After Being Bent by Reader - v4 Chapter 86

Xu Chuanchuan took a while to realize that Tang Xin was an offering. She “gruntly” swallowed the food and said, “Are you still in touch with her?!”

Fang Qin was irritated by her shiny eyes, and said: “I ran into her on a business trip to Shanghai this time.”

“You can still meet in such a big city, which shows that you are very destined!” Xu Chuanchuan became more excited as he said.

Fang Qin’s face was getting hotter and hotter, cleared his throat, and said, “To be precise…I came across her shop and went shopping.”

Xu Chuanchuan pointed to the box of peach crisps on the table that she had touched: “Is this bought from the Anji shop?”

“Ann what?”

“Uh, I’m talking about Tang Xin.” He said it was almost revealing, but fortunately, Xu Chuanchuan responded in time. “Did you go to her store to buy these?”

The word “specially” was used too delicately, and Fang Qin nodded slightly with embarrassment on Fang Qin’s face.

Xu Chuanchuan widened his eyes: “You treat her… don’t you…”

“Don’t look at me like that.” Fang Qin did not begin.

Xu Chuanchuang patted the table and said urgently: “I’m in a hurry!”

“No hurries?”

Xu Chuanchuan casually wiped his mouth with a tissue, and said quickly: “You are both single and our best friends. Both Murong Shi and I hope you can be with Tang Xin!”

“Really?” Fang Qin looked in a daze, “But, Tang Xin…”

“Ok?”

Fang Qin constricted and said with a serious face: “After we came back from a business trip, we talked on WeChat. I always feel that she is too cold. I take the initiative every time. She takes a long time to return, and she is very perfunctory. So I think she is probably You don’t feel it to me, right.”

“So you have feelings for her?” Xu Chuanchuan grasped the point.

Fang Qin smiled restrainedly.

Xu Chuanchuan understood, he laughed twice, and said: “If there is feeling, there is hope.”

Fang Qin spread his hands: “I can’t talk together, where is the hope?”

“When do you usually find her?”

“at night.”

“No wonder.” Xu Chuan said clearly, “She was in American time. She only woke up at noon and started working at night and midnight. Maybe she was busy when you looked for her.”

Fang Qin was surprised: “Isn’t she out of work now?”

“Uh, she lied to you.”

“Like me?” Fang Qin frowned slightly and couldn’t help being curious. “What the **** does she do?”

“This…” Xu Chuanchuan hesitated to tell her the truth.

Just then Murong Shi came back, and she glanced at Fang Qin who was occupying her position: “What do you want to do while sitting here?”

Fang Qin put his arm around Xu Chuanchuan’s shoulder, and deliberately pressed his face over, looked at her provocatively, and said, “I like Chuanchuan, can’t I get close to her?”

Murong Shi’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Xu Chuan pushed Fang Qin away without a trace, and said before someone overturned the jealous jar, “Fang Qin is kidding. She likes Tang Xin.”

“Tang Xin?” No stranger to this name, but Murong Shi was still a little surprised when he heard the word “like”, “You are going to Shanghai this time to find her?”

Xu Chuanchuan rushed to answer with excitement as if he had won the grand prize: “It should be a business trip to Shanghai, and I went to see Tang Xin by the way. Right, Fang Qin?”

Fang Qin: “…” Silently stood up and returned to his position.

Murong Shi took a seat opposite her, looked at her with interest, and said, “I’ll love you once you meet? Love at first sight?”

You can talk and laugh at ease with Xu Chuanchuan. Facing Murong Shi, Fang Qin took up his chopsticks, and Gu left and right said to him: “The dishes are cold, eat quickly.”

Murong Shi said to Xu Chuanchuan: “The sun has come out from the west, this person still knows that he is shy.”

Xu Chuanchuan grinned and said, “Don’t be shy, Fang Qin, tell me if you have any problems, we can help you solve them together.”

