AI copywriting?All copied wrong!

What I don’t regret is that I plagiarized and counter-slandered, or I plagiarized and counter-slandered Tang Ping.

Anyway, the live broadcast ended soon.

Tang Ping looked at the barrage stream that was still scrolling rapidly in the live broadcast room.

Knowing that this plagiarism incident is probably finally coming to an end.

Ok……

It's over.

He opened the short video software and recorded a video.

"Who knows, my family, the smart toilet in this hotel is really amazing..."

The recording is complete.

Publish out.

In the bedroom, Qiu Yequ, whose eyes were red and swollen, heard a "ding-dong" sound and hurriedly turned on his phone and saw that Tang Ping had indeed posted a new message.

It's a short video.

A short video praising the hotel’s smart toilet...?

Watch it from start to finish.

Qiu Yequ opened her mouth wide.

He reluctantly opened Tang Ping's personal space, looking for a second new video that might exist.

But nothing.

Has it not been posted yet?

He refused to give up and waited for a while longer, becoming more and more restless as he waited.

I refreshed it several times, but still no new video.

He couldn't help but call Tang Ping.

"Sorry, the user you dialed is powered off..."

shut down?

its not right.

Autumn Night Song opened up Tang Ping's personal space again.

He clearly saw that Tang Ping liked a short video of a beautiful woman!

Refresh it again.

Another like!

——It’s blacklisting.

Autumn Nights suddenly woke up.

Tang Ping did not turn off his phone.

Tang Ping blocked him!

Why?Didn’t he apologize as required?

Didn't we agree that after he apologized, we would forgive him tonight and discuss the details of the split tomorrow?

——It’s a lie.

Autumn Night Song's breath was stagnant.

It was a lie, and Tang Ping said he wanted to admit it was a lie.

Tang Ping deceived him because he was also like this at the beginning. He promised to thank Tang Ping, but instead stabbed Tang Ping in the back!

For a moment, the autumn night music was like falling into an ice cave.

If so.

Then what Tang Ping will say later.

Shouldn't it be more than giving him forgiveness and acknowledgment.

Instead of not forgiving and denying it, and denounced his plagiarism?

"No, no no..."

Qiu Yequ shook his head stiffly.

Let go of the phone.

How can this be...

He believed Tang Ping.

He cried bitterly in the live broadcast room.

By the way, Lin Qing.

Edited by Lin Qing!

Quickly call editor Lin Qing and ask him what's going on!

Qiu Yequ hurriedly picked up the phone and made a call.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, which seemed like years.

The phone finally connected.

"Hello?" Editor Lin Qing on the other side of the phone said sleepily, as if she had been woken up by the phone.

"Didn't you say that Tang Ping would forgive me? Why did he block me after I apologized?" Qiu Yequ asked urgently.

"Is there such a thing?" Editor Lin Qing was surprised, "Maybe he turned off his phone while sleeping so as not to be disturbed."

"But I just saw him praising women!"

"Then let me ask for you..."

There was a rustling sound on the other end of the phone, and a "pop" sound, which seemed to be a light turned on.

After a few minutes.

"Strange, why didn't you reply?"

ten minutes later.

"There is indeed no reply."

Editor Lin Qing pondered.

"Perhaps he really fell asleep, but his account was used by his friends?

"How about I wait until noon tomorrow to ask you?"

"But I saw that he posted a new short video, praising the beautiful night view outside the window!" Qiu Yequ almost couldn't control his low voice.

He was about to collapse.

Tang Ping did it on purpose, absolutely on purpose.

Deliberately deceiving him, deliberately hanging him, deliberately torturing him, deliberately making him anxious, deliberately watching him fall into hell!

"I do not know then."

Editor Lin Qingdao:

"In the end, this is none of my business. I told you, I'm too lazy to be a sounding board among you.

"Also, I'm just an editor. My working hours are from 9 am to 5 pm. I have enough work for you during non-working hours, so don't deprive me of sleep time.

"You don't have to get up early to go to work. I have to commute for an hour tomorrow morning and squeeze in the bus to go to work."

Let’s talk about Autumn Nights again.

Editor Lin Qingdao said "hang up" and hung up the phone.

Dial again, "Sorry, the user you dialed has shut down..."

Qiu Yequ put down her phone in a daze.

Was blocked again.

The phone slipped from my hand, fell to the ground, and bounced several times.

Qiu Yequ held her head in her hands, tightened her hair, and let out a sob that was unwilling to break down.

it's not true...

This is not true! ! !

I don't know when.

The phone rings.

I didn’t go to see Autumn Nights.

The ringing rings and disappears over and over again.

Until Qiu Yequ was so angry that he grabbed the noisy mobile phone and tried to force it to shut down.

He finally saw it.

The caller is Tang Ping.

Just as he was about to get through, the call was hung up due to timeout.

He woke up from a dream and hurriedly made a call.

After a few beeps.

The call is connected.

Tang Ping's magnetic voice came through the speaker with a chuckle:

"Now you know how I felt that day.

"Oh, I am still too kind. I should have let you experience it for a longer time, for example, for a day and a night, or even turned against you directly and crushed you to death under the Five Fingers Mountain, so that you will never be able to stand up again in this life.

"But to be honest, I'm afraid that your fragile mind won't be able to bear it and you will commit suicide, and then I will have to bear the burden of another sinful life.

"I'm in a hurry, so I'll give you one minute to tell me, Autumn Night Song, how do you feel now? How do you feel?"

Qiu Yequ's dry and peeling lips twitched.

"..." No words came out except for a choking sound.

"Crying? Crying counts as time."

"Thank you..." He said as softly as a mosquito.

"What? Louder, you can't hear me."

"Thank you."

"The wind here is a bit loud and I can't hear you clearly. I can't hear you at all. Try again!"

"Thank you!" Qiu Yequ lowered his voice and roared.

"That's right."

In the hotel, Tang Ping nodded with satisfaction:

“I don’t even have the energy to say thank you, so why don’t you say you’re a great writer?

"The video will be recorded soon. You can take care of yourself from now on."

He hung up the phone without pausing, opened the short video software, and recorded the video again.

"Hello everyone, my name is Tang Ping, and I am also caring.

"I'm glad that Autumn Nights has returned to its lost track. It's inevitable for everyone to be obsessed and go astray sometimes, but as long as we can get back on the right track in time, I believe it's not too late to make amends.

"After watching the confessional live broadcast of Autumn Nights, I am willing to accept his apology and choose to forgive. I hope that what will appear in the public eye in the future is not Autumn Nights for villains, but Autumn Nights for gentlemen..."

The recording is complete.

Publish out.