Have You Ever Met Such a Cold Author

In the living room on the first floor, the two tenants of Tang Tuo were huddled on the sofa head to head, holding their laptops together to watch the game.

"Chris!" The blonde among the two first noticed Tang Cuo and greeted him enthusiastically, "Join us?"

Tang Tu shook his head: "Thanks."

Although the landlord is only a few years older than them, he hardly participates in any popular entertainment. The blond young man shrugged as usual, and then continued to watch the game, but another person on the sofa stopped him. This is a Chinese boy who looks at him under the age of twenty, with a pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes, and speaks with a lazy arrogant tone.

"With your letter, it is on the table."

Tang Cu nodded: "Thank you."

The blonde asked curiously: "What are you talking about?"

He asked the boy sitting with him, not Tang Tu. Because the taciturn landlord told him the first day he moved in, his English was not good. Fortunately, Lin Lang, another tenant in this house, although also Chinese, spoke English very fluently, so they quickly mixed up. Cooked.

Lin Lang whispered to his roommate to translate the conversation just now, and Tang Cu left the living room.

There were two letters on the dining table. One was an event advertisement from a local store that he frequently visited. Tang Cu, who claimed to be "bad in English," tore open the envelope and quickly browsed the next season's promotions without any obstacles. Go to the side and store it with the old letters. The other letter has a mess of various quarantine labels affixed to the surface, which is obviously a transnational letter.

When he picked up the letter and saw the sender clearly, he suddenly lost his appetite. He dispelled the idea of cooking noodles and went straight back to the stairs with the letter.

But when he went downstairs, someone had already bombed Tang Cuo’s social software. He returned to the computer and saw that in his "Special Concern" column, the one with a white letter on a black background said "No coriander". The number of messages on the side of the contact is rapidly increasing.

Tang Tuo quickly clicked, pulled it up and began to look at it one by one.

Katahane: Bamboo God! ! !

Kataba: Nib official Bo said you will go to the live broadcast event the day after tomorrow!

Kataba: Is the news true Bamboo God? ? ?

Kataba: Ah ah ah ah ah ah

Kataba: I want to hear you groan for a long time! ! !

Kataba: Not right

Kataba: Voice! It's the sound! Input method hurts me!

Kataba: I've wanted to hear your voice for a long time!

Kataba: I am especially looking forward to your interview! This is the first interview event you have participated in in so many years!

Kataba: Anyway, if it's true, I will definitely go to join you the day after tomorrow! I will bring my relatives and friends together to join you! ! !

The smile that had just gathered on Tang Cuo's mouth narrowed slightly. Katahane thought he could see his interview, but in fact, he did not agree to the interview like all other invited authors, but just went to the live broadcast room to make a name.

He touched the keyboard with his fingertips, looked at the line "I am especially looking forward to your interview", hesitated for a moment, and then resolutely typed a line.

Zhu Congsheng: It is true, thank you.

Kataba: Ah, ah, God of Bamboo, you really are there!

Kataba: Too! it is good! Up! Can you turn on the camera? It's good to show your hands! I want to see what fairy hand can write the Landis series!

Bamboo Congsheng: I'm sorry, I can't open it.

Kataba: Haha, don't be embarrassed! I'm joking, you are so low-key, you definitely won't open it, unlike that bamboo cocoon, where you post pictures of yourself everywhere, there are really little girls who eat this set.

Katahane: Sorry, sorry, I sent so much excitement for a while, is it morning over there?

Kataba: Didn't disturb you rest?

Bamboo Congsheng: It's okay, I got up long ago.

Kataba: Haha, too, your new chapters are updated

Kataba: Ah, new chapter! I remember!

Kataba: The gods and the demon are dead! Bamboo God, why are you doing this! ! !

Kataba: My two favorite characters! I'm still going to write to them comrades, they died before they started writing!

Kataba: I asked you if they would die last time, but you still said that it is not necessarily

Kataba: I don't love you anymore!

Tang Tuo's fingers remained on the keyboard, a little confused.

Kataba is a very special existence for the bamboo cluster, and even for the entire bamboo cluster fan circle.

If asked about the flaws in Zhu Congsheng's works, almost all readers will answer: lack of emotional drama.

He is good at depicting landscapes of different worlds with rich colors, is good at writing magnificent adventures, and is also good at portraying highly infectious inner monologues. But his protagonist, without exception, does not fall in love. Even if the supporting role is a couple or a husband and wife relationship, he just routinely explains the relationship between the characters.

It is an accepted fact that Zhu Congsheng does not write emotional dramas.

It is this kind of deficiency that gave birth to a thriving bamboo-clustered fandom.

Kataba is undoubtedly the oldest person in this circle. Seven years ago, Zhu Congsheng’s first work was nearing completion, and a two-character reply with a three-thousand-word commentary spread across the Internet, making Zhu Congsheng the name of high coldness. However, everyone only knew that the great god replied indifferently with a thank you, but they didn't know that Tang Cun was under the ridicule of the group, and got up in the middle of the night tossingly, using a backstage private message to explain and apologize to the reader.

The reader whose ID is Kataba exchanged personal contact information with him, and has been with him for seven years.

Zhu Congsheng is an updated and very stable author, which ensures that there will never be a shortage of topics between them-at least there are new chapters every day to talk. So in these seven years, they have been in frequent contact, ranging from once a few days to a few times a day.

Tang Tu didn't want to admit it, but when he was still in school, apart from the teachers and classmates he met every day, Kataba was the one who communicated with him the most. Since he graduated from that community college, one or two words can be eliminated.

