I don't know how long it took, I suddenly heard an old white cry in my ears, and Huang Yifan opened his eyes. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Then, with a few hearty laughs, a figure walked over: "Lao Bai, long time no see." ”

"Without a trace."

Seeing the traceless in front of him, Huang Yifan couldn't believe it: "Traceless, it's you." ”

I was still talking about Traceless just now, but I didn't expect that Traceless really came.

Although he had a lot to ask in his heart, Huang Yifan nodded secretly when he saw the traceless smile at this time.

He knew that this was the smile he had on his face after seeing the rainbow after the storm.

What was the success of the previous one.

What about previous failures?

Eventually, Traceless came back.

"Well done, without a trace."

gave a thumbs up to Traceless in his heart, and Huang Yifan hugged Traceless: "Traceless, it's really been a long time." ”

"Hahaha, hahaha, Lao Bai, I thought you forgot me."

Traceless joked.

"Why, no one will forget you."

Huang Yifan also laughed.

It's just that the two were talking about the past, when a strange voice came from the side: "Are you doing it?" ”

As soon as this sentence came out, Huang Yifan and Wuxian instantly distanced themselves: "Who is engaged in the foundation, you are the only one who is engaged in the foundation." ”

When I looked back, I saw a man with glasses and messy hair.

"This is."

Looking at Traceless, Huang Yifan wanted to introduce Traceless. Wuxian smiled, but did not introduce it directly, but said: "Lao Bai, you know this person, why, do you want me to introduce it?" ”

"We know each other?"

Huang Yifan looked left and right, but he really didn't know where he had seen him from.

"Without a trace, as if I haven't met this one."

"Hehe, Hakugami, don't you really remember me? Back then, I abused you eighteen times. ”

"I ...... Grass"

With this said, Huang Yifan finally knew who this girl was.

"Thirty-two."

That's right, this is the group leader thirty-two of the struggle writer group.

This guy is a hot pot city, an otaku, and usually has two hobbies, one is writing, and the other is playing oars.

Thirty-two has always claimed that although he is not the best at writing novels, he is definitely the best at writing novels in games. This sentence is not an exaggeration, this girl's rank is actually an extraordinary master. Although the transcendent master is not the most powerful, there is the strongest king at the top. However, compared to a large number of online authors who are mixed in the bronze rank, the transcendent master is simply more powerful than the strongest. Once Huang Yifan and Thirty-two had a one-on-one fight, but as a result, he took 18 heads all the way, and the crystal was pushed to the lair, and the 15 minutes ended.

"White God, it's really flattering that you finally remember me."

"Your sister, you don't usually post photos, who knows you. Besides, your voice is too personal. ”

And thirty-two also came to a hug. Although it was the first time he met Thirty-two, Huang Yifan was an old acquaintance with Thirty-two in the struggle writers' group. As soon as he said this, the two of them were like old friends for many years.

"Thirty-two, you go aside, it's my turn, it's my turn, White God, recognize me."

A younger young man on the side stepped forward at this time, looked at Huang Yifan and asked.

"You are?"

"White God, do you remember chasing you for a week and asking you to show me the beginning of a new book?"

"South of Jiangcheng."

When the old things were brought up again, Huang Yifan directly recognized "south of Jiangcheng".

"Wow, thiah, thirty-two, we have two authors in the group of writers."

Although the struggle writer group was not a group of street writers back then, it was not a group of great gods, and when Huang Yifan entered that year, everyone was only struggling on the food and clothing line. Unexpectedly, I haven't seen each other for a few years, and there have been two great gods in the struggle writer group.

Huang Yifan knows that if he wants to be recommended by the starting point to enter the Chinese Writers Association, he is not an ordinary author.

Thirty-two and south of Jiangcheng were able to come here, which was enough to prove their strength.

"Brother Guanyu, it's not the two."

At this time, a beautiful woman walked out of the side.

Hearing this voice, Huang Yifan was a little dumbfounded.

Because, there is only one person who calls Huang Yifan "Brother Guanyu" in the struggle writer group, and that is the bean paste bag.

As for why he is called Brother Huang Yifan Guanyu, the reason is that Huang Yifan took a screen name called "Chen Guanyu" back then, but because the name of the world's first white is too loud, everyone doesn't know who "Chen Guanyu" is other than the world's first white. However, in the same group, "Bean Paste Bag" calls Huang Yifan "Brother Watching Fish" every day. Of course, Huang Yifan also called the bean paste bun "bean bun breast...... Yes, it's the breast, not the brother, as for why it's the chest, it's because the bean paste bun is a woman.

"Oh my God, you're here too."

Huang Yifan smacked his tongue, a little incredulous.

"Hey, I said, why don't you call me when you come, I told 314, I'll wait for you here, just call me directly."

"What kind of phone call, it's not that we don't know the way. Besides, can I surprise you by making a phone call? ”

Thirty-two said from the side.

"Well, it's a surprise indeed."

Huang Yifan was extremely happy in his heart.

It is really a great thing in life to be able to meet old friends for many years at this time.

"Let's take a walk, we haven't registered yet, let's register and enter together, and we'll have a good chat later."

With everyone and two other online writers that Huang Yifan was not familiar with, Huang Yifan went to the front desk registration office in the hall of the Chinese Writers Association.

"Name, pseudonym, ID ......"

The staff at the front desk took out a form and registered the identity of a handful of authors.

"Name: Yang Dan, pen name: doushabao, ID ......"

The first one to register was the bean paste bun.

At the same time, several other traditional writers in the hall were looking at Huang Yifan and others.

"See, the first few are the Internet writers from the starting point."

"Where?"

"Right at the check-in desk."

"Oh, I see, I look pretty young."

"Nonsense, those web novel writers who write some mess, how old can you expect them to be."

"Yes."

"However, I wonder why the Writers' Association accepted 7 of their online writers this year."

"What's so strange about this, didn't there be two web authors who joined the club last year?"

"That's different, although the two people who joined the club last year are also online authors, they usually write paper works, and their pen power is still okay. However, this year, these are complete online authors, and they have nothing to do with physical literature. How can such a writer be recommended to join the national writers' association, and it is almost the same to join the provincial writers' association. ”

"I see."

"Would you like to talk to them later?"

"I think forget it, this time it's a meeting, not when we're crusading against online writers."

"It's just a chat, what crusade is not crusade, when have we crusaded against them."

Several traditional authors cast their eyes on Huang Yifan and his group from time to time and whispered.

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