu Chuanchuan looked down and said, "My side is ready."

Murong Shi closed the mailbox, locked the computer, stood up and said, "Then go."

Xu Chuanchuan hurried to open the door. She stood by the door respectfully and made a "please" gesture.

When Murong Shi was passing by, her nose sharply smelled a strange smell, she said coldly: "Are you sick?"

If it hadn't been known that there were only two of them here, Xu Chuanchuan would have thought that Murong Shi was talking to someone else. She raised her head suddenly, and when she met Murong Shi's eyes, she hurriedly turned away, and said, "No."

Murong Shi's small nose twisted and said, "You have a strong smell of medicine."

Is it the smell of Chinese medicine on her body?

The box of ointment Xu Chuanchuan was useless, she just touched it, and it was inevitable that the smell of medicine overflowed in the bag and smoked her all the way.

Xu Chuanchuan didn't expect Murong Shi to have such a good nose. She was afraid that the new leader would not be able to let her change clothes for a while, and hurriedly said, "Thank you, Miss Murong, for caring. I...that...just my waist was twisted some time ago."

She was annoyed as soon as the voice fell. Why did she say this? People don't really care about her.