The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Chapter 229 Improper copywriting? (3)

For Song Lanyi, since she came to this world, reading at night with the lights on has become the norm for her.

She rubbed her eyes, and after filling the third draft paper used for this level, she couldn't help rubbing her eyes, feeling that she had used her brain too much.

Mo Sheng took her draft paper by hand. Seeing the clear handwriting and the orderly steps on it, he couldn't help sighing, "Why don't you learn medicine and Confucianism, and come to learn ink with me. Maybe Mo The Tao will give birth to a second sage."

When Song Lanyi heard this, she immediately smiled. She raised her eyebrows, and her slightly opened eyebrows seemed to have hooks, with a sense of coquettish wantonness.

I heard her teasing, "Teacher, have you ever heard of someone giving up a forest because of a tree?"

Mo Sheng was silent for a long while, then looked at her resentfully, and said bitterly, "Scumbag!"

He still learned this word from Song Lanyi.

Song Lanyi flicked her hair, and turned her head confidently, "Women are not scumbags, and younger sisters don't love them."

Mo Sheng: "..."

He can't cure this apprentice anymore, come and take her away.

This series of conversations, during the course of the night's study, seemed like a flash in the pan.

Song Lanyi almost didn't need more words from Mo Sheng, and Song Lanyi once again devoted himself to research and practical calculations.

Mo Sheng looked at Song Lanyi's back, as if he had made a decision.

He said, "Yiyi, are you preparing to participate in the Ten Thousand Races Competition?"

Song Lanyi looked like he had just woken up from a dream before he realized, "So it's the Great Competition of Ten Thousand Races."

Seeing her like this, Mo Sheng was even more hesitant to speak, and in the end he just said, "In this big competition, you don't have to hide your clumsiness. You can show how strong your strength is."

Song Lanyi squinted her eyes, feeling that she heard something else from Mo Sheng.

Originally, she might just have thought that this Ten Thousand Clans Competition had any political significance, but now it seems...it doesn't seem to be the case at all.

She pondered for a moment, then tried, "Some secrets...can be revealed?"

Mo Sheng was secretly taken aback, and couldn't help but explode in his heart.

Your mother, apart from this dream space, there are secrets?
What about Mission: Impossible, Jenga?
On the face, Mo Sheng nodded calmly, "Of course."

Song Lanyi felt relieved.

Of course, in addition to this, the most important thing is that she has two saint teachers.

If we really want to talk about the background, I'm afraid Zhu Xulin is not as thick as her.

early morning.

Song Lanyi sat up from the bed energetically.

Seeing this, Tangxi just brushed her tail boredly, then closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Song Lanyi poked her, seeing that she was not moving at all, he couldn't help muttering, "How do I feel...you fall asleep more and more these days?"

Tangxi ignored her.

Too lazy to answer.

Because there is no freshness.

Recently she has been in a state of irritability.

The sixth sense told her that a crisis was about to happen.

But Tangxi thought about it, and with Song Lanyi's ability as a courtesan, she would definitely not be able to offend anyone outside.

So... the problem can only appear on yourself.

While thinking about it, Tangxi flicked her tail and uncontrollably fell asleep again.

Song Lanyi was a little worried, and planned to settle the matter in a few days.

Just as she was thinking about it in her heart, she heard the familiar voice again.

【call out. 】

When she opened it, she found that it was still that beautiful grandma—Shang Shan Ruo Shui.

She actually answered her question seriously.

Although... Song Lanyi didn't know if it was right.

She pondered for a moment and sent a message:
[Get up in the morning and face the sun.Beauty!Good morning~】【Diaohua.JPG】

Saint of Hundred Flowers... When she saw this message, she was still a little bit happy.

For the saints, the life of normal people seems to be far away from them.

At this time, Baihua felt that the design of this drifting bottle seemed to be good.

While the two were passing the drifting bottle back and forth, Song Lanyi gradually had a general impression of the Hundred Flowers Saint.

This is a dink, straightforward, lonely and wealthy beautiful grandma.

Song Lanyi couldn't help thinking of her grandmother in her previous life, and couldn't help feeling some complicated emotions in her heart.

Driven by her emotions, she wrote a line in a strange way:

【Are you particularly lonely?How about I show you some scripts? 】

When Bai Hua saw this line of words, she was a little surprised, but also inevitably moved.

The pen pal on the opposite side [Cute Puppy] is a bit out of tune sometimes, but he is still kind-hearted.

Come to think of it, "he" must be a kind but carefree young man.

The Hundred Flowers Saint thought for a moment, and agreed to the pen pal's kind help.

Now it was Song Lanyi's turn to be confused.

Where did she come from?

Write a "Dream of Red Mansions" or "Journey to the West"?
What are you kidding?

This heavy masterpiece, who can completely reproduce it?
It's not that I'm idle and have nothing to do!
But...although she is not a copywriter...but she seems to be able to invite the author of the original work.

Song Lanyi repeatedly considered the pros and cons, and finally decided...to take advantage of Dashu's abundant talents, and give him his vote.

Come back when all the money is gone.

Who should I invite first?
Song Lanyi thought about it, and felt that it was better to try it out, and use what the ladies and sisters have read--"Dream of Red Mansions".

Only this time, Song Lanyi saw the bright eyes before the vision of Caiqi Qingyan dissipated.

Hearing the sentence "When a fake is true, it is also a fake, if there is nothing to do, there is something and there is nothing", Song Lanyi's heart was determined.

She smiled and bowed, "Dr. Cao is here."

Mr. Cao still looked downcast, wearing coarse linen clothes, he looked ordinary, he seemed to have only one pair of eyes, darker than others.

But because of this, Song Lanyi did not dare to underestimate him.

(End of this chapter)