Chapter 936

Internet writer?

After seeing these four words, Bo Jiu's first reaction was that the prickly young man told him that the female mage who was in the same arena with them planned to buy Hot Search to deal with a certain internet writer.

She flicked the mouse.

There are words on the back.

"I don't know how to persuade her. She asked me a question today, which made me feel that there was no way to answer it. She said, Sister Gui, why don't those people accuse a thief, but instead accuse me? I will write it carefully. Is the article wrong? Is it wrong for me to defend my own rights? I know that there is nothing wrong, but I have no way to explain to her those comments, those comments that she is hyping. The infringer first said that he was I am a true fan, started to write fanfiction, and then used this as a cornerstone to steal the entire framework and publish the book. I used to persuade my friends to bear with it, this is the way this industry is, people don’t care about hurting the original creator. I I always thought that a person's talent would not be stolen, but until today, I found out that I was totally wrong. I didn't protect her well. I know how much she likes this industry, and it's because she likes it so much. She always I don’t understand, why is this? She is not afraid of being copied, and she is not afraid of how shameless the infringer is. What she is afraid of is that one day, this industry will be proud of supporting infringement. What about people who want to write good articles? What should they do? What to do? She deserves to be stolen, and still keep silent? She asked this, lowered her head and said to herself, no one cares."

"Yeah, nobody cares..."

The last sentence made Bo Jiu frowned and moved her fingers slightly.

When she saw these six characters last time, she was still on the fifth track.

The guy who liked to lie on her body very much had blood on the letter he left for her.

"Nine, you know, no one has ever cared about what happens to those girls who are violated. They will say, look, she is so well developed, no wonder she is being targeted, maybe there is something wrong with her, and they won't That bastard deserves it the most. Nine, why the world is like this, I ask myself every day, when I sit up in the middle of the night and look outside in a daze, I am afraid to make a sound, because once I say it, People who help the beasts will show up and they will say, it's your problem. No one cares that you're bloody when you speak, yes, no one cares..."

Bo Jiu closed her eyes, then opened them again.

I can still see the last sentence before my eyes.

"I'm so happy, you still care about this world, Jiu, no, Z, don't become all black in the future."

Bo Jiuju pressed his fingers hard, and when he looked at the screen again, his eyes had changed.

She typed very fast, and she typed a few words.

It's a pity that the person on the other end of the computer is not there.

The sky outside the window has begun to light up.

Bo Jiu stood up, and when she walked out from the basement, she only had a USB flash drive in her hand.

It seems that you should go to school.

Let's see what happened to that Li Xue.

As for the gift of the Great God, she will personally give it.

Bo Jiu raised her eyes and glanced at the clock hanging in the living room. Seeing that she couldn't sleep for an hour, she simply found a sofa to sleep on.

Wait until the real dawn.

When Chen Xiaodong came out of his room, he saw the young master in school uniform sitting on the sofa and yawning.

Chen Xiaodong was taken aback: "Young master, are you not training today?"

"Training, go down." Bo Jiu stood up, took a piece of bread casually, put it in her mouth, then picked up the slanted shoulder schoolbag, and swung it behind her, looking handsome from the beginning to the end.

Chen Xiaodong looked at his young master's attire, he didn't even bother to eat breakfast, and hurriedly followed Bo Jiu out of the house.

Since the regional competition, Bo Jiu rarely appeared in school.

So, when people saw the slender boy with silver hair who was skating on a skateboard again.

Almost the entire No. 1 Middle School students were boiling.

The only person who doesn't welcome Bo Jiu is probably the guard at the gate.

Because when this kid appeared, he still had to look at the wall.

He is alone, how can he see so many places!

And it will be too crowded today!

The guard tried his best to maintain his majesty, but was attacked three times in a row by waves of crowds.

Every girl who came running with her face in her hands said, "Did you know? Jiudian came to school today!"

"Really? Where? Where is my male god?!"

"Please, that must be my husband."

"Stop arguing, isn't the national finals about to start? Why is Jiudian free to come to school?"