With one enemy and two, there is no advantage in number. Fang Qin put down her chopsticks and leaned back: “You are in harmony with each other.” She drank and sighed, “Well, my question has already been mentioned. How can you help me solve it?”

“What’s the problem?” Murong Shi asked.

Xu Chuanchuan Fuer said to her: “Fang Qin feels that there is no topic in common with An Ji. I am wondering whether to tell her the true identity of An Ji.”

“It’s not a hidden secret, why can’t you say it?”

Xu Chuanchuan’s eyebrows tangled: “That’s what I said, but…”

It is difficult to explain to her that Internet novel authors like them generally don’t want people they know in three dimensions to know about their writing on the Internet. Even if there is nothing to be seen, but after that layer of vest is stripped off, it feels insecure as if his clothes have been stripped off.

Murong Shi looked at her straightly: “Don’t you want them to be together?”

“Of course I hope!”

“Fang Qin doesn’t know anything about her, their identities are not equal, there is no show at all.”

In Murong’s poem, Xu Chuan was said to be dumb. This is indeed a thought-provoking question, Xu Chuanchuan hesitated: “That…”

“What are you two talking about while biting your ears?” Fang Qin interrupted, who was ignored.

Probably because of her hesitation, Murong Shi said, “Let me do it.”

Xu Chuanchuan blinked.

“Say what?” Fang Qin was confused.

Without any foreshadowing, Murong Shi went straight to it: “Tang Xin is a novelist. If you really want to chase her, you may have to think about it.”

“As…home?” Fang Qin carefully savoured these two words, his eyes filled with shock, “So amazing?”

Murong Shi twitched the corners of his mouth, put his arms around the shoulders of the people around him, and said triumphantly: “This one is also a novelist in front of you.”

“No, no, I’m not a writer, but An Ji is.” Xu Chuan waved his hands repeatedly.

“You?” Fang Qin looked incredulous.

The vest was stripped too neatly. In this case, Xu Chuanchuan has nothing to hide. She sorted out her thoughts and said: “Tang Xin’s pen name is An Ji. She is indeed very good. In fact, she is not my university classmate. , I met her through writing online novels, but I am a rookie, she is a great god. An Ji has published almost every novel, and sold five film and television rights. By the way, it was adapted from her novel later. ‘S TV series is about to be aired, called “End of the World”.”

Speaking of the glorious deeds of good friends, Xu Chuanchuan was like a few treasures. After she finished speaking, the other two looked complicated.

Murong Shi served her a bowl of soup, and said a little displeased: “No one is robbing you, why are you doing it so quickly.”

It took a long time for Fang Qin to digest these amazing news, and murmured: “It’s really unexpected.”

In order to match the two of them, Xu Chuanchuan spared no effort to say: “An Ji is a full-time writer. Almost all of her life is based on novels. If you want to find a common topic with her, you may only have to start here. Let’s start.”

Fang Qin absently ate a mouthful of food, pondered for a moment, and said, “But the point is, doesn’t it seem strange for me to go up and talk to her like this?”

“This…” In empathy, Xu Chuanchuan would reject it when he talked about his novel with someone other than Murong Shi. As for An Ji’s thoughts in her heart, she didn’t know, after all, she didn’t know how An Ji and Fang Qin’s relationship was now.

Originally, he wanted to help Fang Qin solve the problem before confessing An Ji’s identity. As if he didn’t help, Xu Chuanchuan bit his spoon in distress.

After the food was separated, each went back to each house.

Xu Chuanchuan couldn’t hold back his gossip heart, took out his mobile phone to log in to QQ, and wanted to find An Ji to inquire about each other’s views, but found that An Ji had called her half an hour ago.

An Ji: “Unlucky boy, you were hung up again [link]”

what’s the situation?

Xu Chuanchuan couldn’t wait to reply to An Ji, so he hurriedly clicked on the link, and the screen jumped to the pink forum.

