[Reignited]: Do you have the group photo from the previous essay competition?

[Qianzhou]: Why do you want this all of a sudden? Aren’t you worried that the photo will be seen by acquaintances?

[Reignited]: Which acquaintance do you think is holding the knife on my neck now and asked me to ask you?

【Qianzhou】:Ah? Do you want to call the police for you?

[Reignited]: Thank you...so do you have a group photo?

[Qianzhou]: Let me ask the staff at the Writers Association for you.

【Qianzhou】: Someone from the Internet Writers Association should have added you to QQ, so you can just ask.

[Reignited]: That’s right, I forgot about it.

After chatting with the editor, Li Luo found the QQ account of the staff of the Internet Writers Association and sent the same inquiry to the other party.

Not long after, the other party sent him a picture package, which contained all the photos of the symposium, including the one where Li Luo went on stage to accept the award.

"What does putting a knife on your neck mean?" Ying Chanxi took back the fork he was using to eat fruit and snorted softly, "This is obviously a fork."

"...It's just a threat."

"I just read it myself, and I won't show it to others." Ying Chanxi said loudly, "And Aunt Lin and the others definitely want to read it too. Don't they all know about your novel writing?"

"It's such a good thing, I should print out the winning photos and post them at home."

"When you received Yucai's outstanding graduate certificate before, weren't you quite happy to post it on the wall?"

"I really thank you..." Li Luo twitched the corner of his mouth, "Can these two be the same?"

Although we don’t usually have many guests coming to our house, we don’t fear ten thousand just in case.

Indeed, many of his acquaintances now know that he is writing novels.

But this does not mean that he can reveal to anyone that he is writing a novel without reservation.

It’s okay if my parents, relatives, and other elders know about it. After all, they are not the audience for this kind of novel. I was curious and searched it. After reading one or two chapters, I found it boring and stopped reading.

It doesn't matter if Ying Chanxi and the others know each other, it's just a social interaction, they are all very close acquaintances, and they can just talk and laugh.

But if it is publicized to a wider range...for example, within the attached No. 1 Middle School, my classmates know about it...

Li Luo couldn't even imagine how terrifying this would be.

You know, Zhu Yufei and Zhang Guohuang, two living treasures, really like reading his book.

These two are the more arrogant types. They secretly read novels on their mobile phones in the classroom and blatantly behaved under the eyes of the monitor.

Li Luo could still see this.

Those dark corners that Li Luo cannot see, who knows how many people have read or are reading the novels he wrote?

Li Luo was not very arrogant or narcissistic, but he estimated that it would not be difficult to find dozens of readers for his book "I'm Really Not a Celebrity" in Appendix 1.

This is without knowing who wrote the book.

You know, Li Luo is now considered a man of great influence in the No. 1 Middle School, and he is also a god in the eyes of many girls.

The pen pal letters and love letters Li Luo received this semester were slightly inferior to those from Ying Chanxi.

One thing to say, although Li Luo prides himself on being relatively sensible, few people would reject the feeling of being secretly admired and liked by many girls.

But if one day his renewed vest is exposed in school... those girls who like him will read the novels he wrote, driven by curiosity...

hiss……

Just thinking of that scene made Li Luo shudder, with cold sweat breaking out from behind.

It would be too embarrassing if a familiar classmate in school could figure out who the three heroines he wrote were based on!

He could probably fly straight up on the spot.

When he thought of this, Li Luo couldn't help but treat it with caution.

"Just take a look at it for yourself, it is strictly prohibited to spread it outside!" After Li Luo forwarded the picture package to Ying Chanxi, he reminded him seriously again and again, "If this thing gets spread, it will expose my novel writing to the school.

, I am no different from a dead person."

"Is it so exaggerated?" Ying Chanxi looked at Li Luo with some confusion, "Although you did write a bit...that in some places, the plot is still very interesting."

When Ying Chanxi read this novel, he completely replaced the protagonist Li Yang in the plot as Li Luo, and replaced Shen Dongdong as himself.

Although she was a little shy while watching it, and some parts made her angry until her hands itched, it was indeed able to seduce her and keep reading.

This is the first time Ying Chanxi has come into contact with something like online writing, and his current feeling is that it is more like the kind of story essays he used to read in magazines.

It’s just that one is a short story and the other is a continuous long story.

