I changed green tea

I am too lazy to say that after tonight Xu Yan is mosquito blood, rice stuck on clothes, and I am too lazy to say that in Jiang Gou's eyes I am the white moonlight, the cinnabar mole on my heart.

I don't want anything to do with him.

To put it bluntly, if you are a person without imagination and emotion, like me, you can go to the hotel however you want. Will it affect my scores?

But in Jiang Gou's eyes, it was obvious that Mu Mingxue was his meal. Now that someone else had gotten there first, his money and status were of no use. Was he anxious? Was he angry?

The more carefree I am at times like this, the more uncomfortable Jiang Gou will feel?

Of course, I am too lazy to retaliate and add fuel to the fire. Sometimes, if I say something too clearly, it loses its color and makes me seem hysterical. I leave blank space in such places and let Mr. Jiang do the reading comprehension himself. Oh, how sour it feels.

"You smile so happily, and your lips are so warm tonight..." Jiang Gou wanted to eat someone.

"That's right. After all, tonight is very important to me~" My eyes moved and I walked slowly, stepping firmly in my high heels as I walked towards the elevator. I didn't mean to do that. Thinking about my previous running, thinking about my trip to the hospital, thinking about how I had walked so much, my feet were sore and tired.

He grabbed my hand.

"Mu Mingxue, I'll give you one last chance to think about it. You have to understand that the most precious thing about you to me is... this first time. I never drive someone else's second-hand car. You have to know that once you break my bottom line, you won't have any chance of advancement with me."

8①④⑨ ling ③Qi Bar

His grip made my wrist hurt, but I was not surprised that this man would say such shameless words in a low voice at this time.

What he said gave me the opportunity to take advantage of the situation and make a big fuss about it.

"Stop humiliating me, and stop humiliating yourself. Do you think I would hate you so much if I had the slightest fantasy about you? Even if I am just pretending to be nice to you, I have to play along with you.

The Eight-song Tower has been passed down through the ages, and the country is left to future generations to worry about! At least now I am running towards love, and I can talk about regrets later. "I should have turned around and left, but I really couldn't help but say some trash at this time.

There’s no way, I can’t send out the roulette wheel now, otherwise I’ll just say, “Bye, baby!”

Or "Where are my teammates, where are my teammates, where are my teammates?!!!" pierced Jiang Gou's eardrums and went straight into his mind...

Jiang Gou said this so directly, I was so happy. This guy finally won’t be bothered by me anymore and he’s finally completely losing interest in me, hahahaha!

He doesn't know that what Mu Mingxue feared most before is the promise that I want most now.

There is a saying that goes, the only thing Mu Mingxue can lose now is her shackles!

I fiercely shook off Jiang Gou's hand and walked away in big strides. I didn't care whether he stood there or did something else. What ever, I probably completely crushed Jiang Gou's sinister intentions.

I went to the hotel room and put my Mac away. After about 10 minutes, I went downstairs to find Mu Mingxue.

This idiot has no cell phone and no money. Where is he hiding? He should be in some corner outside the hotel.

I got out of the elevator and looked around carefully. There was no Jiang Gou at the front desk, and there was no trace of Jiang Gou around.

But when I walked past the front desk, the lady at the front desk looked at me, chuckled and asked, "Are you going out?"

I was stunned for a moment and said "hmm" casually. The service in a five-star hotel is indeed different. When the customer leaves the house, the young lady has to greet and talk to him?

I left the hotel and walked a few steps on the street when Mu Mingxue jumped out from somewhere.

"Has Mr. Jiang left? It's really hard to live without a mobile phone... It feels like I've been waiting here for a long time..."

"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that Mr. Jiang will see you? Or are you afraid that Xu Yan will laugh at you for checking into a hotel with me?" I looked at him indifferently.

"Always leave a way out..." He could actually say this?

"Leave a ghost? What illusions do you still have? Do you think you can escape without any consequences? Is that Mr. Jiang a pig? Can I come to a five-star hotel and get a room by myself? He has already said that if you lose your virginity, you will be completely worthless for him to play with.

Don't you understand the fundamental purpose of this man? ? He wants to touch a woman like Xu Yan, which shows how much he accepts people. He is a man-eating monster, and you still want to get the skin of the tiger. Can't you see such a simple situation?

