AI copywriting?All copied wrong!

But after thinking carefully for a few seconds with a slight frown, she suddenly realized it as she patted her head, feeling that the fog in her mind suddenly dissipated:

"So you noticed it too!"

"Ah? What did Tang Ping notice?" the girl next to him asked subconsciously.

“There are trolls behind those shady comments on the Internet!”

Qin He first explained to them, and then said to Tang Ping slightly excitedly:

"Indeed, you suddenly laughed during evening self-study because you remembered those remarks, and before Teacher Li said it, you knew they were all wrong...

"You are not only making fun of the ridiculousness of those remarks, but you are also the mastermind behind the joke. Maybe you are also laughing at the tragic situation that the mastermind behind the scenes will end up in after you try to catch a big fish in the long run!"

The more Qin He spoke, the more confident he became, and the more he spoke, the more his eyes lit up.

Absolutely, that must be the case, just as she guessed!

Tang Ping: "Uh..."

How else could I say that you are the representative of the Chinese class?

This excellent reading comprehension ability is quite similar to that of Teacher Li Suyi.

Tang Ping wanted to deny it truthfully, but looking at Qin He's eyes that lit up as he spoke, he felt that denying it would be even harder to explain.

So he nodded and gave a thumbs up:

"As expected of you!"

"Sure enough." Qin He smiled even brighter.

The look in Tang Ping's eyes showed the admiration of "Heroes think alike" and the kindness of "It turns out that you are also of the same mind".

She asked with interest: "How did you plan to deal with it?"

"Hmm... It's probably similar to yours, but there are a few more follow-up steps."

Tang Ping did not elaborate and changed the topic:

"Qin He, although it is a good thing to maintain fairness, openness and justice, the college entrance examination is coming soon, so we should focus on studying in the past two months.

"It's not worth it for a few dank and smelly black sailors hiding in the gutter to make me sleep deprived and unable to concentrate on studying."

Qin He lowered his head in embarrassment and said "hmm" like a mosquito.

Among the girls, Tang Ping's female deskmate looked at Qin He and then at Tang Ping, rolled her eyes, and raised the corners of her mouth in a bad way.

"Speaking of which, Tang Ping can always get the new issue of "The Dove of Peace" in advance, even though it's obviously not available in bookstores that day."

Qin He raised his head keenly: "What?"

"Tang Ping is a contributor to "The Dove of Peace". He is a colleague and even a good friend of Guan Ai, the author of "Cinderella" and "The Emperor's New Clothes"."

The female deskmate smiled evilly and deliberately glanced at Tang Ping:

“I heard that authors from the same magazine often communicate with each other in the same group, and editors and @all members push for manuscripts.

"The reason why Tang Ping knows so much about Cinderella and The Emperor's New Clothes is probably because he directly asked the original author.

"Maybe he and 'Guan Ai' have already discussed it, watch the show together, and then wait until the time is right to catch all the sailors in one go!

"Qin He, are you doing bad things with good intentions?"

"Ah -" Qin He opened his eyes wide, "Is it true or false?"

She suddenly panicked and instinctively looked at Tang Ping, trying to seek confirmation from him.

Tang Ping: "..."

Have I become good friends with myself?

Why didn’t I know what happened when?

Facing Qin He's panicked eyes, Tang Ping pondered for a second and nodded seriously:

"Qin He, you don't want me to tell him what ruined his plan."

It should be something that makes me happy, but if you make me happy, you have to pay the price for it!

Qin He's already fair and tender face became even paler:

"I...please help me say sorry to him now, is it still too late?"

Tang Ping was expressionless and raised a finger.

"1000 yuan? I don't have that much money this month!" Qin He was about to cry.

It means it will be available next month, right?

Really rich.

Tang Ping shook his head and corrected:

"In a cup of milk tea, the sweetness of poplar twig nectar and less ice will be mixed. Add more mango slices and less sago juice."

Qin He, who had just found his wallet and took out a large bill, pitifully asked, "Can I pay a deposit of 100 yuan first?" was stunned.

"Just a cup of milk tea?"

"As long as?" Tang Ping frowned.

How could his greed be underestimated!

"I want a big cup!"

"..." Qin He opened his mouth, but could not speak.

After several seconds, she asked carefully:

"And then you won't reveal that I did it?"

Tang Ping nodded solemnly.

Qin He lowered his head and thought for several seconds.

He hesitated and handed the hundred-dollar bill to Tang Ping:

"How about at least 100 yuan, otherwise I feel very uneasy."

Tang Ping: "?"

Girl, you have a problem!

……

On the other side, there is a dormitory for college girls.

Several roommates sat together worriedly, whispering in their own chat group, and occasionally glancing at the bed with the curtains drawn.

"What's wrong with Qiao Yinque? He hasn't gotten out of bed all day."

"I don't know, but I woke up in the middle of the night last night and heard her crying secretly, cursing in a low voice or something while crying. Then I took a peek and saw that the light of the phone was still on."

"Have you ever felt that she has become more and more obsessed recently? She feels like she has gone crazy. It's so scary!"

