A healing writer? No, it's a depressing writer!

Chapter 233 The most despised writer of the year! Master of sacrifice! Peking University and Tsinghua University will be crushed by us in the end! 6k
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The weather and scenery in summer are just right. Even though the dull summer is a bit hot, it is the season when willow catkins are fluttering and passing through the cherry blossom garden, everything looks so beautiful.

There is one good thing about summer at school, that is, the girls' clothes are a little cool. If you walk around the playground, the grove, or the tree-lined avenue, you will see endless long legs.

But now Jiang Hai's mind is not on the girls' legs at all.

He found a place to sit down in the shade of a locust tree, and then began to read an interview with the writer [Yanyu Rujiangnan] that was specially made by the National Library of China in the form of a public account:
"Please go to die and be deified for the Dragon Clan."

When the works of each writer are included in the National Library, the library will publish an exclusive interview for the author.

This exclusive interview will record in detail the author's original intention for writing this book, the source of inspiration, and the author's own insights on this work.

Normally speaking, this should be a good thing to make a name for oneself. The books collected by the National Library may not all be world-famous classics such as "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and "Dream of Red Mansions", but they are at least the best in their respective fields.

Generally, when authors learn of this news, they will cooperate with the exclusive interview report of the Library. After all, for the author, it is definitely a rare good thing for his work to be recognized by the official organization. However, when the staff of the Library tried to contact Yanyu Rujiangnan, the author of "Dragon Clan", they were surprised to find that...
They couldn’t even contact Jiangnan?

Since the release of Dragon Tribe III: Tides of the Black Moon, Jiang Nan has disappeared from the face of the earth.
Disappeared without a trace?
The staff of the National Library tried to contact the "Youth Preface" magazine, hoping to contact the author Yanyu Rujiangnan through the magazine and complete this exclusive interview.

But the editor of the magazine told me:

"We don't know much about the personal information of the author Yanyu Ru Jiangnan."

"The only person who knows the situation is Editor-in-Chief Mo, but he is currently in the hospital."

It was impossible to contact Yanyu Rujiangnan through normal channels, and the editor of the National Library was quite helpless.

However, even though I am helpless, I still have to do the normal interviews.

After visiting a large number of book lovers, I collected a lot of information.

In the end, the editor spent three days writing this special interview of more than 17,000 words:

"Please die and become a god for the dragon clan! The writer most hated by readers - Yanyu Rujiangnan!"

We adhere to the principles of objectivity and fairness in order to conduct this special interview.

The editor has specially collected a lot of information about the writer [Yanyu Ru Jiangnan]. Not only that, he even interviewed 231 book friends of "Dragon Clan" and asked them to focus on their views on the writer Yanyu Ru Jiangnan.

Although there are a thousand different Hamlets for a thousand people, people have mixed attitudes towards the "Dragon Family" series of books.

But everyone's opinions on [Smoke and Rain in Jiangnan] are surprisingly consistent -

"Damn it!"

"This guy really deserves to die!"

To what extent do readers hate "Smoke and Rain in the South of the Yangtze River"?
This is how I describe you——

The rating of Empress Dowager Cixi on Hupu is 2.4 points, but the rating of Jiangnan on Hupu is only 2.3 points.

Cixi's score is actually 0.1 point higher than Jiangnan?
This also means
Cixi's reputation is actually better than Jiangnan's?

From this we can see how much readers hate a person like Jiangnan.

Jiang Hai read the interview titled "Please Die and Become a God for the Dragon Clan" and found that the editor and readers had put many labels on themselves:

"The author of the Sacrifice Stream."

"Master of the Depression Stream."

“A representative master of the youth genre known for his portrayal of tragedy.”

“If you don’t know how to cut people, you won’t be able to write a book”

Among them, during the interview with fans of the book "Dragon Clan", the editor interviewed a friend with the ID [Jiangnan has only readers but no fans], which almost made Jiang Hai lose his temper:
"In the book Dragon Tribe I: Dawn of Fire, I fell in love with Old Tang, who was righteous and loyal to his friends, and then Old Tang died."

"In the book Dragon Tribe II: Eyes of the Mourner, I fell in love with the beautiful and loyal Xia Mi, and then Xia Mi died."

"In the book Dragon Tribe III: Tide of the Black Moon, I fell in love with the innocent little monster Eri, who represented pure love above all else. Then Eri died tragically in the Red Well."

"I once wondered if it was because I liked these characters that they died."

"Do you think it's too late for me to like Jiangnan now?"

In this 17,000-word interview chapter, the composition of Jiangnan book fans is statistically analyzed in detail.

Among them, about 70 percent of the radicals believed that Jiangnan should have died in the womb from birth.

As for the remaining 30 percent of conservatives?
They believe that the radicals are still too conservative.

Jiangnan should not have been born.