“Bishui” is a forum for anonymous authors in Jinjiang, where everyone likes to discuss various issues related to writing. Although it is the author’s permanent residence, there are also many readers lurking in it.

Normally this forum is very peaceful, but when it’s torn, people who eat melon pop up one by one, and the traffic is very considerable.

A long, long time ago, Xu Chuanchuan remembered that someone had hung up on her in Bishui, saying that she used the Bawang ticket to get points and so on. But before she could see it, the post was deleted by the forum moderator because of insufficient evidence and violation of the rules.

This is the second time, right?

Xu Chuanchuan couldn’t understand why she provoke others when she wrote an article. The title of the post with her was clearly written with her pseudonym, which made her feel abrupt.

—[Hang] This time it is definitely a real hammer, the author of Lily loves to eat Mala Tang and brush the Bawang ticket for evidence!

The content of the main post is very long, there are texts and pictures. Xu Chuanchuan looked at it word by word, and probably understood why the person wanted to hang her.

Everything originated from the 33 deep-water torpedoes cast by “Passerby Poems” for her new article.

That’s right, that’s all.

Xu Chuanchuan wrote in the new article that “passer-by poems” thundered her, and every time Murong poem was mentioned, he would cast it once. At that time Xu Chuanchuan still quarreled with her, but Murong Shi said righteously: “In addition to being your girlfriend or your reader, I have the right to give rewards to authors I like.”

A bunch of misconceptions, how can Xu Chuanchuan tell her?

Brushing Bawang votes is not against the rules in Jinjiang. Many authors will spend money on the Bawang votes list in order to gain exposure.

The so-called real hammer of this poster is because she posted evidence that the IP addresses of “Passerby Poem” and “Love Mala Tang” are the same, and concluded that “Passerby Poem” and “Love Mala Tang” are the same person.

One of the contents reads like this: “[Picture] This is a screenshot of the chat in the group. This passerby poem said that she is a girlfriend who loves Mala Tang, but from the beginning to the end, she loves Mala Tang and has not dared to show up. Next article Readers ask her about her girlfriend. The author will never answer. I’m afraid it’s a guilty conscience? Didn’t the author always emphasize that he is straight? You can bend by bending? I don’t believe it anyway.”

Seeing this, Xu Chuanchuan was secretly shocked: Even the chat records in the group have been recorded, is this person lurking in her readers?

In the end, the host concluded: “The bawang ticket is brushed, and Jinjiang will not be sentenced anyway, but it is disgusting to deceive the readers and refuse to admit it. What kind of local tyrant girlfriends are also sold, the author is attacking. Isn’t it a joy to play with the self-sufficiency? The new article is basically the author’s own YY ​​deceiving the reader’s feelings, and I am embarrassed to interact with the readers of the article every day under the vest of the’passenger poem.’

The content of the replies below are varied, and it is said that the original poster has mixed into other readers and it is unpredictable. But there are more people who eat melons with unknown circumstances. After reading the analysis of the original poster, they feel that it is a real hammer. After all, the two IPs are exactly the same. This is difficult to refute.

Originally there was a motion sickness problem. Xu Chuanchuan was dizzy. She didn’t even hear Murong Shi telling her to stop playing, and turned her fingers down a little bit.

27th floor: “How do you know that someone is not a real girlfriend? Is it weird to live with a girlfriend? It must be the same to share a network IP address. What happened when someone threw a mine for his girlfriend? I think the host has red eyes.”

28th floor: “The whitewasher is coming upstairs. I’m afraid it’s not the author’s relatives or trumpets?”

35th floor: “I have read this author’s article, and Cookie is very good. I didn’t add it to the group, but I often think that the author emphasizes that he can never bend in the words. It feels strange to see her new article, why suddenly Just a local tyrant girlfriend? Emmmmm is a bit subtle, don’t stand in line for now.”

36th floor: “I don’t know if I don’t look at Lily, I’ll join in the fun.”

