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Sister Yue and I moved our heads over at the same time and saw the number 11 written below it: " The song of the f * cking horses!

"F * ck!" I admire myself. Is this how I feel about my current life? As I live the life of a rapist, I really want to say: Fucking horse!

"Xiaofan! Come and see the final test result and tell Zhang Yushi about the wish you made! Tell Zhang Yushi the results of the test! Do you think it's necessary? "

Without thinking, I said, "No need! "I'm so full."

Sister Yue answered bluntly, "He wouldn't dare to face it!"

"Wait a minute!" He looked at the paper and said, "There seems to be something wrong, it should be that Xiaofan understands Madwoman the most, and she doesn't understand Xiaofan the most. But it doesn't matter, the most important result is out.

"You asked me to come to you so early in the morning just to do a psychological test?" I f * cking want to beat the hell out of 66. Don't you know that I was tired all night yesterday?

66 nodded adorably and said, "Yes! It's okay, you can go now! Oh yeah, why did you barge into my house? Is he here to peep at me? "

Sister Yue rolled her eyes at him. "Don't be so narcissistic."

"FUCK! This old man will no longer believe that you've come looking for me for any serious matters in the future. " With that, he walked out of dorm 66, "I'm going back to sleep, don't stop me."

In reality, neither of them wanted to stop me. Last night, after being steamed away for so long and being entangled by Zhang Yushi so early in the morning, I was really tired right now. I just wanted to go back and sleep with my head covered.

dorm 66.

"Show me the video you took." Sister Yue sat on the chair, looking completely like a female tyrant.

66 stared at the screen, his fingers rapidly typing on the keyboard. Without looking up, he asked, "What video?"

"I heard it from the restaurant the other day. Are you still secretly filming the video of Huang Xianzhe taking's sister?"

"I have to!" 66 threw the phone to Ouyang Yue and said: "Look first, I'm chatting with Fang Xue. Take a look at how Fang Xue will react if she knows the results of this test. Happy? Lost? "

"I don't know!" Ouyang Yue played with his 66 phone, watching the video once.

66. Staring at the screen, she shook her head and said, "I bet Fang Xue is crying now. That song is too awesome.

Sister Yue sighed, "Fang Xue is indeed a good person, in any aspect, she is completely flawless. She is much better than Cao Xiaoting, I don't have any good impression of him, on the contrary, I feel that Fang Xue is very pitiful. I don't want such a good girl. "

"Didn't you say that his brain only has one cell?"

"You're right!" Sister Yue threw her cellphone to 66 and said, "Give me a copy of this video and send it to my email. I'm leaving."

"Gone?" 66 asked dumbly: "You came here for this video?"

"That's right!" Sister Yue pretended to be mysterious and said to 66: "I'm sure to tell you, Huang Xianzhe and Cao Xiaoting are currently working together to deceive the Xiaofan. I'm gathering evidence."

"F * ck!" 66 jumped up in bed and shouted, "Is this it?"

"Shh!" Sister Yue picked up her bag. "Don't spout nonsense to the others. I'm gathering evidence. If you dare spoil my plans …" Sister Yue thought about it for a long time, but still couldn't think of any threat. She changed her tone and said, "It's alright, if you mess with me, it's equivalent to cheating Xiaofan. You decide for yourself whether or not I can control your big mouth."

He rubbed his head and asked, "Am I really that big of a mouth in your eyes?"

"What do you think?" Sister Yue replied with a charming smile.

It was almost noon by the time I got home, and I just wanted to get a good night's sleep. Not long after I laid down, my phone rang again, and I looked at the screen and saw the name of the site's editor. Usually, my editor rarely called me, and if it wasn't for something special, she wouldn't have used such advanced equipment to contact me.

He quickly picked up the phone and asked, "Boss, what's wrong? What instructions do you have? "

On the other side of the phone, I asked with concern, "Look at your book review section, what's going on? Plagiarism? "

"What the heck is this?" Dazed, I got up from the bed and ran to the balcony. "Boss, you what? I didn't hear it clearly just now. The signal isn't good, what plagiarism? "

"That's right!" Didn't you see? Someone in your book review section said you copied it. "

"F * ck!" Is this true? I really didn't see it. After the update yesterday afternoon, I left.

"Then go and take a look. Let's talk on QQ later."

I hung up the phone, rushed to the computer, and opened a web page. Sure enough, there was an ID in the book review section called the Rail Puppet, openly saying I copied it.