"Never mind what's going on with him, the Nine Palaces are here, and capturing living people to take pictures is the real business!"

"Ah, Jiudian, it's over there!"

One of the girls suddenly reached out and pointed to the entrance of the fifth teaching building.

It is true that Bo Jiu is not wrong, the silver hair matched with the straight facial features, the people around the handsome boy are a little confused.

Bo Jiu walked into the classroom with one hand on the black skateboard.

"Ahhh!" screams, one after another.

No one could have imagined that the curvy guy they looked down on the most in the past actually made it to the national finals and became an e-sports star with millions of fans.

If it was said that Bo Jiu was a school grass and there were people who opposed it in the past, now, almost everyone acquiesced to the existence of this title.

Even when other schools say that they only have nerds on their side, and they are not as handsome as them.

They randomly took a screenshot, whether it was the boy playing games, or the boy reading a book with a lollipop in his mouth, it was enough to wipe out a group of schoolgirls on the other side.

"Is this one of us too, nerd?"

not!

The girls in every school are saying: "Principal, you owe me a Z of spades. If Daheitian is in our school, even if it rains and thunders, I will definitely not procrastinate the class and report every day!"

It has almost become the mantra of the students recently to envy No. 1 Middle School for having such a school grass.

So when Bo Jiu stepped into the campus, one could imagine what kind of scene it would be.

"It's really boring." A girl in the crowd snorted, and after passing by Bo Jiu, she said sarcastically: "Isn't it just playing a game, the face looks a little better, why are these people so sought after? Forgot Knowing what he was like before, he is simply not on the stage."

The friend standing next to her paused: "Li Xue, it's not good for you to say that."

"What's not so good." Li Xue pursed her lips: "This kind of person might cheat in normal games. I played a game with him last time, and his skills are just like that. He's still a professional player. Woolen cloth."

"Exactly." Two or three people who had a good relationship with Li Xue said, "He is not qualified at all, and he is very glass-hearted. I heard that he can't stand fans saying that he is not good."

Li Xue smiled: "Isn't this the same as someone? Okay, let's continue playing in the group tonight. My dad has prepared everything for me. In the future, not only will the book I wrote be published, Publish all the things you wrote, as for that person, she will be pissed off, hahaha."

"Those people in the group didn't notice it?"

"What do you notice? They support me. After knowing this, they feel that the author has a glass heart. There are too many infringements, and she is the only one who is wronged? I am not happy today. I will join the group in a while and let them sing for me. The child is very coaxing."

"Li Xue really has you, but I heard that the author seems to be a bit recalcitrant, are we really okay? Right now we have to go through legal procedures for infringement."

"With my dad here, what are you afraid of? I'll make it hard for her to get along in this circle when the hot searches come up."

"Is this really okay? She has a lot of fans."

"How useful are fans? Or are they all on my side? Don't worry, we can do whatever we want. I've studied it. It's okay. The general environment is like this. What kind of sparks can she create?"

"That's fine."

Three people, each of them had a smug look on their faces.

They are still thinking about how to further piss off the original author.

Somebody helped them anyway.

Their current position is "true fans who were slandered by the original author"

No one would think of them as peers.

The original author is also stupid, who told her to say it.

Isn't it just to confront them?

It's really courting death.

However, Li Xuebo curled her lips, she will be a writer in the future, wait for her father to pack her up and make her angry.

No one will know who that woman is in the future.

By the way, if that woman dares to prick in the future.

She just said that the other party just wanted to borrow her fire.

This trick was tried and tested.

When Li Xue said these words, she didn't know what she said, and all of them had been recorded.

And it was none other than Bo Jiu who made the recording.

As for when the recording was put on Li Xue's school uniform, it was not difficult for Bo Jiu.

Just passing by is enough to finish.

Listening to the ringing from the mobile phone, Bo Jiu sat in the classroom, glanced at the English teacher who had just walked in, swiped her finger, registered the message, and was about to send this recording to Sister Gui.