"According to official historical records, Jiangnan is a descendant of Sima Yi, and his full name is Sima Jiangnan"

Seeing the official taking the lead in playing with the meme, Jiang Hai couldn't hold it in for a moment:
"How can the fucking official also become a black spot?"

I have absolutely no intention of making excuses for Jiangnan.

In this interview with a person from the National Library of China, a series of readers' offensive remarks against Jiangnan were recorded truthfully:
"Jiangnan doesn't care about his fans, just like his senior never cares about him. Guess what kind of posture Jiangnan is using to fight with the rich second generation when he is yelling and madly fighting with us readers at night?"

"If Eri's death can push "Ryuzo" to its peak, then Jiangnan's death can push "Dragon Clan" to its peak!"

"I second the motion! The only thing that's left for Dragon Clan to be deified is the death of Jiang Nan."

"Knowing your home address, I will let you know what it means to be a real 'king descending from the sky, angry and ferocious'."

"When I learn the art of slaying dragons, I will go and slay this old thief!"

There is no exaggeration or disparagement in this character interview of "Please Die and Become a God for the Dragon Clan", which records in detail various readers' comments on the author Jiang Nan.

Even though most people hate the writer Yan Yu.

At one point, his hatred even exceeded that of Empress Dowager Cixi.

But it is undeniable that "Dragon Tribe" is indeed a good book. Among the many youth sentimental literature books in China——

Support rate jumped to the top of the list!
"Although I don't agree with your comments." Jiang Hai walked aimlessly towards the tree-lined path ahead, "But you are right about one thing."

"Whether it's the official or the fans, I don't care about your comments at all."

Tragedy is the highest form of literary expression.

If you write a tragedy and make yourself feel good, you are bound to offend another group of people.

This is inevitable.

When it comes to the relationship between readers and authors, Jiang Hai can be said to be the first in the history of contemporary literary world.

He is the only writer who is still remembered by readers.

He is also the only author whose readers so desperately pleaded for his death.

Jiang Hai casually opened his phone and found a criticism from a reader in New York State on the Dragon Tribe forum:

"Jiangnan, are you asleep? It's 4:30 in the morning and I can't sleep."

When I saw that some readers saw the plot where Eri died tragically under the red well, I was so depressed that I couldn't sleep for a whole week.

Jiang Hai did not hesitate at all, and immediately switched to the account of [Writer Jiang Nan] and replied immediately:
"If I can't sleep, I get up and screw in the screws."

Normally, after the magazine arson incident, Jiang Hai should have kept a low profile.

But for some reason, Jiang Hai always feels that a life without competing with readers is not worth living.
Is it really boring?

Jiang Hai had not logged into the backend of this account for a long time. As soon as he logged in, he read the messages in the backend, which were almost all fierce criticisms from readers:

"Jiangnan, I'm a fucking idiot"

Deep love, deep hatred.

As much as everyone loves the book "Dragon Race" and the characters in the book with clear likes and dislikes and vivid personalities, they hate Jiang Nan as much as they do.
It was Jiangnan who strangled their fantasies about the future in the cradle!
It was Jiangnan who ended these vibrant lives one after another in the book with his own hands!

For readers, Jiangnan——

A murderer!

An executioner!
He killed a generation's fantasy about the beautiful opposite sex!

Therefore, when dealing with a person like Jiang Hai, everyone basically starts with zero frames:
"Jiangnan, I'm going to work early"

Just flipping through the comments in the backstage, there are tens of thousands of readers who are out of control and are insulting my account.

I don't know why, but Jiang Hai didn't feel uncomfortable reading these insulting letters from the backstage.
Instead, I feel a little excited?
In particular, I saw a reader ID from Tokyo, Japan, where a Coser dressed up as the red-haired Eri, standing under the Tokyo Tower, holding a so-called black-and-white photo of himself in his arms, and then wrote a big word "甸" in the frame, and posted a text:

"Have a nice journey, Jiangnan."

At this moment, Jiang Hai's inner comfort reached its peak.

"I just like the way you can't stand me but can't get rid of me."

While scanning the curses from these haters, Jiang Hai said with a smile:
"Since so many of you are attacking me, I'm sorry."

"It shouldn't be too much for me to fight back, right?"

Without any hesitation, Jiang Hai immediately took a picture of the clear blue sky with his mobile phone and then posted the photo directly on the public platform.

And with the text:
[Awesome, I have lived for another billion days]

After posting this update, Jiang Hai decisively logged out of his account without any hesitation.

As the saying goes, out of sight, out of mind.

As long as I don’t see any bad reviews, it means I haven’t been scolded.

Wang Yangming, a master of the School of Mind, once expressed this view:
“There is nothing outside the mind, and there is no reason outside the mind.”

