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As a result, Qiao Yinque, who had been silent before, suddenly became enlightened and took her ecological niche. Now her panic look is realistic, and she looks happy when she smiles.

Ye Menglan was stunned.

What's going on? Why are everyone trying to grab it from me?

You are really my plastic sisters, right? You thought you were joking when you said we were robbing each other, but it turned out to be true?

But when she was asked to step in again, and she saw Qiao Yinque, who was no longer gloomy and became so happy, she couldn't do it.

Thinking of Tang Ping being a loyal fan of Qiao Yinque, although he didn't know that Qiao Yinque was the little sparrow and the little sparrow was Qiao Yinque.

But when the truth is exposed and with the blessing of idol BUFF, even if he wants to fight, he will definitely not be his opponent.

Forget it, give this handsome boy to Qiao Yinque...

Many thoughts were racing in Ye Menglan's mind.

In the end I can only feel sad in my heart:

"Why is this happening? It was obviously me first..."

The escape room ended with an alternation of surprises and laughter.

But today’s play is not over yet.

After leaving the secret room and breathing fresh air, the four girls took Tang Ping to play other miscellaneous activities.

When it was time for dinner, they didn’t disband and went to the mall to have a meal together.

What was more unexpected to Tang Ping was that the meal had just been ordered and before the food was served, Qiao Yinque actually took the initiative and offered AA.

The other three girls also looked at Qiao Yinque in a very strange way.

"Wait a minute, let's go put on makeup together."

Ye Menglan pulled Qiao Yinque up and headed to the bathroom outside with the other two girls.

But just a few steps out of the hotel door, she exaggeratedly said to Qiao Yinque:

"Qiao Yinque, Qiao Yinque, you've only known him for a few hours and your elbow turned outward?"

Qiao Yinque looked away unnaturally: "Why are your elbows turned outward? Isn't it normal to eat out for AA? You don't plan to let that Tang Ping pay the bill?"

"It's normal, and we didn't intend to let him pay the bill, but how could we be in such a hurry? We had just finished ordering and not even a single dish was served, so we hurriedly said AA, as if we were deeply afraid that he would foot the bill."

Ye Menglan said, shaking her head:

"No, Qiao Yinque, you can't do this. You will suffer a lot in love in the future, a big loss!"

Qiao Yinque: "What kind of love, where did you go?"

"Stop pretending, do you know how many days it has been since you smiled normally? Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and want to drink water. When I hear your sinister laughter while gritting your teeth and mumbling to yourself, I feel like it's coming from my hair. So scared!

"To be honest, I felt that you were mentally disturbed at the time, and I was considering changing to another dormitory. I have already contacted your new roommate.

"But it's great. I was right to pull you out today. Look, it's just a coincidence that I met a handsome guy who is actually your die-hard fan!

“God’s will, this is God’s will!

"You must remember to inform me when we get together in the future. Remember, I will viciously eat you a luxurious meal of Japanese food, including sweet shrimps, salmon, grilled beef tongue, and serve them all!"

Ye Menglan was chattering and couldn't stop talking as soon as she started talking.

Qiao Yinque felt embarrassed and awkward, so she corrected herself:

"I just feel that I get along very well with him, like a close friend, not in the way you think."

Ye Menglan snorted coldly and sneered:

"Then do you agree if I go after him now?"

Qiao Yinque: "..."

Ye Menglan looked at the other two roommates: "Look, she's silent!"

"Okay, stop bullying her." The top-school girl without makeup said.

The blond girl with big waves sighed quietly.

"Tonight, remember...to take birth control measures."

"Where have you all been thinking about?" Qiao Yinque's face turned red.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk anymore. Let's go back quickly. After dinner, the three of us will sneak away first and let Qiao Yinque play with her die-hard fans."

Ye Menglan took her back to the store.

For a dinner, people who eat have different thoughts.

After eating, AA finished paying the bill, Ye Menglan greeted the other two roommates, and left in a hurry on the pretext of having something to do.

Tang Ping and Qiao Yinque were left walking in the darkening streets.

When I feel tired from walking, I sit on a bench on the street and rest for a while.

Qiao Yinque glanced at the brightly lit milk tea shop not far away:

"I'm going to buy a cup of milk tea. What... do you want to drink?"

"Let's use poplar nectar. Less ice and less sweetness. Add more mango dices and less sago."

Qiao Yinque took note of it carefully, walked over quickly, and came back briskly after a while holding two cups of poplar nectar.

"Here you go." She handed the cup in her left hand to Tang Ping, who was sitting on the bench, looking thoughtful.

"Oh, thank you." Tang Ping came back to his senses and took it with a smile.

"You're welcome - what are you thinking about, so absorbed?"

Qiao Yinque inserted the straw into the cup, took a sip, and asked curiously.

Tang Ping also inserted the straw and took a sip, and answered slowly:

"I was thinking about how to tell the protagonist a new 'friend' in a newly conceived story, the protagonist's big secret."

Chapter 57 Guess Who I Am

"Eh, that sounds interesting."

Qiao Yinque tilted her head and thought for a while, thinking about using her own ideas to continue writing this plot for Tang Ping:

"Usually, in this case, it means that the protagonist is hiding his secret from his friends, right?

"Then tell your friend that the protagonist has a major secret. All you have to do is let your friend accidentally uncover something and discover that something is wrong with the protagonist.

"For example, suppose that the protagonist is a gentle and elegant gentleman on the surface, but secretly he is a bloody and terrifying murderer. The friend whom the protagonist met when he was a gentleman accidentally broke into the scene of the murderous protagonist's brutal murder one night..."

"Well, that's a good way."

