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Chapter 227 Sitting at home and being insulted

20xx. 11. 30
According to the plan, Xiao should go home at noon today.However, he was temporarily notified to rush to the next game, so he had to come back tomorrow instead.

In the evening, Yao'er went to bed after finishing her homework.

I sat alone on the massage chair in the living room and watched my mobile phone. Although there was Zhuer silently accompanying me at home, I still felt very lonely.

Every time I burn incense, I will say to Zhuer: "Zhuer, I will burn incense for you."

I suddenly remembered something. Last year I submitted a book collection of poetry, but I haven't received it yet.

So, I dug out the contact number of the editor-in-chief of the poetry collection, which still kept the chat records between me and him.

In October of last year, I remitted [-] yuan to him as a personal fee for participating in the publication of poetry. I agreed that I would receive the collection of poems in February this year.

It is now the end of November, and a whole year has passed without any results.

I re-read the chat records with the editor-in-chief, and the records showed that the editor-in-chief's speech was very unreliable.In March, he replied to me that due to the epidemic, the printing was affected, and it would be delayed until June before the finished product could be sent to us.

Based on understanding, I accept.

In a blink of an eye, it was September, and when I contacted him again, he seemed impatient between the lines, and said again that the book would only be printed in October.At that time, I asked for a refund and refused to participate, but he refused, saying that it would definitely be sent to me in October, and I tolerated him again.

But today is November [-]th, and I still haven't received the book, so I decided to contact him immediately.

"Why hasn't your poetry magazine been sent out yet? It's been more than a year, so it's dishonest." I wrote a message to the host and sent it out.

The editor-in-chief immediately responded to many messages, with insulting meaning in the words:
"I'm going to sue you."

"Shameless woman."

"Dogs."

"The food you eat turns into poop, how can you turn it into rice?"

The editor-in-chief sent messages one after another, as if I had touched his sore spot.I didn't know how to reply for a while, and his words and sentences made me angry.

I think people like him are too lacking in quality, they are simply hooligans in the cultural industry!

My heart was beating so hard, my face was burning, I couldn't sit still with anger, but I still didn't know how to reply to him.

I sat there angrily for a while, then cut and clipped that person's message to Xiao, asking him to read it carefully and see how I was bullied by others while sitting at home.

Xiao was also annoyed after watching it.

"You burn incense and tell Xiang'er and little Xiao Ling, and tell them that you have been bullied." Xiao replied.

"You don't need to look for them. You can go to Yan later and ask him whether he cares about it. If he doesn't care, don't come to me in the future." I said.

In my heart, I think it is more appropriate to find someone, and I can't let Xiang'er be distracted at this stage.

"Well, okay, don't worry, that person is simply too deceitful." Xiao replied to me.

Because Xiao was also busy, I didn't contact him again, but my emotions still couldn't calm down for a long time.I feel that I am becoming more and more unable to adapt to today's society. People are indifferent, dishonest, and selfish...

"Zhu'er, just now I was chatting with an editor-in-chief in the message, and there was a dispute. I was insulted, am I stupid at home?! No matter how sitting at home, I will be bullied!"

When I burned incense to the candle, I felt very wronged and couldn't help nagging.

(End of this chapter)