AI copywriting?All copied wrong!

"Okay!" Tang Ping agreed.

He picked up the phone and looked around.

The phone ringtone of the energetic little girl singing cute lyrics rang from inside the door.

Outside the door, Yan Yao's cheeks turned red again, and she quickly picked up her phone, ready to press the answer button.

But after waiting for more than ten seconds, the call didn't come in.

"Have you received the call?" Tang Ping asked from inside the door.

"……No."

"Oh, it seems she is probably asleep. I'll ask again when she wakes up tomorrow morning."

"Did you really call me?"

"I haven't made a call yet," Tang Ping said confidently, "I just clicked on a piece of music to prepare myself mentally!"

Yan Yao opened her mouth slightly: "..."

Such a shameless reason, why do you say it so confidently?

And what do you mean by deliberately playing my cell phone ringtone? Is it fun to tease me like this?

Yan Yao's slender fingers curled tightly one by one.

She suddenly wanted to punch Tang Ping!

Take a deep breath...

"Then are you mentally prepared?"

"When it's done, call now."

Tang Ping pressed the phone again.

This time, the common ringtone of a social software voice call came from the door.

The ringing continued for dozens of seconds, but no one answered.

Finally, there is a "beep" sound and the call is automatically hung up.

"It seems that he did fall asleep." Tang Ping said.

Yan Yao's face was expressionless: "The call you made was not mine."

"Of course, how could I call Sister Yaoyao? She was sleeping soundly. It would be bad to wake her up in the middle of the night."

Tang Ping said matter-of-factly:

"So I called Lin Nan. She and Sister Yaoyao sleep in the same room. I wanted her to wake up Sister Yaoyao gently, but it seemed that she was also asleep."

Yan Yao: "?"

You would rather call Lin Nan who is in another room than dare to call me who is only separated by a door?

Tang Ping said: "Go away. No matter what your intentions are, I can't open the door for you!"

Yan Yao raised three fingers.

"I'm counting to three, please open the door."

"one……"

"Click"

The door opened immediately.

Tang Ping invited Yan Yao into the room with a smile:

"Oh, isn't this my dearest sister Yaoyao? Please come in quickly. Please come in quickly."

Yan Yao raised her lips slightly: "Isn't it impossible for you to open the door for me?"

Tang Pingyi's words are strict:

"Zhu Bajie knows that the Four Saints' test of Zen mind is probably a trap, but he is still willing to fall for it. I know that opening this door is likely to lead to death, but I am still willing to open the door!"

Who is Zhu Bajie, and what is the Zen Heart of the Four Saints... Yan Yao shook her head, stretched out her left hand that had been nestled in her arms, and handed the thing in her hand to Tang Ping.

"This is it?" Tang Ping was stunned.

"Hot milk."

Yan Yao said calmly:

"Although I can't remember exactly whether it was what you wanted to drink, I brought it to you anyway."

"Yeah, it's still warm."

Tang Ping opened his mouth in silence, looked at the second box of milk in Yan Yao's hand, and then looked at Yan Yao with a dull expression.

Yan Yao moved her hand to Tang Ping: "Don't drink?"

Tang Ping reacted: "Drink, definitely drink!"

He took the box of milk. It was hard to say what the temperature of the milk in the box was. The temperature on the surface of the box was indeed warm and soft... ah no, warm or hot.

Tang Ping picked up the milk, inserted the straw in front of Yan Yao, and took a sip.

Yes, the milk is still warm.

After drinking an entire carton of pure milk in one go, he let out a sigh of relief and put down the empty milk carton.

"tasty?"

Tang Ping took a look at the brand: "It's okay. It's quite qualified as buffalo milk."

Yan Yao laughed out loud.

It's quite damaging to others.

She smiled and nodded and said:

"It's okay. Then go to bed early. I'm going back to sleep too. Good night."

Tang Ping said "uh".

Staring at Yan Yao in disbelief.

She came all the way to knock on the door for half a day just to... give herself another box of warm milk?

"Is there anything else?" Tang Ping asked.

"What else can you do? Do you want me to apologize to you? I'm sorry but I can't do it." Yan Yao twisted her head.

She originally wanted to apologize, but Tang Ping didn't open the door for a long time, causing her to stand in the corridor for so long. She immediately didn't want to apologize!

