After playing for a day, after having dinner with Yang Feifei and them outside, the three Su Yan brothers and sisters went home.

When Su Yu came out of the shower, Xiao Yu ran towards him with his mobile phone.

"Brother, I had a phone just now, I hung up, I said you were taking a shower. Xiao Yu handed the phone to Su Yu.

"Who's that?" Su Yu looked through the call records and saw that it was actually Principal Song's phone number.

There may be something big, Su Yu hurriedly went to the study and called Principal Song back.

"Classmate Su, you, you, let me tell you what's good......" As soon as the two of them connected the phone, Principal Song counted Su Yu.

Su Yu was confused: "Principal Song, what's the matter, I didn't break the school discipline or anything, right?"

Principal Song couldn't beat or scold Su Yu: "It's good that you just violate school discipline, I can give it to you, do you know that you are guilty of public anger now?"

Su Yu was even more confused: "Principal Song, why am I angry again?" Made, as a celebrity, especially as a sunny and handsome, boundless celebrity, it is too difficult, why am I provoking anyone?

"Don't you remember what you microwaved last night?" reminded Principal Song.

Su Yu blinked his eyes: "I posted a lot, I don't remember much, I didn't leak state secrets or anything." ”

"You go on the microwave and apologize to Fan Shishi, saying that the family is also a senior, almost fifty seniors, how can you scold him like that. The literati are light, you are real, it is nothing to scold him clearly, and he wrote such a poem to satirize and fight back, which is similar to digging people's ancestral graves, I heard that he was so angry when he got up in the morning and saw that he was almost hospitalized. Principal Song said over there, a little serious at first, and a little schadenfreude in his words later.

Fan Jian is an extreme member of the National Writers Association who strongly opposes Su Yu's entry into the Association, he is lonely and arrogant, and he is also quite talented, otherwise he would not have been able to join the National Writers Association.

"Haha, then he is really smart, I can see it at once, I thought he would think I was stupid or generous, and I really wanted to cook wine with him and talk about heroes. Su Yu laughed, and finally remembered this.

Principal Song was a little speechless, this Su Yu's heart is too big, and he is really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers.

"Now many people in the writers' association are denouncing you, at the national, provincial, and municipal levels. You should be more restrained, don't make too much trouble, I want to introduce you to the association in the future. The honor of the writers' association seems to have no practical benefits, but the actual benefits are very large, but they can't be seen or touched. Principal Song knew that Su Yu saw so many people denouncing him, he would not be silent, let alone apologize, and could only tell him to pay attention to proportion.

"Well, thank you Principal Song for reminding me, I'll go up and have a look. After hanging up the phone with Principal Song, Su Yu turned on the computer.

Emma, I don't watch the microwave for a day, the microwave is already noisy, and the momentum is extremely huge, and the fans who used to read Nujiao made a fuss, which can only be regarded as a small fight.

And this time, it's like stabbing the sky.

I saw the microwave headlines, and the protagonists were him and Fan Jian.

Moreover, because of the war between the two of them, it has caused a war between the traditional world and the network world.

Su Yu looked at the microwaves and comments of those traditional writers, and couldn't help but be happy.

Like a defender, shouldering a historical mission, they touched the beauty of the human soul with their brushes, thinking that only they were the saviors, and only they could save the people from dire straits.

"Look at what kind of people are out of the Internet nowadays, thinking that they are the first in the world if they write two good poems, so sarcastic about an old-timer in the literary world. ”

"These writers, it's not enough to poison teenagers, do they still want to occupy the magpie's nest and blast us out of bounds?"

"I wrote a few songs, wrote a few novels that had no nutrition at all, and I thought that I was a great writer and a great poet, and I could look down on real poets and writers, but I was too uneducated. ”

"The Internet industry is a cancer, it is recommended that the country eliminate pornography and fight illegal activities, comprehensively clean up the Internet, look at what novels you write, small yellow literature is everywhere, people's hearts are not ancient, and morality is lost. ”

"It's terrible, a writer who was born in writing online novels has the audacity to demonstrate and provoke our old writers in Daqin. ”

"Less than eighteen years old, I don't know how thick the sky is, you weren't in your mother's womb when Fan Lao wrote poetry. ”

“……”

People in the traditional world not only attacked Su Yu, but also attacked the entire online literature world.

There are more authors in the online literature industry than in the traditional world, although nine out of ten are on the street, but the base is large, and many people can't sit still.

There are also human rights in the streets.

"Rub your sister, I don't deny that there are a lot of scum in the online literature industry, writing little yellow articles or something, but your map cannon is so big, be careful to bomb your mother to death. ”

"Cao Muma, what's wrong with you in my online literary world? Did you rob you of your jobs? Everyone has their own stores, and your store has no customers, so it's all my fault. ”

"It's better than quality, not necessarily how good your traditional world is, so open fire. ”

"I'll find a few yellow books from your traditional world, and I'm sure you'll enjoy reading them and ten times a night. ”

"The can't be pulled out, and the pit is too hard, isn't it?"

"You all make a living by writing, so you are tall and tall, do you have a sense of accomplishment?"

“……”

Many writers, including small and medium-sized gods, and even big gods, jumped out to fight back.

Of course, writers with a not very clean foundation can only make a fortune in silence and dare not come out, lest the matter be exposed and their jobs will be lost, or even jailed.

Shenlong also jumped out: "Brothers and sisters of the Dragon League, some people say that my books are scum, our Dragon League is a group that does not learn and has no skills, has nothing to do, is addicted to the world of online novels, and does not want to make progress, what do you say?"

"What else can I do to kill those self-righteous hypocrites. ”

"Kill that group of bitches and erect archways. ”

"I can't read a few things written, so you have to force me to read them, don't you let me read online novels?"

"The people who are empty-eyed are you, and we don't have the blessing to eat your delicacies and delicacies, so we like coarse tea and light rice. ”

"A bunch of sanctimonious guys, I don't hesitate to talk about you. ”

"Hello home, goodbye home. ”

“……”

There is a battle between online writers, and the fans at the bottom will naturally not stand by and watch and turn the world upside down.

The struggle between the two worlds slowly kicked off.

Su Yan saw that in the microwave, there were a few members of the writers' association who spoke badly to him, and smiled.

"The writer of the Xijiang Provincial Writers' Association is still from Jiujiang City, haha, his pen name is incense burner. "The first writer he wanted to fight back was a woman, in her thirties, with a photo, a rare surname.

I probably took a look at her information, yo, there is a daughter named Ziyan.

I'll go, it won't be such a coincidence.

Su Yu was worried that his counterattack would make the other party angry to death.

However, hmph, knowing that I almost put Fan Jianqi in the hospital, and you dare to provoke me, I guess you are also ready to be hospitalized.

"There is no culture, the sling silk that stays at home all day long, there are only two poems in my life. This is the microwave content that the incense burner said to Su Yu.

Just hesitated for a moment, and Su Yu began to reply.

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