Tang Ping nodded thoughtfully:

"But the protagonist's identity on the surface is very ordinary, and his identity behind the scenes... can only be said to be a bit of a grudge against his new 'friends'."

"On the surface, they are friends, but secretly they are enemies, and then the enemy discovers that the friend is the enemy... It is a very classic setting of falling in love and killing each other."

Qiao Yinque chewed the sweet mango pieces and the soft sago juice in small mouths, her eyes rolled and she thought deeply:

"If that's the case, can we start with the details?

"The protagonist and the enemy regard each other as good friends, but from certain details, such as being left-handed, habitually touching his nose when lying, and having a mole somewhere secretly on his body...

"Have you discovered that the other party is actually your enemy?

"No, they must have been suspicious first, but for some reason, they both kept it quiet for the time being. The two sides tested each other round after round, and the two people's virtuality and reality were constantly changing...

"In this way, the reader's tension is aroused again and again, and each time the reader feels, 'Ah, we are about to be exposed!' Suddenly it stops abruptly for some strange reason, and the danger is turned into safety.

"It wasn't until the finale of the story that the protagonist and the enemy finally confirmed that the other was the enemy. However, in so many rounds of mutual testing, they had already become entangled in a deep bond that could not be cut and kept messy.

“Their hearts are filled with pain and entanglement. They cannot believe it and are unwilling to face it, but they have to face it.

"The readers' hearts are also painful. They watch these two people going back and forth, fighting for wits and courage, and they have already unknowingly linked up with this pair of unbreakable CPs in their hearts, but they have to see how they end up in the story. Tear apart the false harmony and face the bloody and cruel reality..."

Qiao Yinque is worthy of being the mainstay writer of "Dove of Peace".

After thinking deeply, her thoughts become smoother and smoother, and the stories she tells can definitely draw readers' hearts deeply and make their flow experience fluctuate with her.

"Very impressive." Tang Ping praised sincerely.

The corners of Qiao Yinque's mouth turned up in two curves, outlining the sweet mango taste that made her overjoyed:

“Of course, if you want to write a plot like an urban soap opera, it should be that the protagonist was once harmed by his enemy, but now he has changed his appearance and returned again with a new look.

"He vowed to take revenge, and the enemy is most likely his wife and cheating partner.

"The protagonist plans the plot step by step, weaving a spider web of traps for the adulterer and adulterer. The adulterer and adulteress gradually notice the strangeness of the protagonist, and slowly find out that he is the person they once tried to kill.

"In the finale of the story, good and evil collide fiercely. They seem to be evenly matched, but the protagonist who returns for revenge is even more prepared. When the adulterer and adulteress think they have won a complete victory and are shouting with pride, they reveal their trump cards and sweep the whole scene... "

"That's a great summary. You are worthy of being called Teacher Little Sparrow." Tang Ping sighed in admiration.

"Hehehe, it's okay..." Qiao Yinque smiled happily, her laughter slowly getting lower and lower.

She looked at Tang Ping blankly:

"How do you know I'm a little sparrow?"

Tang Ping smiled and pointed to his temple:

"My guess.

"When I praised the little sparrow, the four of you reacted very strangely, as if you knew who the little sparrow was, and when you saw me admiring him so much, you couldn't hold back the expressions on your faces.

"Three of them subconsciously looked at you, but you didn't look at any of them.

"After that, Ye Menglan stopped talking several times. With a mysterious look that wanted to show off, she wanted to tell me a secret. The first two words of the secret were 'little mother' and 'little horse'... …

"Or, 'little sparrow' for 'little sparrow'."

Having said this, Tang Ping faced Qiao Yinque, who was stunned for a moment.

The smile is bigger.

“Although it is incredible, if all impossibilities are eliminated, what remains is the truth even if it is impossible.

"Maybe I'm really that lucky. It was just an ordinary escape room where my friends let me escape, but I met my favorite author, Mr. Little Sparrow, you."

The lights of the milk tea shop not far away illuminate the back.

Qiao Yinque held the nectar from a poplar branch in her hand, her red lips opening wider and wider, surprised and obsessed with the romance of this incredible chance encounter.

Ye Menglan's whirring words suddenly echoed in her ears:

"It's God's will, it's God's will!"

Breathing and heartbeat can't help but accelerate and intensify with the cheerful drumbeat coming from the milk tea shop.

"If you think about it carefully, it's really a bit embarrassing."

Tang Ping looked a little embarrassed, the tip of his index finger hooked his cheekbone, and said:

“Unknowingly, in front of my favorite writer, I admired her so much, but I could only barely feel the weirdness of the atmosphere.

“It wasn’t until I thought about it later that I discovered the embarrassing truth.

"Thank you four for being able to hold it in. If I had been in this situation, I would have laughed like crazy."

"This is also the first time I've encountered this kind of situation..." Qiao Yinque lowered his head, his eyes darting away in panic. He wanted to look at Tang Ping, but he didn't dare to meet his eyes.

Maybe Ye Menglan and the others were right.

Oneself, maybe, really...

"Aren't you still sitting down?" Tang Ping pointed to the empty seat next to him.

"Ah good."

Qiao Yinque agreed in a panic, her heart beating wildly and her face burning.

With her mind in confusion, she took out a paper towel, dipped it in the water mist on the side of the milk tea cup, and wiped the empty space on the bench next to Tang Ping.

Suddenly something moved in my heart, and I remembered that until now, I still don't know which magazine Tang Ping works for, what pen name he has, or what works he has written.

As she was wiping and preparing to turn around and sit down, she couldn't help but ask:

"By the way, what works have you written? Maybe I have read the stories you wrote by accident."