At six o'clock in the evening, when Song Anran stepped into the late classroom of the Department of Drama, Film and Television Literature, many people's eyes fell on her, firstly because of her attractive appearance, and secondly, because of the turmoil caused by the college's forum posts.

Yesterday, with more and more photos provided by people, students who visited the forum knew that a beautiful woman appeared in the Department of Drama, Film and Television Literature.

Especially the people who often hang out in the forum in the Department of Drama, Film and Television Literature met Song Anran for the first time.

When the people sitting on both sides of the aisle waited for Song Anran to approach, they looked at the plain skin, and their eyes flashed with amazement, the real person was much more real and beautiful than seeing the photo.

To judge whether a person is a beauty, you can know it by looking at no makeup.

Song Anran looked around for a moment and found an empty seat to sit down.

Before the counselor came, some people looked back from time to time.

Although Song Anran didn't care about other people's eyes, he still felt a touch of strangeness when he was watched by so many people.

It seems that it is still the fault of looks!

After the counselor explained some precautions for admission, it was announced that the delay was over.

The next moment, the men and women left in droves with the dormitory members.

Song Anran also sat up from his position and prepared to leave.

But the next moment, Song Anran was surrounded by groups.

"Song Anran, can you be a friend?"

"Song Anran, can you give a QQ number?"

"Song Anran ......"

Listening to the sound lingering in his ears, Song Anran's eyes couldn't help but have a little irritability, but thinking that these were classmates in front of him who were going to get along for four years, he couldn't help it, raised his eyes and looked at a few people seriously, "After the class group is built, I will join." ”

After speaking, he looked at the group of people in front of him and said directly, "Please let me." ”

Song Anran's words made several boys look at each other, but looking at Song Anran's cold eyes, they still unconsciously let go.

"Thank you." Whispering, Song Anran quickly left the encirclement of everyone.

And when Song Anran passed by a group of girls, he suddenly heard a soft snort, and at a glance, a gorgeous-looking girl was looking at her with disdain at this time, and several girls around her also had the same expression.

Song Anran chuckled, such eyes were too familiar.

Song Anran didn't want to pay attention to it, glanced at a few people lightly, and walked out of the class directly.

Thinking of the exclusion he had received in high school, Song Anran couldn't help but be glad that he didn't choose to live in school.

Song Anran didn't know that after she left, the girls just now started talking about the direction of her departure.

Words such as "plastic surgery" and "pretending" kept popping out of their mouths.

Spreading rumors has always been a girl's strength.

Song Anran, a day student, was belittled by others, intentionally or unintentionally, so that many girls in the Department of Drama, Film and Television Literature also had the same impression of Song Anran.

And Song Anran didn't know about this qiē.

By the time she got home from the academy, it was already seven o'clock in the evening.

After getting some noodles to eat, and washing up again, Song Anran hugged the computer and went to bed directly.

When going to bed, the first thing Song Anran did was to set no one to add it on his penguin.

Then he retreated from the author group he added when he first came to Bijiang Literature City, and finally there was only a junior high school group, a high school group and a group of friends.

After that, he cleaned up his friend list again, and in the end, only the Penguin of Yinxue's group remained.

After finishing it, Song Anran opened the group of friends, and spelling was going on inside.

After thinking about it, Song Anran directly said that after he joined, he continued to start coding words.

"Harem" is writing about An Ran being favored, and when the big seal was made after the year, he jumped two levels directly from the fourth rank of Shuyi to the third rank of Zhaoyi, which means that An Ran has entered the ranks of high-level concubines.

Above the second rank of concubine, you can raise the prince and princess born to you.

There has long been a rule in the harem that as long as you are pregnant with the prince, you will be promoted to the next level.

And just two months after the year, Enron was pregnant!

At this point, I stopped at the end of the article.

Song Anran's eyes suddenly became a little moist.

Yes.

She used to have a child.

It's just that the child still hasn't been able to survive in the harem of fierce competition.

She couldn't be more careful, and when she was six months pregnant, she slipped the fetus, and it was a female fetus.

At that time, how annoyed she was, if she could be more careful, in this world, there would be one more treasure and one more relative.

What made her even more chilling was that on the night of her slippery pregnancy, the emperor rested in the bedroom of her rival concubine, and when she sent someone to deliver the news, there was no response.

That night, she received a double blow.

Lose your dearest daughter and recognize the emperor's ruthlessness!

On the second day, the emperor came, looked at her as if distressed, and finally crossed the ancestral system and stepped on the concubine position again.

But at that time, she was already cold-hearted.

With a light breath, Song Anran let his throbbing heart slowly ease.

With his hand on the keyboard, Song Anran threw himself into the code words again.

So far, the article has been updated by about 200,000, and there are about 200,000 manuscripts, and three daily updates have been set, even if she doesn't write articles, she can rest for more than 20 days.

Spelled until ten o'clock, and wrote that after An Ran was promoted to a concubine, Song Anran stopped coding words, and after saying goodbye to his friends in the group, he retired from the penguin.

Then I went to the Bijiang Forum for a stroll, and also went to find inspiration by the way.

Suddenly, Song Anran swept a new post.

On the scum attribute of the male protagonist of "Harem".

Related to her text?

After entering V, Song Anran has seen a lot of black her, and she has hacked her writing, but she has not seen the characters in the novel.

With a strong interest, Song Anran directly opened the forum.

1st floor: I don't like the male protagonist of "Harem", although the harem fights, the male protagonist generally can't have only one female protagonist at the beginning, just looking at An Ran, so distressed.

2nd floor: Yes, the male protagonist is too scumbag, a scumbag.

3rd floor: On the top floor, but it seems that the male protagonist really wants to be a little special to Enron.

4th floor: What's the use of being special, he's not public yet.

……

Looking at the completely crooked building below, Song Anran couldn't help laughing.

However, is the emperor special to her?

It's special enough.

But she is already dead, and she will not dedicate her heart to this specialness.

Now, in another world, she may have died inexplicably, even if he is sad to lose her as a concubine, how long can he be sad? Soon, someone new will take her place.

Shake your head, quickly throwing these thoughts to the back of your mind.

After visiting some more forums, Song Anran went offline and turned off the computer, constantly thinking about the plot after she became a concubine.

The outline design of "Harem" is that An Ran rose all the way to the queen, gave birth to a son and a daughter, and finally protected his son to win the succession, and finally ascended to the throne of the queen mother.

But the reality is that she has been wearing here since she became a concubine.

What's the next logical idea?

Thinking about it, Song Anran slowly fell asleep......