Fang Jun, who was full of regret, came out of the quilt with a bitter face, grabbed a piece of clothing on the side and put it on his body to open the door.

The hotel service staff pushed the dinner and then exited the door, and when leaving, he glanced in the direction of the bedroom, consciously or unintentionally, and turned to leave after apologizing.

Look at the food on the food truck. It seems that it has lost its bright color in the past, and there is only a feeling of unappetizing.

Liu Yanrou, who had sorted out her clothes, also came to Fang Jun's side at this moment, looked at Fang Jun with a bitter melon look on her face with a smile, laughed softly, and then hugged Fang Jun from behind. Leaned his head on Fang Jun's back.

"Alright, let's eat first. ”

"What to eat, I don't have any appetite at all now. Eat it yourself, leave me alone, I'm going to sleep......"

After Fang Jun finished speaking, he let out a long sigh. Then he went back to bed and threw himself on the bed. Pulled the quilt aside and covered his head.

Looking at Fang Jun, who was making a temperament, Liu Yanrou smiled dumbly. Then he put dinner on the table and ate it.

After dinner, Fang Jun was already asleep. Seeing this, Liu Yanrou chuckled lightly and quietly came to the bed to lie down. He arched towards Fang Jun's arms again.

Feeling the lover beside him, Fang Jun took advantage of the situation and took Liu Yanrou over. Falling into a deep sleep again in his arms.

The next morning, when Liu Yanrou woke up, Fang Jun had already left the room.

Lying on the bed, feeling the temperature of Fang Jun who remained in the bed. Liu Yanrou closed her eyes again.

She covets this sweet time. There is no competition in the mall, no disputes between interests. A simple beauty.

After resting for a while, Liu Yanrou got up and got dressed. After applying a delicate makeup, he left the hotel room.

After going out, wandering around the nearby shopping malls and pedestrian streets, I also felt a lot about the busy life of the people around me.

After knowing that Fang Jun had made a call to herself, Liu Yanrou returned to the hotel unsatisfied, looking at Fang Jun who was slightly tired, Liu Yanrou came to Fang Jun's side, and asked softly while massaging Fang Jun, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, the crew is about to finish, and this meeting, in addition to thanks, is a press conference after the study. ”

"Are you going too?"

"Yes, as the screenwriter of this show, I am also the original author. I'm definitely going. ”

"Is it decided?"

"On the day of Tanabata, you can rest and rest during this time. ”

"Well, when are we going back to the Demon Capital?"

"Tomorrow, I've already asked Hulai to book a plane ticket for us. ”

After speaking, Fang Jun closed his eyes tiredly.

Finally finished one thing.

"By the way, Gu Yidan just called me and wanted to ask if you have any plans to release an album or single now. ”

Just as Fang Jun closed his eyes to recuperate, Liu Yanrou suddenly stopped what she was doing, turned her head and asked.

"What's wrong?"

"No, because of your popularity on the Internet during this time, plus the last time you scolded Cai Cai. So Gu Yidan thought about whether you could release an album or single during this time to maintain your popularity. ”

"There's no need for it. I don't want to be a big star. ”

"But you're a big star now!"

……

Fang Jun didn't follow Liu Yanrou's words. Just closed his eyes again.

'Jingle Bell ......'

At this moment, Fang Jun's mobile phone rang.

Looking at Li Botao's name displayed on his phone, Fang Jun knew that something was coming again.

"Fang Jun, there is an essay contest here in the association, and Lin Lao wants you to participate. ”

Sure enough, just after answering the phone, Li Botao's voice came out. Listening to the voice, Li Botao was quite excited.

"I knew it was okay for you to call me, so you couldn't let me rest for a few days?"

"It's not that I won't let you rest, isn't it rushing here? In addition, this essay contest was led by Huaxia University. The theme of the event was Confucianism. As you know, there is no longer so much agreement with the ideas of the older generation. The literary aspect needs to be strengthened, so Lin Lao means let me ask you if you have any ideas. ”

"I don't think about it, but if you talk about Confucianism. Maybe I can't do prose, poetry, or something. But I can open a web novel. ”

"Novels are okay, I'm still relieved of your level. ”

"Okay, I've been reminded?"

"Hahahaha, pull it down. What am I urging to draft. It's decided, you prepare first, I'll talk to Bai Yu. ”

"Okay, okay, you President Li called me directly to ask me to open the book, what else can I do. ”

After speaking, Fang Jun hung up the phone and looked up at the sky speechless.

Wouldn't it be nice for me to be a salted fish with peace of mind? If I had known, I wouldn't have written anything to break the sky and not sing any songs......

There's no way, since you promised someone to write it. Fortunately, it's Confucianism, if you get a Mohist institution, you can't find a corner to squat and cry?

Lying on the chair and sighing, Fang Jun, who had no choice, could only get up and turn on the computer. Then I clicked on the document and started with large letters.

"Confucianism and Taoism are holy"!

This is a world where the power of heaven and earth is mastered by those who read.

Talent is in the body, poetry can kill the enemy, words can destroy the army, and articles can calm the world.

Xiucai picked up the pen and talked on paper. Raise people to kill the enemy, and export into a chapter. Jinshi was furious, and his lips were sharp.

When the saint comes, he can punish people, and he can sentence the Son of Heaven to have no way, and he will be an enemy country.

At this time, the Holy Court controlled the Wenwei, the monarch held the official position, the ten kingdoms competed, the barbarians looked at each other, and the demons were in chaos.

At this time, there was no Tang Dynasty poetry, no Song poetry, no innovative articles, and no new saints in a hundred years.

An unknown son of a poor family, after being smashed on the head, coerced the world's poems, wrote shocking articles, and embarked on the road to holiness. ’

……

On the computer, a majestic and eye-catching introduction was presented through Fang Jun's hand.

Liu Yanrou, who was standing behind Fang Jun, looked at the words that appeared on the screen one by one. There was a look of admiration in his eyes.

In Liu Yanrou's eyes, the current Fang Jun seemed to be surrounded by an invisible aura. This breath is called talent.

She didn't care where Fang Jun's idea came from. Don't worry about why Fang Jun can write with a pen. She only felt that Fang Jun's talent was already higher than the sky.

Like a little fan girl, she supports her chin with both hands. Just sat on the side and looked at Fang Jun who was coding words in front of him.

On the screen, as Fang Jun's slender fingers beat above the keyboard. Text after text appears on the screen.

One chapter.

Another chapter.

Fang Jun didn't even sort out the outline, just typed out chapter after chapter of text word by word.