…

Floor 123: “This author used to have very few Bawang votes, and only after the emergence of passerby poems, the local tyrant only voted for this author and the author’s good friends. Is there any technical control to check passerby poems that thundered before? IP?”

…

Floor 222: “The real hammer is coming [picture][picture][picture]. It took two hours to finish all the articles of this author. The previous IP of the passerby poem was different from that of the author, but the first three showed that they were in the same What does this mean for a region?”

Floor 223: “Upstairs 666! It was the same district before? I’m afraid it’s not the author who is worried about being found out and asking his relatives and friends to help throw deep water?”

Floor 224: “Now the IPs of the two IDs overlap. Isn’t the author afraid to check it?”

Floor 330: “This building is terrible. Different from the IP, it is said that the author called a group of friends and relatives to vote for it, and the IP said that the author is finely divided…”

400th floor: “I don’t understand why the author did this. Her literary data is not bad, so you can’t pay for yourself, right?”

Floor 401: “It’s not easy. It’s not easy to set up for speculation.”

Floor 402: “But there is no benefit except being forced, so why bother?”

Floor 405: “No good? The author’s new article is a story about being broken by a local tyrant author. It is a good character, and one book exploded! Now this article is the best recommendation on the homepage. Look at the number of collections. Earn at least a thousand a day, right? If you earn more, you won’t be afraid of losing money.”

…

Floor 513: “Don’t talk about it, I’m going to get rid of this kind of disgusting author first.”

514th floor: “It’s too much to brush upstairs, even if it’s throwing money on yourself, the author hasn’t done anything too much.”

520th floor: “Is it not too much to deceive readers?”

Floor 521: “That’s right, the authors deceived readers in exchange for so many comments, those authors who were pressed by her points are too unjust.”

533th floor: “Come and come, I have more than 500 moonstones, and go together in a group.”

…

Group defeats? ? ?

Xu Chuanchuan slapped his spirits fiercely.

There have been more than 1,000 replies. Xu Chuanchuan is not in the mood to read it again. She switched to the APP with trembling fingers, clicked on the novel details page, and saw the negative score in the comment area. She felt a surge of energy and blood. black.

Murong Shi thought she was motion sickness, and sternly said: “Tell you not to use your mobile phone and keep playing.”

Xu Chuanchuan didn’t say a word.

Murong Shi took a moment to take a look and saw that her expression was wrong, and quickly found a place to stop the car: “Do you want to vomit?”

Xu Chuanchuan’s face was pale, his two thin lips trembling slightly, and he said, “I’m fine.”

“What’s the matter?” Murong Shi reached out and touched her forehead.

“I’m really okay.” Xu Chuanchuan grabbed her hand, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. “Just a little angry.”

Murong Shi twisted his eyebrows: “What’s the matter?”

All the negative points that slandered her were less harmful than the full screen. Xu Chuanchuan’s mood could not be calmed for a long time. She was afraid that she could not explain it clearly, so she showed that post to Murong Shi.

Murong Poetry reads quickly, her face becomes uglier as she gets to the back, and her eyebrows tighten. After reading it, she said: “What kind of evidence is this? This host deliberately blacked you, right?”

Xu Chuanchuan nodded weakly and took the phone back, just in time to see the new message An Ji had sent to her.

An Ji: “The person who linked you has found out.”

Xu Chuanchuan: “Who?”

An offering: “Orange.”

Xu Chuanchuan: “How did you know it was her?”

An Ji: “Although the forum can be anonymous, the backend must be authenticated by real name. If you post with the author number, the editor can see the backend of the poster.”

Xu Chuanchuan: “So you asked the editor???”

An Ji: “Well. The author is most likely to be familiar with Bawang ticket rules and IP codes. I know you haven’t brushed it, so I asked the editor for you. The editor told me that the post was posted by another author from Orange . But the editor didn’t tell me what the trumpet pen name was.”