As long as I close my eyes and see nothing, all the bad reviews in the world will disappear in an instant.
"Great!" Jiang Hai smiled and breathed a sigh of relief.

Feeling a little hungry, Jiang Hai put his phone in his pocket and walked straight to the roadside stall next to the third canteen and shouted to the stall owner:
"Boss, give me a set of pancakes!"

The boss wearing a chef's hat was busy making pancakes while he replied to Jiang Hai without even looking up:

"Would you like eggs?"

"want!"

"Would you like some ham?"

"want!"

"Do you want meat floss?"

"want!"

"That, and what else?"

"I want it!"

"You're rapping over here?"

Monkey Zhang Wenle had just finished class and was thinking of going to the canteen to buy something to eat, and just passed by a roadside stall on the way.

Then I saw Jiang Hai and the boss singing the same tune.

"Yo yo yo"

"What day are you on today? Why are you so happy?" Zhang Wenle spoke in a Beijing accent, walking towards Jiang Hai with a puzzled look on his face, "Great, Brother Hai, you want to have a family portrait of 48 yuan for a pancake? You've become rich."

"Did you win the lottery?" Actually, winning the lottery is like the Welfare Lottery Center playing rock-paper-scissors with you. If they win, you just give them two dollars. If you win, they will give you five million directly. The bet is two dollars against five million. It seems that you have made a fortune, but this game has a prerequisite -

No matter when, you have to go out first.

"Can a person win the lottery?" Jiang Hai replied while chewing the pancake in his hand until it was shiny, "What kind of ability do I have? It's normal for me to eat a family portrait worth 48 yuan."

I don’t know why, but the smile on Jiang Hai’s face became more and more intense.

Intuition told Monkey Zhang Wenle that this matter was not simple:
"Can you smile so happily just by eating a cake?"

"I can almost see the midnight snack you had last night."

Jiang Hai was too lazy to talk nonsense with him: "Don't worry about it."

This semester, the school's activity organization held a public welfare activity called "I will run the canteen" next to the third canteen. The general content is:

Students can manage a window in the cafeteria and sell the meals they cook themselves. The money earned can be used for charity or used as living expenses for poor students and to subsidize their families.

Of course, not only do they contract the canteen window, but some students who smell business opportunities will also buy some flowers, fruits, cold dishes and cooked food from the farmers' market outside the school and sell them next to the canteen.

"Fresh fruit, fresh pears, come and take a look."

Passing by the cafeteria, Jiang Hai was eating a pancake and felt a little thirsty.

By chance, I saw Zhang Suxin, a junior classmate from the Chinese Department, standing in front of the stall, shouting:

"Sydney~"

"Sydney~"

“Big and sweet pear~”

"Come and take a look~"

Zhang Suxin is a heroic girl with short hair. Her ambition is not to study, but to earn enough wealth through her own hands.

In other words, her future goal is to become a strong woman, so now she is working hard for her future dream.

In fact, the relationship between Jiang Hai and Zhang Suxin is pretty good. Jiang Hai doesn't like pretentious girls, and coincidentally, Zhang Suxin also has a very direct personality.

So the two of them usually get along pretty well.

Seeing that it was Zhang Suxin selling fruit, Jiang Hai did not hesitate. He walked straight to the stall, picked up a big and juicy snow pear and took a bite:
"Give me a snow pear, I'll put it on the account and give it to you next time."

Jiang Hai's actions immediately aroused Zhang Suxin's dissatisfaction, and her tone was slightly reprimanding:
"No, why is it you again, Jiang Hai?"

"Although my family sells pears, you can't always buy pears from me on credit."

Jiang Hai was stunned by her question:
"How can I always give you Sydney on credit?"

Zhang Suxin put her hands on her hips and said, "When have you never given me a pear on credit?"

“Do you really buy on credit every time?”

“I don’t remember a single time when I didn’t buy on credit.”

Although, on the surface, the conversation between the two seemed very normal and there was nothing wrong with it.

However, the speaker may not have any intention, but the listener may take it seriously.

What is Monkey Zhang Wenle's nickname?
Old dirty man.
Any normal conversation would immediately become inappropriate once it passed through his color-filled brain.

"No." Zhang Wenle was immediately shocked by the two's bold remarks. "How can you bring such a private matter to the table and talk about it?"

"What are you talking about?" Jiang Hai expressed confusion.

"Chinese culture is broad and profound." Zhang Wenle flashed a smile of an experienced driver, "Come and listen to me and I will explain it to you in detail."

Judging from the pronunciation -

The "xue" in "Snow Pear" and the "xue" in "cave" are homophones.

The word "cai" in "credit" and the word "she" in "shoot" are also homophones.

Let’s follow this line of thought -

Credit me Sydney, it's like she me.
Without waiting for the monkey to finish his words, Zhang Suxin slapped the monkey in the face.