But she didn't want to, a private message was sent over there faster than her: "It's already too late."

"What do you mean it's late?" Bo Jiu snapped her fingers.

There was no further news from that side.

until the end of a class.

It was a crying voice: "She couldn't hold on, she left."

Bo Jiu stood up suddenly, and while walking outside, he typed: "Send me your mobile phone number."

Soon a string of numbers appeared on the page.

Bo Jiu called directly: "Where are you?"

"The police station." Sister Gui's voice sounded deep: "They said she committed suicide, and they said she was related to some kind of memorial service."

Bo Jiu's eyes narrowed: "A girl's sacrifice?"

"Yes." Sister Gui said in a hoarse voice, "I don't believe she will commit suicide. She can even resist chemotherapy, so how could she not be able to carry these things?"

Bo Jiu didn't speak, she didn't know what to say, her eyes were a little empty.

On the other end of the phone was Sister Gui's cries that were getting lower and lower.

nothing else.

Just crying.

There is another sentence: "I don't believe she would choose such a method to end it all, why did it happen."

why?

When Bo Jiu was holding the corpse before, she asked herself the same question.

How uncomfortable it is.

Will it end in this way?

Isn't this world worth your nostalgia?

Even a little bit?

After that, Bo Jiu went to a psychiatrist.

The doctor smoked a cigarette and said only one sentence: "Probably too desperate."

Bo Jiu looked at the phone, even now.

Someone left a message under that network writer.

"You are wronged, do you have nothing to write?"

"I think even if the other party really infringes on you, you shouldn't do this."

Bo Jiu closed her eyes, and for a moment, she was thinking about how she was still so useless after so many years, and let such a thing appear in front of her again.

She has nothing to stop it.

Why not go all black.

Just like those people, you will live happily.

This is Bo Jiu's most sincere thought.

Even if you are black.

I would rather you live too.

But Bo Jiu is very clear that some people won't, they can't find a way out, they would rather choose to understand, or carry these things on their shoulders and walk on.

The distance from the school to the police station is not far.

What Bo Jiu saw was Sister Gui sitting on a chair and hugging her.

The tears seemed to be unstoppable, there was no crying, it just couldn't be stopped.

Sister Gui looked at the young man who rushed over, but she didn't know what she was talking about, she probably just wanted to say it.

"She also promised me that she would go and watch you play with me. She said that she wanted to see my favorite idol. What's so good about it? She also said that she would accompany me to buy a dress. She... "

The last sentence.

Sister Gui didn't finish.

Bo Jiu stretched out her hand and hugged the man whose shoulders were shaking slightly into her arms.

It hurts so much to lose.

Especially the loss of a dear friend from childhood.

That girl once taught you to be kind to others.

But she has never been treated kindly in her life.

Bo Jiu's hands clenched tightly into fists, and her fingertips sank into her palms.

Sister Gui's crying stopped, but she still said: "She also cleaned the house and said she would show her mother, she is doing well outside..."

When Bo Jiu heard this, she suddenly raised her eyes: "You mean she cleaned the house? When did she clean it?"

"Last night." Sister Gui was silent in her emotions, and she answered subconsciously.

But Bo Jiu's problems are never subconscious.

Who cleans a room before committing suicide.

It's not logical at all.

There is hardly any pause.

Bo Jiu walked aside and skillfully pressed a string of numbers.

The person who answered the phone was wiping his hair, with water dripping down his pointed chin, stepping barefoot on the wooden floor, wearing a cotton home clothes, with clear eyes.

The words "gentle and elegant as jade" are most suitable for him.

If it wasn't Hoshino, who else could it be?

Bo Jiu's voice was soft: "Hoshino, I need you to check for me..."

After that, Bo Jiu said more seriously.

After Hoshino finished listening, he put the towel on the table, and his pretty eyes lit up, "You think she didn't commit suicide, but homicide."

"Yes." Bo Jiu didn't deny it: "So I need you to find out more detailed information to prove my idea."

"it is good."