Chapter 51: The Genius of the Sword Sideways

"What is under the girl's skirt, why do boys feel ashamed when they hear it......" The vague singing voice echoed lazily in the room, Bai An flipped the book in his hand, walked to the sofa, and sat down casually: "What is under the girl's skirt, won't there be a mysterious mask of Hwaseong Senpai......"

Bai An's eyes were calm, his expression was indifferent, and he was serious...... Singing the little yellow song, I opened the book......

There is no lower limit, and it is very embarrassing.

The book is the book of a "genius writer" who stepped on his face, however, it didn't seem to affect Bai An's mood, he read it quite seriously.

This is a novel.

Bai An's humming figure gradually came down, and the look between his eyebrows became more and more focused.

This is a modern novel... Bai An saw the tenth page, brushed back to the cover, his eyes fell on the three words "Yicheng", stayed for a while, the corners of his lips curled slightly, raised his eyebrows, and turned back to read again.

Books are good books, and stories are ordinary stories.

It's just, this author, very interesting.

Obviously writing about the campus, this person seems to be writing about rivers and lakes, even if the writing is still a little immature that cannot be taken off, the style of writing of its own school has been presented - the words are spicy, the sentences are bloody, like the sword of a wanderer, melancholy and decadent, soaked in wine and tears, and I can't bear to close my throat.

is not like Lu Xun's bitter irony, nor is it like Han Han's sharp ridicule, the brushstrokes of this "Yicheng" are a kind of contempt from above, cold bystanders.

Willful, indifferent, frivolous.

This is a writer who has put his personal stamp on his work, and he is a genius.

So, this book is a matter of course, and when you look at it, you will feel amazing.

It's just that some of the three views are not correct......

The main line is obviously a normal love affair for high school students.

As a result, this Yicheng is a bit of the same urine as Guo Xiaosi in his previous life - the main character died in the end, and there was no one left. is a good campus essay, but let him make it a satirical social suspense, and the abuse is unrelenting, there is no worst, only worse.

What's even more entangled is that in the emotional drama, there is a bit of a child's style of frequent abuse, the difference is that this person has a bigger brain hole and is more straightforward.

A direct test of the reader's heart.

In this book, there are almost one hundred and eight ways to die, one ring after another, and it is not far-fetched at all.

It's also a talent.

The book is very thin, a novel of more than 100,000 words, Bai An spent two hours to read it, and the moment he closed the book, he felt that his heart was still a little desolate, and he was related.

Commonly known as heart plug.

Crooked the corners of his mouth, Bai An threw the book on the sofa, leaned back, crossed his hands behind his head, and looked at the ceiling.

Then, the room began to float lazily singing: "Girls can't touch under their skirts, unless the girl is your wife......"

The title of the book is "Yan Chang", this kind of heretical work with a very personal style, the more people who like it will feel that it is a classic, and it is easy to become a diehard, and those who don't like it will attribute it to rubbish literature that promotes decadence, and they are extremely disgusted.

Well, I guess there will be a pinch after that.

"The cute girls are all scared away by you.,Do you plan to do it in a world without girls......"

Bai An stretched his waist leisurely, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, with a little coldness, no matter how dirty the singing was, this person looked indifferent and lazy on his face.

He wasn't worried at all, the quality of the book was somewhat beyond his expectations, but it didn't affect his plans.

It's just a pity, the position is a problem, even if he admires Yicheng again, he can only be an enemy in the future.

The drizzle that had gradually turned from a downpour had gradually stopped, the dark clouds had dissipated, and the sky was dim at seven o'clock, with only a faint bright color.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, there is a wet dusk between light and darkness.

After resting for a while, Bai An sat up, shook his head, and got up from the sofa, it was time to complete the remaining daily tasks.

……

In the early morning, Old Man Hong wore a short shirt and knocked on Bai An's door as usual.

It's just that the knuckles just snapped.

The door opened unexpectedly.

Bai An, who was neatly dressed, let go of the hand holding the exquisite doorknob, gently pulled the stand collar of the sportswear, glanced at the somewhat silent old man, and walked past him: "Let's go." ”

Old Man Hong was stunned, looking at his back, his gaze was a little inexplicable.

Immediately, the old man lowered his head and laughed, and followed leisurely with his hand still holding the bamboo strip on his back.

As usual, it was another hour of Duan Lian, an eight-hundred-meter run and five bird plays, and after one trip, Bai An was almost soaked in sweat.

Then, reading poems, breakfast, piano, and saving manuscripts, time passed like a sophisticated machine, and everything was in order.

Contrary to the quiet and peaceful of this side.

Jiangnan Provincial Second Imperial Court, Bai's Group Public Relations Department, a lawsuit against Wang Yuanding, the current editor-in-chief of Qingyu Culture, and Wang Chengxian, several shareholder holders, were charged with leaking and selling company information and violating the duties of shareholders.

Qingyu Culture, which was originally on the cusp of the media because of the release of "Yan Chang", suddenly led to a storm in the city, and the white father and white mother fans who were worried that they belonged to Bai An's name and left their mouths were angry, with the short-term psychology of being bullied by the orphans of their idols, and the anger of being deceived before, they were angry.

For a time, the Wang father and son were pushed in front of the public, almost everyone shouted and beaten, and all kinds of voices were noisy.

At the same time, the novel released by Qingyu Culture, "Along the Length", which was only on the market for two days, was originally due to be vigorously promoted, not to mention, but also because it was promoted by Wang's father and son, it was angered and boycotted by some people.

Die before leaving the school, often making heroes cry.

Lying down the gun to the bottom of the line.

The eighteen-year-old genius writer Yi Cheng happened to be playing in Jiangnan Province.

In the afternoon of the same day, Yicheng, who had just returned to the hotel, washed off the dust and sweat dripping under the scorching sun, changed into black clothes and black pants printed with abstract patterns, and the soaked half-length black hair fell down, becoming more and more slender, and the facial features were refreshing and delicate.

He casually took out a can of beer from his bag, opened the ring with a "click", tilted his head and poured half of it into his mouth.

This man has always drunk wine as water.

Holding the canned beer in one hand, sitting on the bed with one butt, Yi Cheng pulled the newspaper on the bedside table with his hand, shook it, and opened it, on the front page, the photo of Wang's father and son being criminally detained and the headline of "Wang Yuanding, editor-in-chief of Qingyu Culture, was arrested", which suddenly hit his eyeballs.

He choked on the half-swallowed one, coughed and wiped his eyes, and pulled the newspaper closer.

Finally after reading the one-and-a-half-sided report, Yi Cheng was shocked, walked quickly to the computer desk, the chair was impatient to drag, leaned down and directly logged in to the backstage of Qingyu's official website with the mouse, and used the author number to check the sales data of "Yanchang".

The Internet speed is a little slow when the computer is turned on for a day and a night.

Five minutes later, the sales chart of "Yan Chang" on the webpage that jumped off a building within two days directly poured him cold.

Yi Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then jumped like thunder.

On his left hand, the pinched beer can was foaming at the mouth, and it was thrown out hard, hitting the wall with a "clang", and rolling out on the clean floor, pouring a long scar that was winding and miserable.

What the hell is this development!

PS: My grandfather passed away the day before yesterday, and as the eldest granddaughter, Fenglou kept watch for three days and nights and was buried this morning. There's no network cable in the countryside.,There's no way to update.,Today's chapter is called on a mobile phone.,It's been sent.,So far the update has been resumed.,The book won't be a eunuch.,Thank you for your understanding and support.。