"It's not like it just started recently. After she revealed that she was harassed by an editor a few months ago, she seemed to have changed as a person..."

Chapter 40 Little Temple without Words

"Oh, she used to be a nice person, sunny and gentle. She worked as a volunteer in kindergartens and nursing homes. She was the favorite of children and elderly people. But now she doesn't even go when I ask her to go. Every time I go there, children and elderly people ask , I really don’t know how to answer.”

"Yes, ever since she dyed her hair green that day, her face has been filled with a violent and crazy look, as if she hates everyone in the world equally. I dare not talk to her."

"It actually got better a while ago, but it seemed like a month ago? Her condition suddenly worsened."

"It's not a problem if this continues. Can we apply to change the dormitory, or ask the counselor to ask her to change the dormitory? I'm afraid that if this continues, one day I will suddenly either not be able to wake up, or I will wake up and find that I am a graduate student."

"Can't you think of something better?"

"What are you thinking about? The psychology teacher has comforted her so many times. Is it useful?"

"Actually, I think she is still stuck in that painful memory and can't get out of it. It would be great if she can get out of it."

"Then how do you get out?"

"Take her out to relax, eat delicious food, and help her find a gentle and handsome boyfriend who will pamper her and love her..."

"You can pull her down. She really has a gentle, handsome and doting boyfriend. If you don't want to take her away, why don't you give it to her?"

"how about you?"

"I'll grab it too."

"..."

The three roommates were chatting in the group, and the topic became more and more distorted.

A roommate with wavy blond hair stood up and strongly corrected:

"Let me think about it, if you are serious, you need strong medicine, and if you want to kill someone, you need to use heavy punches.

"Isn't Qiao Yinque immersed in painful memories and unable to get out? If gentle methods don't work, then use harsh methods!

"Isn't next week the 414 test of courage? Let's take her to brave the haunted house and fight in the secret room, whichever is the scariest. Use the most intense horror, despair, and pierce her heart sharply like a knife!

"I believe that in the great horror of life and death, she will suddenly realize that what she experienced is nothing at all. The world after leaving the haunted house and the secret room is so beautiful, and the air is so fresh...

"Then rekindle the yearning for a better life, Happy Ending!"

Seeing her impassioned speech, the other two roommates fell silent.

Wavy blond roommate: "Why don't you talk anymore?"

Childishly pretending to be a cute roommate with twin tails: "I think you might want her to die..."

The overachieving roommate with oily hair and lazy dressing: "It might be possible in theory, but..."

The roommate with wavy blond hair: "Okay, two votes to one. I will be responsible for dragging her out when the time comes, and you are not allowed to run away. Good sisters will walk together for the rest of their lives!"

Childishly pretending to be a cute roommate with twin tails: "I think our sisterhood should be broken today."

The academic roommate with oily hair and lazy dressing: "You can go, but please don't bring your [-], [-], [-], [-] or [-] ex-boyfriends and [-], [-], [-], [-] spare tires..."

Roommate with wavy blond hair: "Hey, why? It's fun when there are many people, and besides, you want to give the little sparrow a boyfriend."

A top-notch roommate with oily hair and a lazy attitude towards makeup: "You've already broken up with her or you're just a backup, and you still want to throw something you don't like to her?"

Childishly pretending to be a cute roommate with twin tails: "Yes, it's really disgusting."

Roommate with wavy blond hair: "Okay, no, no, it's just the four of us!"

……

In the mountains, in front of the temple.

Yan Yao wiped away the beads of sweat on her forehead and looked up at the plaque of the temple.

There is no word on it, just a shabby wooden sign hung symbolically to show that this is not an unknown temple.

It's like a wordless heavenly book, a wordless small temple!

Yan Yao didn't go to work today. She gave herself leave and went up the mountain to look for the president of Dove of Peace Magazine, who had not been seen for two and a half months.

This is a hill with no famous temple. What is on the mountain is just a small dilapidated temple that few people know about. The temple has been empty all year round. Later, an old monk moved in and gradually it became a Buddhist temple.

Every morning and evening, bells and drums are beaten, and the ethereal and lonely sound of wooden fish is accompanied by bursts of Sanskrit chants, patrolling this pure land.

Occasionally, people nearby thought that this was a hidden temple with an eminent monk coming to ask for dharma services, and the old monk obeyed.

When it's done, collect some money, have a vegetarian meal, and everything will be fine.

...sounds wonderful.

But Yan Yao knew the details of that eminent monk.

He was a criminal who was released after serving his sentence. He had been in prison for decades. After he was released, none of his parents or relatives were alive and he could not integrate into society. He simply hid in the mountains and became a wild monk.

But now, the president, who is as stupid as a husky, turned his head and got into this wild temple, never to come out again.

Yan Yao sighed.

She walked into the courtyard, and before she entered the door, she heard a distressed and familiar voice coming from the temple.

"Master, why have I been practicing meditation for more than two months, but I still feel restless and unable to calm down?"

The old voice sighed: