AI copywriting?All copied wrong!

The little magpie on the telephone pole: "I was too extreme just now."sorry. 』

The little magpie on the telephone pole: "How are you now?"Have you been hit by them? 』

Send the message.

Qiao Yinque frowned slightly, thinking about it from left to right, but still felt that something was wrong.

She turned back and chewed the text sent by Tang Ping carefully.

Notice the clues:

They were bullied miserably by Yan Yao and Lin Nan because they almost beat up three male writers who were working with them...?

Wait, why are you being bullied so badly?

The cause of the matter lies with Yan Yao and Lin Nan?

It couldn't be that the two of them also joined the drinking party, drank too much and did something outrageous, which led to the further actions of the three male writers.

If this is really possible...

What on earth could it be?

Qiao Yinque said "Ah——" and scratched his hair frantically.

She couldn't understand. She really wished she was there. She really should have gone together in the morning!

Time should go slower, don’t let sophomore year get old anymore: “Okay, that’s all I have to say.You're right, you really don't need to listen.Good night. 』

Qiao Yinque: "?"

She moved closer to the screen, suddenly anxious.

The fingers with red manicure were pressed wildly on the hydrogel film of the phone, leaving traces of nails.

Chapter 178 Editor-in-chief Yaoyao is crazy about the manuscript! (Seventh update)

The little magpie on the telephone pole: "No, what on earth is going on?"I need to listen, it is necessary to listen! 』

The little magpie on the telephone pole: "Don't be the Riddler, please speak clearly, okay?" 』

The little magpie on the telephone pole: "Tang Ping!"If you do this again, I will spread the rumor that you have evil intentions towards Yan Yao, and you just submitted it to the Dove of Peace! 』

When Tang Ping saw the message from Qiao Yinque, his heart skipped a beat and he was immediately speechless.

This is no longer a rumor, this is a fair exposé!Crucial evidence is just missing.

Time should slow down and don’t let sophomore age get older: “Then let me clarify: I do have evil intentions, but the person who spread the rumors is not a human being. 』

The little magpie on the telephone pole: "? ? ? 』

Qiao Yinque was stunned.

Look at Tang Ping, who looks like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water. She even admits such a shameless slander. What else can she say?

Give up, you can't defeat an invincible person who lies flat and says "Ah, right, right, right".

The little magpie on the telephone pole: "So what's going on?"Please, I really want to know, otherwise I will be worried all the time and won't be able to sleep tonight. 』

Time should go slower, don’t let sophomore year get old anymore: "Please me." 』

Qiao Yinque's eyes widened.

beg--

Please--

Please -

The little magpie on the telephone pole: "Please..."

I will endure!

Time should go slower, don’t let sophomore year get older: “It’s useless to beg me, hehe.” 』

Time should go slower, don’t let sophomore year get old anymore: “If you want to know the answer so much, why don’t you ask the magical conch? Just put your ear to the conch and you can hear the answer. 』

Time should go slower and don’t let the sophomore age grow old: "Go find the conch girl, you can find the answer from her." 』

After finishing speaking, no matter how much Qiao Yinque asked, Tang Ping stopped responding.

Qiao Yinque rolled over and over on the bed, gnashing her teeth incessantly.

Tang Ping, you'd better not appear in front of me again in this life!

Otherwise I——

I……

I will bite you to death even if I bite you!

After a while.

Qiao Yinque returned to a relatively peaceful mood.

She repeated Tang Ping's last few words, racking her brain and still couldn't figure out what the magical conch was and who the conch girl was.

Is this a fairy tale written by Tang Pingxin that has not yet been published?

Then you should send me the original text and then tell me this, you bastard!

Qiao Yinque held her chest, unable to hold on anymore, and her lungs ached with anger.

But no matter how she provoked the generals, begged for peace, or even uttered some outrageous curses.

Tang Ping just didn't respond to her, as if he had gone to bed.

"How about I consider taking a taxi overnight and go over and beat him up."

I fought with Tang Ping!

Qiao Yinque stood up.

The toes, which are also painted with red nail polish, tap here and there, looking for slippers.

Where are my slippers?

Oh on the other side.

She put on her slippers, stood up and threw her hair back to her chest, picked up her backpack and walked to the door aggressively.

"Ding Dong"

The phone rang.

Qiao Yinque picked it up and took a look. Tang Ping finally——

Let her understand who the "conch girl" refers to.

Silent cries: "Tang Ping is so kind. He didn't touch Sister Yan Yao at all, and he even helped drive out three people who obviously had evil intentions." 』

Silent cries: "I was teased by the drunk sister Yan Yao, and I blushed. It's so cute." (Snickering.jpg Smirking.jpg Smirking.jpg)』

The co-author of "Conch Girl" refers to Lin Nan!

The magical conch refers to the fact that Lin Nan's voice is too soft and he has to be very close to hear him.

After thinking about it, Qiao Yinque became more and more itchy towards Tang Pingya.

After taking this bite, it will be impossible not to bite him in the future.

Otherwise she will be upset!

Holding the phone, Qiao Yinque stopped typing on the virtual keyboard word by word.

She made a video call and asked directly with audio and video!

……

Tang Ping came out of the trap.

I failed to squat in this pit, but I will squat for another five or six days, hoping to get used to it.

Take a shower, don't use the cheap hotel shower gel, which may be mixed with some unknown things from previous travelers.

He opened his own travel-size scented shower gel and washed himself refreshingly.

It wasn't until he was sure that there was no alcohol odor that he wiped himself clean and walked out of the bathroom.

Then as soon as I put on my clothes, I smelled the familiar smell of alcohol again.

Tang Ping's expression collapsed.

Damn it, the smell of wine got into my nose.

I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight.

As soon as Tang Ping smelled this bad smell, he thought of Yan Yao who had pulled on him not long ago.

He immediately took a deep breath.

Suppress the nameless fire.

Damn male hormones, don’t even think about controlling my body!

You can only control my physiological reactions, but not my heart!

——Watch some pictures and go to sleep.

Tang Ping got dressed and lay on the bed.

And out of caution, he carefully observed whether there were dark red spots or any other suspicious marks in the gaps at the head of the bed.

Good, no.

There should be no bed bugs in this bed.

No longer worry about turning over the pillows, quilts and mattresses.

OK, very clean. This hotel is a good choice, simple and not dirty.

Tang Ping lay down with peace of mind.

The bed is a bit hard, but it's okay and I can sleep on it.

He retreated into bed, closed his eyes and turned on the AI. Just as he was about to taste it wholeheartedly, the AI's painting module was not developing normally.

"bang bang"

Suddenly I heard knocking on the door from other houses not far away.

The sound that followed shocked Tang Ping's spirit.

"The manuscript is urged, the manuscript is urged! The deadline is reached, submit the manuscript quickly!"

"One article? Three articles? No, thirty articles!"

"Bring the thirty manuscripts quickly and give them all to me. Not one of them should be missing."

"Ha... hehehe, don't even think about escaping. I've already locked you in the dark room!"

"Only those who have submitted thirty manuscripts can get my permission and be released from the dark room!"

"In order to come out, write non-stop until you have written thirty manuscripts!"

"Can't finish writing? Little writers who can't finish writing will be punished! I will whip them with a whip while writing!"

"Hoo ho ho, ha ha ha, oh ho ho ho..."

Tang Ping: "..."

It’s over.

Sister Yaoyao got drunk and went crazy!

Editor-in-chief Yaoyao is crazy about the manuscript!

The knocking on the door was getting closer.

Tang Ping grabbed his quilt and broke into a cold sweat.

What should we do now.

What is Yan Yao's condition?

Have you taken a shower?