The features are all very gimmicky and the reading threshold is low.

Unlike those classics, there are often some reading thresholds.

For example, when I was in Yingchanxi Elementary School, I read "How the Steel Was Tempered" and I couldn't understand some of the terms in it. I didn't know about the so-called revolution or what happened in that distant place.

I can only roughly understand what the subplot is about, and more attention is focused on the entanglement between the protagonist and a girl in the book.

After I entered middle school and high school and had a certain understanding of history and politics, I read this book and had a completely different understanding.

Don’t underestimate the knowledge threshold of history and politics in middle and high schools.

In fact, most of the people at the bottom of the country have not yet reached this level.

The reading threshold for online articles in this aspect is obviously lower, which makes them more down-to-earth and easier to attract most people.

"You don't understand." Li Luo sighed, "Anyway, just keep it a secret for me and don't tell others about my novel writing."

"I know." Ying Chanxi sat back on Li Luo's bed, picked up his phone and opened QQ, and carefully looked at his photo of winning the essay, "I didn't plan to tell anyone else."

After Ying Chanxi saw Li Luo's award-winning photo, he continued to lean on the bed and read the novel.

While watching, she suddenly remembered something, jumped out of bed immediately, and ran out of the bedroom in her slippers.

Li Luo took a look and thought she was going to the toilet.

After a while, Ying Chanxi walked into his bedroom with a bunch of things in his arms and spread them on the bed.

"What are you talking about?" Li Luo was stunned for a moment, looking at the dazzling array of things on the bed, he was a little dazzled for a moment.

"It's all because you quarreled with me yesterday. I almost forgot." Ying Chanxi snorted, waved to Li Luo, and sat on the bedside. Then he picked up something casually, "This chocolate is from France.

, it tastes pretty good, so I bought some for you."

"And this watch, I think it's pretty good-looking, not tacky. You can wear it."

"I also bought a few pairs of socks. Didn't you say before that you had holes in several pairs of socks? You kept changing them from side to side. Let's just get new ones this time."

"This is a thermos cup bought in the UK. The water cups you used before are not insulated. Please use this one from now on."

"These clothes are pretty good-looking, but they are all summer clothes. I happened to see a sale when I went to the mall and bought them. You can keep them for now and wear them again in the summer."

"And this pair of sneakers. I see that you always wear the pair of shoes that Zhusheng gave you, and you don't even bring a replacement. That's not okay. You can wear the two pairs of shoes interchangeably in the future. You can see if they fit you later.

.”

"These are some souvenirs here, from the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, the British Museum and St. Paul's Cathedral. I bought two copies of each. This one is for you."

Li Luo watched Ying Chanxi introduce herself one by one, and there were a lot of things on the bed. It took her more than ten minutes to finish talking, and she felt complicated for a moment.

Where did she go to travel abroad?

You basically just helped him go shopping abroad, right?

Li Luo doubted whether Ying Chanxi was enjoying the scenery and culture when traveling, or whether he was thinking about what gifts to buy him.

This gift is so full that it can fill a basket.

"Oh, by the way, there's also this!" Ying Chanxi took out a pair of unpacked black fingerless gloves and handed them to Li Luo's arms, "You can wear this too, don't you usually have to code? The weather is like this now

Leng, if you put it on...eh?"

Halfway through Ying Chanxi's words, his eyes fell on Li Luo's hand, and he immediately discovered something strange.

"Where did you get these gloves? I've never seen them before." Ying Chanxi looked at him suspiciously, "I didn't see you wearing them yesterday. Why did they suddenly appear today?"

"Ahem..." Li Luo coughed and said a little embarrassedly, "When you were going to bed in the morning, Zhu Sheng stopped by and brought me a gift."

"Is this the glove?"

"Um."

"But what is the way?" Ying Chanxi narrowed his eyes and asked, "What way did she follow?"

"...I said I was going out for a morning jog."

Ying Chanxi: "..."

It’s not like she’s never been to Yan Zhusheng’s house before. It’s several kilometers away, right?

"Then, then..." Ying Chanxi looked at the gloves on Li Luo's hands, opened his mouth, hesitated, and finally had to say, "Then if your gloves are dirty, change them to mine."

Put it on."

Although Ying Chanxi really wanted Li Luo to replace him now.
To be continued...