What the f * * k! I remember that when I was in middle school, the language teacher gave me an essay. It was written by a beggar who was about to starve to death, and in the morning he saw a dewdrop on the grass by the side of the road. He wanted to eat the dewdrop and use it as a material to write an essay.

During the second week of composition class, the moment the composition book was released, I got angry. In front of dozens of people in the class, I took the composition book to the podium and arrogantly said, "You don't fucking approve of it. As a teacher, what do you mean by giving me this kind of comment? Looking down on me? "You need to f * cking stop criticizing my composition and I won't hand it over to you anymore." After saying that, I slammed the door and left, leaving behind the dumbstruck language teacher! The end result of this was that I became famous throughout the school. Why? The language teacher went to the head of the student affairs office and told him that he had disrespected the head. The head of the student affairs office had given me a written punishment during the school's general meeting, and the entire school had reported it to him.

What I hate the most is for others to say that I copied it and then decisively found that 'Track Puppet'! I don't care about quality anymore, so I replied directly: "You are forcing me to copy you with my single eye?"

Not long after, that little brat replied, "Can you have a little bit of quality?" Don't you know that you have copied me? Was it all a coincidence?

I'm furious! Quality? Are you forcing me to copy you in my book review section, and you even want me to maintain my poise and quality? I am just a hot-blooded young man with no morals, no culture, and a temper. I am commonly known as the "Two doesn't have a single pure diaosi". Eat as food?

TC: You said I copied and found evidence.

Forced the cub to quickly list a few things in my review section: First, I wrote about bathing humans and dogs, and you also wrote about bathing humans and dogs, so you copied mine. Second, I wrote that the male lead and the female lead slept together, but I didn't write Zuoai. You wrote the same thing, so you copied mine. Thirdly, my protagonist broke up because of a letter, and you also wrote that you broke up because of a letter. Isn't that enough to prove that you copied me?

I laughed when I saw those reasons! He was simply angered to the point of laughing. He replied in the chat: "You're looking for trouble, aren't you?" Who told you that I can't write about people and dogs bathing? Who made it mandatory for the male and female protagonists to sleep together? Do you think your father slept with your mother? Can't you write them because I broke up a letter? Is this your patent?

If you had a similarity to me, then so be it. You're the same as me, didn't you copy me?

ME: Your mom is forcing me. Take a look yourself. My work was released two years ago, and your dishes were updated a few days ago. The new book I'm writing right now is an updated edition of the old book.

Track Puppet: Just you wait. I'll see if your old book has any of these. If it doesn't have you, it's just copying my books.

TC: Get lost!

I thought it was okay, because it did happen in my old book, and what's more, the idiot came back a little later, and she said, These elements did appear in your old novel, but you emphasized that two people were bathing a dog together, and now you have emphasized them. Second, you said that the two of them were sleeping together, and you didn't write such an ambiguous book. The new book was copied from me, so it was very ambiguous. Third, the old book said that two people broke up because of a letter. New book, you left this letter as a suspense to be revealed later, although it was also the reason for the break, but you changed the way you wrote it.

What the f * * k! What the f * * k! I was depressed. Why would there be such a retard in my book review section? The new book was exactly the same as the old one. My old book was written two years ago, and I have written a few works in those two years. Of course I admit that my new book is better than the old one, better at grasping the words and the reader's heart.

He deserved to be called a mule! I don't understand how she could have the courage to live in this world.

My group of readers did not want to continue, so they started to spray out all sorts of punches on the review section. Every day, they would see my review section in a fight, and they didn't know if they should be happy or helpless.

The editor asked me, Why are you arguing?

I replied with a helpless expression from the editor, "There's nothing I can do!" That brat always said that I copied her essays so she could go and report it. The bigger the better.

Editor: Then pay attention to your own qualities.

TC: I have no quality, and that's the last thing an author can stand. Look at the reasons he's looking for. Wasn't it too far-fetched? I don't want to say anything. Let her report it.

Editor: Fine! I understand your mood. Rest for a while and remember to continue updating today.

There are always a few stinking flies in your life, flying in front of you, I gradually calm my mind, to her comments blind! In fact, I would like to know, which psychiatric hospital door broke down? She escaped …

At night, when Zhang Yushi returned home, I was sleeping in my bedroom. I vaguely heard Huang Xianzhe's voice, but it quickly stopped.

Zhang Yushi stood in the hall and shouted: "Xiaofan! Xiaofan, are you home? "