All I heard was a crisp slapping sound:

"Snapped--"

"You bastard, you're vulgar!" Zhang Suxin yelled angrily, then walked towards the cafeteria entrance without looking back.

"Not my buddy." Monkey Zhang Wenle covered his swollen right face, then turned to look at Jiang Hai beside him, with a look of disbelief, "Why did she hit me?"

"It's obviously you who asked me to explain."

"You deserve it. You deserve a beating! I told you to stop having those messy things in your head." Jiang Hai had no intention of pitying Zhang Wenle at all. He swallowed the pear whole and gnawed it into a core in no time. "Making dirty jokes in front of girls? My evaluation is--"

"You're such a big mouth, you deserve it"

Meanwhile, in the city center, a bustling hospital.

Editor-in-Chief Mo, who was hit on the head by a wine bottle and suffered a mild concussion, woke up from his sleep in a daze.

He lay on the hospital bed, half asleep and half awake, he opened his eyes:
"Where the hell did this come from?"

At this moment, Editor-in-Chief Mo’s memory is still stuck on that tragic afternoon.

He remembered that he did nothing.

I just stood in the crowd, trying my best to explain to the angry readers:
"It's not my fault. It's really not my fault. It's all Jiangnan's fault."

"It was Jiangnan who made me do this. Believe me, it was all Jiangnan."

Three sticks will break your brotherhood.

Although they were on good terms with each other in normal times, when something really happened, the three-page confession mentioned the brothers' names twenty-seven times.

These are all basic operations.

After all, to get by, you have to rely on three things:

He betrayed his brother, seduced his sister-in-law, and ran away fast.

The moment when you are surrounded by readers.

Editor-in-Chief Mo decisively chose to give up the task:
"I am innocent. It was Jiangnan who made me do this!!!"

Unexpectedly, before he could even finish his words, a loud shout suddenly appeared in his ears:

"You're just fucking called Editor-in-Chief Mo?"

Immediately afterwards, a beer bottle flew over from a distance, and with a "click" sound, the beer bottle exploded on Editor Mo's head.

Afterwards, Editor-in-Chief Mo lost consciousness.
When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was lying on a hospital bed.

"How long have I slept?" Editor-in-Chief Mo struggled from the bed and slowly sat up. At this moment, a sharp pain suddenly came from his head, causing him to gasp, "hiss——"

"it hurts."

Editor-in-Chief Mo still hasn't figured out what's going on.

"Ding dong~"

At the table, the text message alert sound of a cell phone ringing rang out.

Editor-in-Chief Mo tremblingly took the phone from the table next to him, unlocked the screen, and took a look at the phone with difficulty.

Only then did I realize that it was Jiang Hai’s latest update:
[Awesome, I have lived for another billion days]

I don't know why, but when I saw Jiang Hai's latest update, a feeling of fear suddenly rose from the bottom of my heart:
"You, do you want to do this?"

"Doctor, where is the doctor?" Editor-in-Chief Mo weakly sat up from the bed and tried to shout outside the ward door, "Quick, quick, someone come, I need someone to take care of me, I feel I am in danger now."

That is, Editor-in-Chief Mo was calling for a doctor.

next second.

A familiar voice, like a ghost, resounded in my ears again.

It made his hair stand on end:

"You're just fucking called Editor-in-Chief Mo?"

How do you know what kind of situation Editor-in-Chief Mo is in now?
After saying goodbye to Monkey Zhang Wenle at the cafeteria door, Jiang Hai returned to the animation studio from the cafeteria door, humming a little tune all the way.

I don't know why, but Jiang Hai feels that his current state is -

Happy.

Just extremely happy.

You want to ask him why he is so happy?
Then Jiang Hai may only be able to reply to you:
"I can't tell."

Maybe, it’s because I bought the delicious Sydney on credit?

Or maybe, it’s about facing those anti-fans who are disguised as book fans?

In short, Jiang Hai's current state can be described in two words -

happy!

Jiang Hai walked into the office humming a little tune:

"Hahaha, we are happy even though we are poor. Who am I?"

Unexpectedly, when he just walked into the office, he saw all the staff of the studio staring at him with extremely serious eyes.

There were about fifty or sixty people at the scene, all looking at him solemnly.

"What, what's going on?" Jiang Hai was a little uncomfortable with this scene, and he couldn't help but start to get nervous. "Why are you all looking at me?"

"There are no words on my face"

The words fell.

I saw Chen Hanying, the president of the CAFA Student Union, wearing a black long dress that showed off her figure and temperament, and holding a document with the latest TV station ratings statistics.

Wearing high heels, she walked slowly towards the river and the sea.

step.

One more step.

Another step.

She walked to Jiang Hai and handed the document to him, her voice trembling slightly:

"Jianghai——"

"We crushed Peking University and Tsinghua University."

(End of this chapter)