You were quite clever when you criticized me and threatened me, but why didn't you think about how hateful Mr. Jiang was? "I was furious when I saw Mu Mingxue's weak attitude towards Jiang Gou.

At this time, he is still thinking about appeasement?

"You are right, everything you said is right... but... if I completely shatter my fantasy and start my life again, what kind of tomorrow will I have?" Mu Mingxue raised his head and looked at me straight. He seemed to be expecting me to give him a standard answer.

Chapter 25: The best thing about life is pure joy.

"Do you think that I have no goals in life? Do you think that people like me are muddle-headed and only care about my own happiness? People like me are only fit to live off my parents and wait for death in society?"

"Is not it?"

"Mu Mingxue, you seem to have forgotten that your major is art, and mine is the best journalism department in our school, one of the only two majors that require a pass.

You have previously discovered a folder full of vulgar things on my computer, but if you pay a little more attention, you will see that the file next to this folder is DOTA2, and below that, there is a folder called "Me".

You must not have been paying attention.

This folder contains some of my past from high school to the first semester of my freshman year.

Since our fates are tied together, and you asked me such a question, I might as well tell you about it.

Apart from playing Dota, the only skill I have is weaving stories and writing novels.

I wouldn't say that I've been well-read in literature since I was a child, but at least I've dabbled in it and have some interest in it.

During the winter and summer vacations in my first and second year of high school, and on weekends, I wrote whenever I had time. At that time, I was a five, and most of what I wrote was full of pretentious and useless literary youth, or so-called science fiction that was easily exposed. At that time, I particularly liked post-apocalyptic survival novels. I wrote a 60-word book in fits and starts, but because the quality was too poor, it was not signed and was not put on the shelves.

I only made 128 yuan? The website required 200 yuan to withdraw, so I was working for nothing.

By the summer vacation of senior year, there was no homework or other burdens.

I get up at 8 o'clock in the morning and write until 12 o'clock noon, writing 2-3 chapters with great self-discipline.

Then I play Dota in the afternoon and watch anime and some ancient and modern Chinese and foreign novels that interest me at night.

Do you know why the calluses on my hands are so thick? I typed them.

I earned my first money during the summer vacation in my senior year of high school. My work was recognized and I earned 7 yuan in July and 8 yuan in August.

In the first semester of my freshman year, I also wrote a lot of things. I earned a lot of money and had no plans. I paid 4 yuan out of yuan to my parents and spent the rest on games. After the winter vacation, I want to really enjoy my college life.

I'm going to stop writing novels for the time being and just enjoy playing games.

There are so many games released on Steam this year, and they are so fun. I added a game that I haven't played to my account, and there are still 137 games left, all of which are masterpieces of various types. I can slack off for a while if I want to.

I can still log into the author platform and retrieve all my royalties. I’ll show it to you when I get to the room later.

What I said about living a life of idleness and waiting for death was just a self-deprecating way of speaking.

I hope to get a job in a leisurely public institution in the future and write some novels.

I don't let my family down, and I can also pursue my own little pursuits.

The small county town has two days off a week and the journey is not far. If I write two chapters every day, I can earn 10,000 or 20,000 yuan a month. The price level where we live is not high.

It's not easy to live in Hangzhou. I've long understood that this bustling metropolis with its bustling music, bright lights and nightlife is not meant for me.

There was a famous writer a while ago who said that he had either been creating anything in his life or just wasting his time.

I like to use this word, so I have repeatedly emphasized that I just like to eat and wait for death.

Because my writing is just a taste, just a fast food on the roadside, I have a clear understanding of myself. What I write is small and empty, and the life I live is small and exquisite, that's enough. Life is like this, and I am like this. This is the breadth and depth of my thinking.

I am only interested in words for a short time, but I can work on them tirelessly and passionately over and over again late at night.

So, what kind of life can we face?

The question is simple.

For you, I can start writing novels seriously again in the second semester of my junior year.

It's impossible to make a fortune like Mr. Jiang.

But we can definitely guarantee that you can have braised pork every meal and eat and drink well.

Help you rent a house and buy furniture for you.

