bedroom literature

Chapter 3 The Clown Is Tired

【Jiang Qiwen】

This look frightened him softly.

How could it be him?

No wonder that Weibo was posted by someone nearby!

This is too close, not the person nearby, but the person opposite the bed.It's close to the forehead.

The raw chocolate that I sent them a few days ago was not the promotion that Mrs. Rabbit Furnace just sent out?

At that time, the dormitory was grateful to his father one by one. It turned out that he borrowed flowers to offer Buddha, and the product was tested for poison. After it was safe, he would give it to his fans!

He began to think about Yagyu's life.

Liu Sheng is the least talkative on weekdays, he is in the middle of everything, he doesn't fight or grab anything, he can be called a transparent person.When you say something to him, he will look at you timidly and say a few words out of his mouth.His complexion is a few shades paler than this group of men, but his face is a bit feminine, pure and harmless, making you feel like you owed him love in your previous life.

I still remember the famous scene at the beginning of school, discussing Sora Aoi together in the dormitory.

In the end, he asked weakly, is he a game anchor?

Then the bedroom was dead silent.

But thinking about it, Sora Aoi might really be his knowledge blind spot.

After that, everyone felt that he was pure and innocent, and the head of the dormitory even ordered not to drive in the dormitory, for fear that they, such old men, would defile him.

Yes, people don't drive.

People fly aircraft carriers.

Jiang Qiwen carefully observed and recorded Liu Sheng's decision.

How could someone who is usually introverted and shy do such an outrageous thing?

In reality, you are submissive, but on the Internet, you are full of lust.

It was because he was too dull, he never thought that the "wife" could be a man.

The key is what you call "rabbit fleece vending machine", which is too confusing for a straight man like him.

Thinking about the rest of the bedtime and the appreciation for his writing, he decided to give Liu Sheng some advice.

With all his strength, he looked at Liu Sheng who was fishing on the bed without a code word, and clicked on his private message.

"Hello, can I talk to you about serious literature and h-wen?"

Then he heard a soft curse on the other side of the bed, not loud, but he could just hear it clearly when he pricked up his ears. "Another sb. This month's KPI is enough."

The other side replied, "Hi, all ears."

Jiang Qiwen: ...

He gritted his teeth and typed: "Don't you think that serious literature should be pure and have room for independent development?"

He gave a restrained goose smile to the bed under the curtain, and said while laughing, "Do you know that the Qing Dynasty is dead, you were picked out by your mother from the cracks in the rocks."

The other person replied: "Listening to your words is better than reading ten years of books. What you say makes sense, and you have been taught."

Jiang Qiwen was fuming with anger: "Can you be more polite?"

The thin voice on the bed came into my ears clearly:

"Isn't that polite? Is it polite enough to write you in the H text?"

The person on the other side replied: "If there is any offense, it is because of my inappropriate words, I will apologize to you."

Jiang Qi's anger exploded.

He tried his best to vent his anger by beating the bed with his fist.

Liu Sheng poked his head out from the bed curtain, and with that shy and innocent look again, he said weakly, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Qiwen laughed back in anger: "It's okay, I'm practicing Qigong."

After a while, Mrs. Turong updated a daily Weibo:

"Laughing, sb roommate beats the bed to practice qigong."

Jiang Qiwen's eyes darkened.

Thunder billowed, and there was smoke above his head.

Well, now he knows who the circle of friends is scolding.

The clown is tired.

After being double insulted by Moments and Weibo and unable to answer back, he finally understood the truth that ignorance is invincibility.

But for the sake of the literary gods and the dignity of his own man!

He bounced back.

First of all, in order to confuse the enemy, he had to change the trumpet's nickname.

Boys have to protect themselves outside.

What is it called?

After much deliberation, I drew up a complete collection of names for fan circles, and drew up a

"The bunny that sells sunsets"

If it wasn't for the lack of words, he could still come up with a series of chants.

Want to ask the central idea and connotative emotion?

sell whine.

What about metaphor and symbolism?

Do you sell rabbit fur?I am the rabbit, the incarnation of justice in serious literature!Stop plucking rabbit fur and doing shit!

How about another sunset?

Without him, I mainly want to express two words:

my day.