This person treated him with enthusiasm for seven years, just like the humanities who signed the name card feather, full and lively, this kind of high-spirited feeling across the ocean across the screen, has inspired him countless times.

And now, for the first time in seven years, this person who has been with him says he doesn't love him anymore.

Tang Tuo knew that this was mostly a joke, but these words still stab him slightly.

Say something. He urged himself.

Explain why the fate of these two characters are arranged in this way, or follow the joke, say you don't love me or something, or just give her a spoiler? But five years ago Kataba once said that he did not like to listen to spoilers, and he kept it in his heart...

Tang Tu curled up his fingers, but in the end he couldn't weigh the most appropriate response.

After a while, Kataba's "Don't need coriander" portrait dimmed in white on a black background, and his status became offline.

She is disappointed. Tang Tu thought frustrated. Like me, the other party must find it extremely boring.

He turned off the computer screen in frustration, and there was no time to open it. In fact, it was an envelope that he didn't want to open at all. Several documents, some letter paper and a ticket fell out.

This is a Chinese letter, in his mother tongue, but Tang Cuo read it slowly. He finished reading the four-page letter full of Dangdang, confirmed the contents of the documents, closed his eyes, and pressed one hand on his stomach.

He hadn't eaten anything since he got up in the morning, and his stomach was hurting for a long time, but he didn't care about it like a masochist, but picked up the ticket that fell on the ground to check the date.

——Three days later.

At the same time, in the dormitory of Dongling University on the other side of the ocean, Lu Lianguang closed his laptop and stood up to move his bones.

He said to the roommate who was playing the game: "Sanshui, come out with a copy and go with me to find food. I'm starving to death."

"Are you not talking anymore?" said his roommate Huo Miao, his eyes didn't leave his screen.

"Stop talking, it's morning over there, it's not good to always disturb others."

"Let's pull it down, did someone ignore you? I can hear you knocking on the keyboard, and the reply tone didn't sound twice." Huo Miao laughed unceremoniously. The operation in his hand was not affected at all, and the glare of skills burst out on the screen, and he retreated without injury, and then lifted into the body.

"Obviously more than twice!" Lu Lianguang said in dissatisfaction. "Your ability to listen to all directions with your ears is not enough. He returned to me three times, three times!"

On Huo Miao’s screen, the battle has entered a white-hot stage, but he can actually separate his mind and chat with Lu Lianguang: "You knocked on the keyboard for a long time, and the opposite side went back three times. Who dares to hang us like this? Talented Lu? Really cold enough."

Lu Lianguang subconsciously answered and said: "What do you know, this is normal for this one! And the other person is actually very good, not at all..."

"Finish!"

Huo Miao knocked on the last skill button, and the BOSS in the game crashed to the ground. He picked up the earphones set aside and said into the microphone: "I'll go out to eat and hang up for a while."

Putting down the earphones, Huo Miao waved to Lu Liguang: "Go, try to come back for half an hour. The people in my guild are still waiting for me to release the book."

Lu Lianguang shook his head and sighed: "Hey, college students nowadays know how to play games all day long!"

Huo Miao followed with a sigh: "Who said no, what's more, I know how to read novels all day long!"

The pair of roommates disliked each other and went out.

On the other side of the globe, Tang Cuo repeatedly revised the wording in the document several times. He turned around and looked at the sentence "I am especially looking forward to your interview" sent to him by Katane, and finally plucked up the courage to change the sentence. Copy and paste the words into the chat box between him and the editor in charge.

Bamboo Congsheng: Fried dumplings editor hello.

Zhu Congsheng: I thought about it. The live interview session you mentioned to me that day, I can accept a short one without wheat. I already refused that day, and now I regret it again. I'm really sorry. I don't know if it will disrupt your arrangement?

Fried dumplings: Zhushen, you really don’t need to start with "Fried dumplings editor hello" every time you find me............

Fried dumplings: Wait? ? ? what did you say? ? ? ? ?

Located in the editorial department of Bijian Literature Net in Dongling City, a young girl screamed: "My God! Zhu Shen agreed to be interviewed! Editor-in-chief, Editor-in-Chief Sun!"

The huge office area suddenly became commotion. The man named Editor-in-Chief Sun stood up, his eyes widened, and asked in disbelief: "Which bamboo god do you mean?!"

"Of course it's thick bamboo!" Fried dumplings said excitedly.

"I thought you were talking about bamboo..." Editor-in-chief Sun said halfway, and realized that the author Zhu Yu who he wanted to talk about was not under the editor of this ID called Jian Dumpling, so I didn't mention it, but I didn't realize it. When he thinks about it, he happily continues: "Which bamboo god can there be? Isn't this one bamboo god, the only supreme god!"

The editor-in-chief Sun, who was almost middle-aged, twitched his cheeks when he heard the words and looked a little embarrassed. He reprimanded without even thinking about it: "What mess, don't bring the nonsense words in the forum to work !"

The entire editorial department was silent for a moment, and the young girl was stunned, embarrassed and dissatisfied. It's not the first year that Zhu Congsheng has been called the "Supreme God". It is not only recognized by everyone in the author's forum, but also in their editorial department before. She doesn't know why the editor-in-chief suddenly reacts so strongly.

Editor-in-Chief Sun didn’t care about talking about these things at this moment. He only taught such a sentence, took a deep breath, and said loudly: "Don’t froze, Xiao Wang, go and notify the artist, let him be a single person. Poster! The traffic of this event depends entirely on him, so I will promote it to death!"