"Don't you want me to apologize to you?" Tang Ping asked.

"Then you apologize," Yan Yao said, "I'll listen."

"sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have tricked you."

"Why shouldn't you be playing tricks on me?"

"If I want to trick you into being a ghost, I'd rather control Lin Nan and play tricks on you together."

Tang Ping, the evil-minded type, is living now, Tang Ping, the honest-to-goodness type.

Yan Yao shook her head: "That's not it."

"Uh...that's it?"

Yan Yao stretched out her right hand towards Tang Ping's cheek.

The fingers tapped lightly, giving him a blow to his forehead.

"You made me wait outside the door for a long time in vain, idiot."

She turned around and left, closing the door behind her and leaving a "good night" before closing the door.

Tang Ping stood there in a daze. After being stiff for a while, he touched his forehead.

In the brain of his forehead, the scene of Yan Yao reaching out and the words that came as his brain collapsed were replayed repeatedly.

"……what?"

Does anyone really use "idiot" in real life?

Tang Ping always thought that the word "idiot" only existed in light novels with poor curse words: "Tang Ping, you big idiot!" 』

But in reality, real people only use words like "Stupid Batch", "Second Batch", "Han Batch", "Funny Batch"... all of which are inseparable from "Batch"!

"Maybe because I surfed the Internet for too long and the level of cyber abstraction is too deep, I have a big misunderstanding of reality." Tang Ping murmured.

……

noon.

Everyone was so drunk that they covered their heads and got up to eat when the sun was basking them. Before they even started to move their chopsticks, they saw Yan Yao standing up.

She didn't drink but her ears were red. She bent down and apologized to the staff and writers at the table, saying she was sorry for delaying their rest last night.

The magazine employees understood this, and several male writers forced smiles on their faces. They wanted to ask Yan Yao what happened after she entered Tang Ping's room, but they didn't have the guts to ask.

Lin Nan blinked, thinking he was just talking about the drinking incident, and carefully glanced at Tang Ping and gave him a wink.

Tang Ping remained calm and moved his chopsticks.

Eat vegetables, eat vegetables.

"Ah, what happened?"

President Song Ze was confused.

He went to bed very early last night and did not wake up from a deep sleep.

Fortunately, when you grow up, your body has unprecedented control over your bladder. If you were a child, you would have been immersed in the ocean.

"By the way, Tang Ping."

During the meal, Song Ze thought of something and looked at Tang Ping:

"Although I shouldn't mention this during this rare break, we have plans to publish your first fairy tale book and hold a book signing at the same time."

"If everything goes well, it will probably be done before September... Do you have any intention?"

Everyone else at the dinner table, especially the magazine staff, all stared at Tang Ping.

Although from their understanding, Tang Ping was very keen on making big news from time to time.

But Tang Ping himself often said that making big news was not his original intention. What he hates most in his life is making big news. His greatest wish in this life is to be an ordinary ordinary person.

The magazine staff did not comment on such Versailles-heavy remarks.

In short, no matter how many times they discussed it, they were still unsure of Tang Ping's thoughts.

In full view of everyone, Tang Ping picked up the food with his chopsticks.

Here we go, the ancestral "Dove of Peace" is holding a book signing for the master!

Ever since Qiao Yinque, whoever he was, told him about such a thing, he had been waiting for this inevitable fate.

I just compiled and published the fairy tales previously published in "The Dove of Peace" into a collection of fairy tales, and held a book signing for this purpose...

It shouldn't cause any trouble, right?

Tang Ping thought unconvincingly.

He didn't think that he could make any big news that would be wanted by the entire Internet just by sitting in a chair and signing books. At most, he could smile and shake hands with book fans and say a few words.

But the big news didn’t listen to him.

Oh, by the way, there is one more thing that must be considered——

"Where can I open it? How many copies? Can I have someone sign it on my behalf?"

"The address hasn't been decided yet, the quantity hasn't been decided yet, so finding someone to sign on your behalf... definitely won't work," Song Ze said.

What book fans want is your autograph. If you find someone to sign it for you, then what’s the point of them coming to the autograph session to buy your fairy tale collection to support you?

Tang Ping persisted and asked, "Then can I get a seal and stamp it upward?"