Ah! Running into the book I wrote to chase the evil female supporting role

"Then we finished eating instant noodles, and I treated her to a Coke. On the way back, I packed two volcanic stone sausages for her at the convenience store... Hey, Master Ye, are you listening?"

"I'm listening!"

Liu Muye was lying on the bed, sending messages to Han Juyou while listening to Nangong Ye reviewing his date with Shangguan Yurou on the voice call.

Nangong Ye only gave a rough idea and didn't tell Liu Muye the content of their chat.

So what Liu Muye heard was a story about a idiot with advanced straight male cancer who took a girl to race on bicycles, and after that, he took her to eat junk food for an afternoon, then went to the beach to bask in the sun for another afternoon, and finally ate instant noodles at a convenience store, drank a fat otaku happy water, and ate a sausage to go home.

This afternoon was not a TM date at all, it was even more messy than a primary school spring outing!

Liu Muye felt that the two of them were about to break up, and as the original author, he was too lazy to help remedy the situation - Nangong Ye was as stupid as a pig, and there was no hope for him.

Putting aside everything else, who would invite a girl to have afternoon tea at a snail noodle shop?

This guy must be crazy!

Nangong Ye on the other end of the phone didn't know that Liu Muye had already treated him as a fool. He still said excitedly: "Young Master Ye, what should I do next?"

"I feel that my relationship with Shangguan Yurou is almost over. How about I find an opportunity to confess to him?"

"Whatever you want." Liu Muye said with a frown, "Anyway, if someone asks you who taught you this technique of chasing girls, just don't give me away!"

Nangong Ye thought Liu Muye wanted to keep a low profile, and immediately agreed: "Okay, Young Master Ye."

Liu Muye, who was busy chatting with Han Juyou, said absent-mindedly: "Okay, let's stop chatting, let's do this for now."

"Yeah."

...

After Nangong Ye hung up the phone, he looked at the half-hour call record with Liu Muye and said to himself: "Young Master Ye has helped me so much, and his relationship with Han Juyou doesn't seem to have made much progress. Otherwise, I will help him too. How can I help him?"

Lying on the thousand-meter-long bed (just kidding), our domineering president Young Master Nangong fell into deep thought.

Liu Muye didn't know what Nangong Ye was thinking on the other side of the network. After ending the call with Nangong Ye, Liu Muye silently changed his note of "good son" to "abandoned child".

Liu Muye didn't bother to care about the son in this book. Whether he and the heroine succeeded or not had nothing to do with him. Anyway, as long as it didn't affect his status as the eldest son, it was fine.

Just after changing the note, Han Juyou sent several more messages.

Han Juyou: "Young Master Liu, what do you think of the plot of my first chapter?"

Han Juyou: "Is the rhythm good?"

Han Juyou: "This is my third version of the beginning, you don't think it's bad, do you?"

Han Juyou: "Why didn't you say anything?"

Han Juyou: "You won't be mad at me, will you?"

After reading Han Juyou's message, Liu Muye smiled and typed back: "I didn't reply to your message for just one minute, and you sent a bunch of messages in a row?"

Han Juyou: "I'm getting impatient."

Han Juyou: "Have you finished reading it, how do you feel?"

Liu Muye: "It's okay, a lot of improvement over the previous one, but the rhythm is still a little slow, the heroine's personal letter at the beginning Should I compress the introduction a little bit, write out the conflict in about 500 words, and then cut to the scene where the hero in the book saves the beauty? Wouldn't that be better? "

Han Juyou: "Well... after hearing what you said, it seems to be better. Then I'll revise it again?"

Liu Muye: "Well, OK."

Han Juyou: "Writing a book is so tiring. I wanted to give up before I even wrote the beginning!"

Liu Muye: "Don't be discouraged. You want to be a great writer. Do you want to be defeated by such a small difficulty?"

Han Juyou: "..."

Han Juyou: "Well, you're right. I can't be decadent. I have to cheer up!"

Encouraged by Liu Muye, Han Juyou got up from the bed again and revised the beginning of her fourth edition of the novel.

Han Juyou's chat box became quiet, and Liu Muye didn't take the initiative to send messages to disturb her.

He guessed that Han Juyou must be leaning against the head of the bed, sitting cross-legged, resting her hands on a pillow, and typing seriously on the old phone with several cracks.

Because he had done this before, he knew.

On a quiet night, he confidently wrote the first book of his life with a broken mobile phone...

Everyone wants to be a great writer, but how can a great writer be so easy?

Han Juyou spent more than an hour revising the beginning of the fourth version of her novel. After the revision, it was already past eleven o'clock, but she still sent it to Liu Muye as soon as possible.

She thought that when Liu Muye woke up tomorrow morning, he would definitely see her new beginning first.

But, thinking carefully, this possibility is not great, because when she woke up every morning, there were a bunch of useless APP ads, and the messages she sent the night before must have been squeezed to the bottom. Who would notice it?

Han Juyou was thinking about it, and saw that Liu Muye's online name changed to [The other party is typing...].

Then she received a message from Liu Muye: "Well, very good, this version of the beginning is great, just use this beginning to continue writing."

Han Juyou: "Okay, I think this version is the best!"

Han Juyou, who was praised by Liu Muye, felt happy in her heart.

Han Juyou: "Why haven't you slept yet?"

Liu Muye: "I just fell asleep and you woke me up."

No wonder Liu Muye didn't sleep at all. He was watching videos to kill time, waiting for Han Juyou to send him the novel manuscript.

But how could Liu Muye, who was so stubborn, admit that he had been waiting for Han Juyou's news.

Han Juyou: "Are you blaming me?"

Liu Muye: "Yes, I must blame you. You disturbed my rest!"

Han Juyou: "Then should I compensate you for something?"

Liu Muye showed his true colors: "Look at your legs, just consider it as your compensation for my mental loss!"

Han Juyou looked at the message sent by Liu Muye and smiled. She had guessed what this kid was going to say.

Han Juyou had already figured out his little tricks.

Han Juyou: "Didn't I show it to you last time?"

Liu Muye: "You are so embarrassed to mention the last time? I was hungry when I saw the pig's trotter in the middle of the night!"

Han Juyou: "Hahaha..."

Han Juyou: "What do you want to see this time, sheep's trotters or cow's trotters?"

Liu Muye: "Look at Han Juyou's trotters."

Han Juyou: "Report, Han Juyou has no trotters, only legs!"

A cute emoticon package was added at the end:

Liu Muye: "Then look at the legs."

Han Juyou: "There are in my dreams, go and see them in your dreams."

Liu Muye: "I you!"

Han Juyou: "I am anxious!"

Liu Muye was sleepy a long time ago. After chatting with Han Juyou for a few words, his eyelids drooped, and the phone in his hand fell on the pillow - it didn't hit his face.

Han Juyou sent several messages in a row. Seeing that Liu Muye didn't reply, she probably guessed that he was asleep.

Fake sleep: "Good night."

Real sleep, no reply to messages

"This idiot must have been waiting for me to edit the novel!"

Han Juyou, who was very thoughtful, guessed everything Liu Muye had done.

Although they were separated by a screen, Han Juyou still felt his company, and a warm feeling surged in her heart.

She put down her phone, closed her eyes, smiled, and fell asleep happily.

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