Old book friends group (fans worth more than 500 to join the group).

Lin Zibei looked at the annotation on the introduction, thought for a moment, and directly ordered Meng Ke's old book, and the talent who could write that poem deserved this support.

Screenshot application.

Soon Lin Zibei passed the verification.

The first thing I said when I joined the group was: "Hello everyone, is the author here?

The administrator 'Houhai Xiaohua' is online all year round, and he returned to Lin Zibei in seconds: "Welcome to the big guy, scatter flowers, compare hearts, love you." ”

"Hello administrator, do you have the contact information of the author of Qing Yu Nian here?" Lin Zibei went straight to the topic, and the tasks assigned by the tutor must not be delayed.

"Welcome to the big guy, sprinkle flowers, compare hearts, love you. ”

"666, a new burst photo. ”

"Ditto, ditto, burst photos. ”

"I have an old man's mobile phone number here, and I'll send you a photo. ”

Lin Zibei looked at the information in the book friend group, the roots of his teeth ached, after reading novels for so many years, this is the first time he has added a book friend group. I originally thought that the full subscription would be able to smoothly get the author's contact information, but now it seems that I have thought too much.

Is this the unspoken rule of the online world?

Real-name photo verification?

If you think about it carefully, it makes sense, people don't know who you are, why give you your mobile phone number, then ...... Take a selfie?

Lin Zibei gritted his teeth and patted it, his appearance should be okay.

Raise the phone, grin, reveal two rows of eight teeth, click, the picture freezes. After the shooting, I also retouched the beautiful picture, the white and tender sunny boy, I shouldn't be able to tell that it's a doctor.

is very satisfied with his work, Lin Zibei sent it to Meng Ke's book friend group with a very sense of ceremony.

This was followed by a series of question marks???

"Is this a real person?"

"Wow, someone really blew up the photo!"

"Admire and admire, hand tea to the big guy who ordered the whole order. ”

"The honest guy doesn't need to explain. ”

"Sincerity for sincerity, what about the friend who had a phone number just now?

Looking at the news of the book friend group swiping the screen, Lin Zibei suddenly had a feeling that he had been played, did he think too much?

If you take it seriously, you lose.

Can...... Two minutes have passed, and there is no way to revoke it if you want to, Lin Zibei can only hope that everyone will not save it, and don't spread it, it's best not to believe that this is a real photo.

Why don't you explain?

No way.

No way.

wanted to cover it, the more it was smeared, the darker it became, Lin Zibei held his mobile phone, stared at the group chat, and wanted to say a few words, but he didn't know what to say, a doctor of literature, couldn't integrate into the book friend group at all.

This is a group with a reading theme.

It stands to reason that they are all like-minded friends, and there is no generation gap.

Sad, sad, helpless, ashamed...... Lin Zibei just wanted to ask Meng Ke a few questions, why is it so difficult?

Shao Yunxiang said that he is old and can't keep up with the progress of the times, is he derailed from society after finishing his doctorate?

I'm not even 30 years old.

I guess I'm still young.

There was a feeling of doubting himself, Lin Zibei seemed to be enchanted, and then a message suddenly appeared in the group chat, the title was the group leader, and the nickname was 'Time can be turned back'.

"Boss Quanding, do you have something to do with me?" It is also lucky, at this time, it happened that Meng Ke copied the text and wanted to pee. When I came out of the bathroom and sat back in front of the computer desk, I clicked on the book friend group casually, intending to peek at the screen, and happened to see Lin Zibei's information.

According to Meng Ke's understanding, this is a kind iron Hanhan, a little inexplicably cute.

"I came to you to ask a question. Lin Zibei typed.

"Yes, you ask. ”

"There is a poem in the latest chapter of the new book Celebrating More Than Years, according to the plot, it should be the protagonist's copy of the real world's work, but after I checked it, I didn't find the source, I want to ask the author, is it your own original?" Lin Zibei typed the question directly into the book friend group.

“……？”

I was shocked.

Meng Ke suddenly found that he seemed to have ignored certain things, he had crossed over from a parallel world, and some of the plots in the book were actually bugs.

After thinking for a while, Meng Ke could only admit that so many book friends were watching, and if he didn't admit it, he would slap himself in the face, and the key was that he couldn't find a source, there was no Du Fu in this world.

"Yes, that poem was written by me, it makes you laugh, it may be a bit blunt in the novel, let's make do with it. Meng Ke politely explained.

"Author, are you really too modest, I don't know if this poem has a name?" Lin Zibei asked again.

"Ascend. ”

"Okay, I made a note, the author must not be presumptuous, your work has actually far exceeded the literary literacy of similar works, plus this poem, even my mentor is full of praise. If you wish, you can submit this poem to "Chinese Poetry", which can be regarded as a contribution to our contemporary poetry community. Lin Zibei said very seriously.

Meng Ke didn't react yet.

Book friends blew up first.

"Damn, you heard it right, "Chinese Poetry"! That's a top magazine, the top of the pyramid of poetry creation, can old novels be published?"

"Bragging, besides, the big guy with all subscriptions is just suggesting, how can a top magazine be so easy to publish. ”

"It is estimated that I am here to entertain the old again, but it is miserable, and there are people who come to the black. ”

"It's all routines, it's all routines, don't believe it. ”

"The big guy who ordered the whole book may not know, the copyright of this online novel should have been signed to the online text platform, not that the old man can submit it if he wants to, he doesn't count it alone. ”

"I feel like you're talking so high-end, and junior high school students are shivering. ”

"The high school student shivered. ”

The college student shuddered. ”

“……”

Lin Zibei looked at the chat records in the group, and suddenly felt a little melancholy, feeling that he was old. It's all words, single out individually, which one can be understood, how can they be connected together and not understand the meaning? What is there to tremble about?

Meng Ke is actually very confused.

He is still thinking about the impact of the bug in ancient poetry, and he is giving money to contribute to "Chinese Poetry"?

His body is still very young, and it is not the time to retire with honors, and real money is more reliable than anything else.

"Let me think about it, there was something to talk about privately, I slipped away, and the code word went. After Meng Ke finished speaking, he really turned off the group chat dialog box.

This made Lin Zibei instantly at a loss, let you think about what it means? Is it to submit or not to contribute? How should I reply to the teacher?

Pain in the skull.

Itchy roots.

On the contrary, it was Meng Ke's side, as soon as he started to fry the article, he thought about it on his mobile phone, and the caller ID was the editor Yu Jirui.

"The Tie Hanhan in the book friend group just now, you take the initiative to contact it yourself, if there is a channel on "Chinese Poetry", I will help you communicate about the copyright issues on the platform. Yu Jirui was crisp and straight to the point, without half a sentence of nonsense.

"How do you know?"

"I have a trumpet, and I have your book friend group. ”

"Ni Mei, voyeur spy, let's have a face, what is your identity, boring or not......"