Xu Chuanchuan was shocked. The person who hung her was actually Orange? ? ?

Is this man a mad dog? Why do you always bite her and leave her alone?

Xiangcheng once dissed her on Weibo, and used a trumpet to write negatives for her, but that time it was because Xiangcheng misunderstood that she snatched the Anji. What was the motive this time?

A great **** like An Ji had a relationship with the editor that was so good that it must be true. Xu Chuanchuan had no doubt about it, but she really couldn’t figure out the purpose of Orange.

Xu Chuanchuan: “Why does she want to hack me again?”

An Ji: “Who knows, it may be a grudge, or it may be a psychological distortion and just want to disgust you?”

Xu Chuanchuan was speechless.

There are so many people who watch the fun, and there are so many people who denigrate her and give her negatives. Xu Chuanchuan was angry and anxious, and wanted to go to post to clarify, but An Ji stopped her: “It’s best not to end up in real life, or the more you describe black.”

Even the editor talked about her privately to let her calm down and update, not to disturb the muddy water, Xu Chuanchuan was messed up.

The editor doesn’t like the author’s tearing, but how can she bear this tone?

The readers were upset, but Xu Chuanchuan didn’t have any chances.

After a moment of silence, Murong Shi squeezed her palm and said, “Go back first.”

After returning home, the first thing Xu Chuanchuan did was to turn on the computer and prepare the codeword. Murong Shi stopped her: “Don’t force yourself if you don’t want to write.”

Xu Chuanchuan said firmly: “I want to write tonight’s update.”

If she breaks the watch, people who black her out will say that she is guilty.

Murong Shi looked at her for a while and said, “Come on.”

“Ok.”

Xu Chuanchuan typed words on the computer “Crackling”, and Murong Shi held a cell phone with his back to her to send a message.

Passerby Poem: “You guys are very picky. She is not willing to spend so much money on herself, and she doesn’t have the time to make troubles. The poster deliberately is black. Don’t believe it.”

—Baby Shi, you finally bubbled up! Seeing that I was so mad at me!

—I knew it was black at a glance. They actually gave me a huge negative. It’s too much. The administrator doesn’t care about it?

—I’m going to make up a lot of points!

-I am going too!

…

Love hot pot: “Hello everyone, I am an Anjie, you are not a lie, and she and her girlfriend, a local tyrant, came to Shanghai to play with me during the National Day.”

-what? ? ? You are actually An Da? ? ? I always thought you were just a mess in the group!

—Ah ah ah, Ann did not expect it to be you!

…

After sending that message, An Ji also posted a Weibo that supported Xu Chuanchuan. After thinking about it, I clicked on the search bar to find the user of “Orange Sweet and Sweet”.

That is Xiangcheng’s Weibo account.

An Ji: “Know that you did it, so it’s enough. You’d better apologize to Xiao Tanger in the building, otherwise this picture will not do you any good [picture]”

The picture is the chat content between An Ji and the editor. It is mentioned that the person who posted the post is the author’s trumpet.

A few seconds later.

Sweet orange: “Whatever, I won’t code anymore anyway.”

An Ji’s teeth tickled with anger.

Xu Chuanchuan finished writing in two hours, and put the written chapters in the manuscript box before nine o’clock, exhausted. Suddenly remembering that hacked post, she was all ill.

“Done?” Murong Shi’s voice came from behind, “Come over and show you something.”

“what?”

Murong Shi turned the phone screen to her: “Does this woman feel familiar?”

Xu Chuanchuan took a closer look: “This isn’t the dancing anchor… Melon? What do you think of her?”

Murong Shi pointed to the watermark in the lower right corner of the photo, and said, “Tang Xin said, this is Orange’s Weibo.”

“Orange?!” Xu Chuanchuan also saw the words on the watermark, but he was a little confused.

Murong Shi smiled coldly and said: “Orange is a melon, did you say it’s a coincidence?”