I'm just a little white face who doesn't need to fight

Chapter 162 Great Writer Su Muyan
After noon, the sun began to turn yellow.Su Muyan was still broadcasting live, while Chuhe was playing with his erhu in the yard.

He accidentally touched the butt of Su Mu's cigarette just now, and got the cooling time of the erhu -30h.

In this way, the seventh level of erhu skills has been achieved.

Chuhe's heart is transparent, and he plays the erhu in a calm and unhurried manner, without the mentality that he couldn't wait to reach the full level of the pipa before.

After all, the erhu has always had a special meaning to Chuhe.

An afternoon passed like this, and when the sun went down, Chuhe went to the beach for a run, sweating all over.

Then he went to look at Su Muyan, who was playing games with a face full of lard, his eyes were wide open, and he was in a state of extreme tension.

It's a pity that no matter how concentrated she is, it's useless, food is food, and she was shot in the pan again.

"I'm so pissed off!" Su Muyan slapped the keyboard so hard that her ponytail hit her face.

The audience laughed to death, they just liked to see Su Muyan in a panic.

Chuhe walked over and sniffed, then shook his head: "There is body fragrance at noon, but now it's gone, hey."

When it came to deodorant, Su Muyan immediately became nervous, and quickly sniffed herself, but most people can't smell their own deodorant, and neither can Su Muyan.

The barrage gradually changed.

"Wow, exciting, stinky compensated dating meow, so fascinating."

"Little Yanmao can't be smelly, the poop of a beautiful girl is pink, okay?"

"Dahe, I want to hack you to death and smell the body fragrance of my goddess every day!"

Su Muyan ignored the barrage, and asked Chuhe nervously: "Is there really no body fragrance?"

"It's gone." Chuhe spread his hands, I am an honest person and never lie.

Su Muyan stopped playing immediately, turned off the live broadcast and ran out in a hurry.

"Where are you going?" Chuhe snickered. In fact, Su Muyan still smelled good, but he was sweating a lot.

"I want to run and swim, and my perfume can't be poisonous!"

"What water?"

"Scented water."

Pure I do not quite understand.

Chuhe ignored her and went to take a bath comfortably.

It turned out that the soak was refreshing, and Su Muyan came back from running. She was about to die of heat, so she jumped into the swimming pool and splashed the Chu River all over her face.

"It's so cool! I found that exercising is very good, it's time to use our gym." Su Muyan yelled.

There is a gym in the villa, but no one usually uses it, and Chuhe doesn't bother to use it.

Su Muyan, a slob, started her 3-minute enthusiasm again.

Chuhe rubbed Naozi and looked at her: "Besides sports, you have to find something serious to do. You can't live broadcast all day long. That would be inappropriate."

Chuhe's words are true. If Su Muyan broadcasts live every day, her face will be full of lard, it really doesn't fit her temperament of a young lady and a beautiful girl.

"I still sing, I want to be a singer too! As long as a better sound card is in place, I can be a singer." Su Muyan was full of confidence.

Chu He's face slanted, Are you sure?

"Change it to another one." Chu He sighed, Su Muyan's voice must not be saved.

Su Muyan pouted, then lifted her snow-white thigh and pressed it against the edge of the pool: "Look, my split is very good, let me dance!"

"Fengwu Jiutian?" Chuhe couldn't help laughing.

Su Muyan's dancing skills have improved a lot, but she still has no future, she can only treat it as a hobby.

Su Muyan retracted her big white legs, and thought carefully: "Do you want to force this writer to come out? It's really not good to live broadcast all day, it's time to become a writer!"

She was suddenly full of energy, as if she had been injected with chicken blood.

Chu He's face became even more slanted, meow meow?
"Are you a writer?"

"What is your look? Don't forget, I used to contribute to "Science Fiction World". I forgot how many words there are. Didn't I tell you?" It is her glorious history.

Chuhe remembered that when he wrote "Poetry and the Sea" before, Su Muyan showed off her high-priced manuscript.

This guy has a bit of writing.

"So you want to be a science fiction writer?" Chu He inexplicably wanted to laugh, a science fiction writer...

"No, science fiction is too difficult. I prefer to write romance, so it's decided. The great writer Su Muyan is born. Wait for me to receive the Nobel Prize for Literature hahaha." Su Muyan's passion was ignited, Climb ashore immediately.

Climb a section and look back at Chuhe: "By the way, you have to find something to do. You are a salted fish all day long. How will you face your sister's parents in May next year? How about earning [-] million?"

She still remembers this.

Chuhe smiled wryly: "Forgive me, I'm just a little boy who doesn't need to fight."

"Don't give up on yourself. One hundred million is not much. You have already earned 8 yuan, and there is still a difference of ninety-nine million yuan. It is only a few yuan if you round it up." Su Muyan encouraged Chuhe.

Chu He twitched, old lady, isn't your rounding up a bit exaggerated?
"Your sister has asked Ji Yun Company to help me write songs, and I guess I will become a singer soon." Seeing Su Muyan being so serious, Chu He had no choice but to pull himself together.

"Really?" Su Muyan was overjoyed, "In this way, wouldn't you be able to make money? Then you can perform commercially, rounding up, you can earn [-] million!"

Please stop rounding.

Chuhe diving dog planer, you can do whatever you say.

Su Muyan also went ashore, her clothes were wet, and there were drops of water on her big white legs, quite tempting.

But she didn't have the concept of temptation, and rushed into the house to take a shower, then went to the music room to turn on the computer, and began to study becoming a writer.

This is the first time she has done anything other than live broadcast in the music room.

Chuhe was a little curious, could Su Muyan really be a writer?A great writer with two ponytails and cute lolita?Kind of cute.

Chuhe took a shower and went to the music room to watch Su Muyan. Su Muyan was reading other people's novels on a website, and he was very attentive.

Chu He glanced at the website, it was a light novel website, and the style of writing tended to be two-dimensional.You can tell from the title of the book.

"I fell in love with my sister, do I have a brain problem? ", "After I was confessed by my sister, I suddenly confessed to my childhood sweetheart", "Does the dragon mount of Lord Demon King have to be this lewd?" "

Chu He couldn't help laughing, this bastard "debuted" in science fiction, has the style of painting gone so far now?

"I said Miss Su, light novels are too different from science fiction novels, are you sure you can master them?" Chu He said.

Su Muyan snapped: "As a great writer, what style of writing can't be mastered? I have already studied the style of light novels thoroughly, and my fans also prefer two-dimensional, so I will definitely be popular!"

She still has a bit of brains and knows how to use fan traffic.

"Oh, then what are you going to write?" Chuhe asked with a smile.

Su Muyan was full of enthusiasm: "What should I do about the cute me who is coveted by my perverted brother?"

???

"Is this a light novel?" Chu He's face hurts.

"Aren't you convinced?" Su Muyan was arrogant.

Chu He cupped his fists: "I'm convinced, anyway, "As long as the name is long enough, it's a fucking light novel, right?"

(End of this chapter)