I can't afford a house in Hangzhou, but I can give you a small world with the words I type.

This is the best I can do.

There is no need for me to sell my beauty and dignity, and I don't need to work hard to make money.

To me, my words are valuable, and I can use this value on you."

I also looked at him deeply.

This is the first time I've told anyone like this, other than my parents.

I never brag to others that my novels have nearly 500 million hits on a certain website and tens of thousands of collections. I don't think it's awesome. I just think I'm making a living. Others like to read, and I like to write. I get some tips and write about love and romance. I don't think of myself as a lofty writer.

I'm just a creator, just a person who makes a living.

Living a life of idleness and waiting for death is my way of being modest. Of course, when I say this, others will think that I am just a five. What does other people's words have to do with me?

I don't seek profundity, but simplicity.

I can put down the pen at will, and when I put down the pen, I enter the world of DO2; when I pick up the pen, I enter my world. This is my interest in being detached from the world.

"Why... didn't you tell me earlier?" Mu Mingxue stared at me in amazement, and after a long pause she whispered...

"I don't like to prove myself by sensationalism. What I write is niche and about emotional entanglements. What do you think my roommates would think if I told them that I was writing a novel?

I don't need their support or recognition of my writing.

As for you before, the money I earned from writing novels with all my strength is still a far cry from the money you had for Mr. Jiang. You wouldn't listen even if I told you. And I was also a little shocked at that time. From a purely financial perspective, I was like an ant that was crushed to death~

Now is the best time. You asked me seriously this time, so I will answer seriously. "

I smiled at him, and of course, this smile was confident and glowing.

"Now, do you think that I, Qin Huan, can have a place in this society?" I narrowed my eyes slightly.

"Wait until you show me the list of royalties... I really didn't expect that you would... actually..." Mu Mingxue swallowed hard, he still couldn't believe it.

Of course he couldn't believe it. A loser like me should be a good-for-nothing five.

"Okay, okay, then go in first. What are you standing outside for?"

He grabbed a corner of my clothes, lowered his head and started daydreaming again.

It doesn't matter. I said, let him be happy. My ambition will not be reflected in petty intrigues or in the world of fame and fortune.

But as the saying goes, God has given me talents to be useful, and the meaning of life is the simple joy.

These are my two favorite lines of poetry.

When my father named me, Qin Huan was transformed from the simple joy of this world.

I don’t talk about the so-called spiritual realm with people. I have always liked to use “Life is like a dream, how much joy can we have?” as the reason for playing games.

Youth is just a few years long. When the sun is shining, when you are not playing Dota with BGM on, where do you find the time to stop and take a serious look at the new version changes when you are busy with daily necessities?

Chapter 26 Jiang Yuncun speaks righteously~?

The world needs heroes, but it also needs bards who applaud heroes and make a few bucks with heroic stories, like me.

Mu Mingxue's attitude was still cautious. She took my room card and left first.

I thought it wasn't a big problem. To be honest, I didn't want to see Jiang Gou and ruin the good mood I had just created.

Let her have her fantasies. I can't possibly uproot Mu Mingxue's expectations for a good life in the past.

He was surprised that I was a writer who made some money by writing novels, but his surprise was only to the extent that I was not a five-star but still had some ability and hope.

But what I mean by supporting his own world is really only his own world. You can't look at the surroundings because there are too many differences around.

I didn't wait too long, about three minutes, he was walking very fast, I slowed down, basically there was no problem...

However, as soon as I walked into the hotel lobby, I saw Mu Mingxue with his head down, and the lingering Jiang Gou standing in front of him. I realized that I had no power at all in front of Jiang Gou.

When I got closer, I realized that the receptionist didn't react at all. She just lowered her head and pretended to look at her phone, as if nothing had happened.

"You greeted me when you went out just now, why didn't you greet me when you came back?" I deliberately walked to the front desk and gave her a provocative look. I didn't quite understand why Jiang Gou was able to intercept Mu Mingxue, but it was definitely related to the front desk.

"Mingxue, is this the boyfriend you found? Xu Yan told me that he is from your school... Hehe, a spare tire in a mobile phone? No matter what questions I asked him, he didn't know the answer... He lowered his head cowardly, not like a man at all.