"What are you doing here?"

"I'm your manager, if something so big happens, who else can I come if I don't come?"

This guy in front of me looks exactly like the Bufan I know, of course, he shouldn't be the original Bufan now. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What, are you here to hold you accountable?"

“…… You guy, you went out to work without the uniform I gave you! ”

Are you actually struggling with this?

"It's because you don't wear a uniform that you get into so much trouble."

Is there a half-dime relationship between this?

"Do you know why some supermen can be admired by all the people, while others can only be spurned by people? That's right, it's because of the uniform! The reason why Clark is successful is because of his uniform! ”

You just said Clark, you know, the fact that your uniform is a complete copycat of someone else!

"Ahem, all in all, remember to wear a uniform on the next mission, understand?"

There will be no next time.

"What do you mean?"

What I mean is, let the Superman Guild send a superman to guard the city again, and I'll quit.

"Hey, don't do this, are you dissatisfied with the uniform? What do you think of Batman's uniform? Or do you like spiderman uniforms? ”

Can we stop talking about uniforms?

"In that case, I'll report to headquarters."

Is it so simple? Can't talk about uniforms without talking about them?

"But it's not so easy for you to quit this time and join next time, you have to think clearly."

It's not your turn to worry about these things.

Bu Fan gave me a deep look, turned around and left.

*

Host: "The mysterious guest we are going to interview today, he is the current hot Internet writer I love to sell sweet potatoes, and there is a shocking secret, this Mr. Sweet Potato is the superman Oye who guarded our city before, and now, he has resigned from the position of city guardian and turned into a freelance writer, let's learn more about the story of Superman writer Oye." ”

Moderator: "Hello Oye, it's a pleasure for you to be interviewed by us. ”

Me: "Hello. ”

Moderator: "How's it going, have you been doing well lately?" ”

Me: "What do you mean?" ”

Moderator: "It's not anything, it's the latest developments. ”

Me: "Who are you referring to?" ”

Host: "Uh, you." ”

Me: "Why?" ”

Host: "Enough! What kind of answer are you? ”

Me: "What's this, you'll edit it when you go back anyway." ”

Moderator: "Don't increase our workload for no reason!" ”

Me: "You're also increasing my workload for no reason." ”

Host: "Mr. Oye, it's not our fault that our reporters are chasing after you, as long as we do a good job of this program, we will make sure that no one will bother you later." ”

Me: "That's for the best." ”

Moderator: "So let's start over."

Let's start answering questions from the audience

We will answer any questions related to online articles

This show was sponsored and broadcast by Wang Jiji, who is not afraid of not getting hot after drinking

……”

Moderator: "...... Good! There have already been text messages from viewers

The question of this viewer whose mobile phone number is 186****5432 is

Why do many online articles often end up at the end?

Ah, what a sharp question

Why, Mr. Sweet Potato? ”

Me: "Ah, it's because

……

What the? ”

Host: "Don't you say it often

'I'm annoyed, it's over! ’

Why? Mr. Sweet Potato. ”

Me: "It's a frog." ”

Moderator: "!?" ”

Me: "My pen name is that I love to sell frogs. ”

Moderator: "Huh? Isn't it because I love to sell tomatoes? ”

Me: "Wrong in every way

Well......

Readers will only accuse the author of being unfinished

But I don't know that the author is also human

If you are a man, you have to eat

If you want to eat, you have to write more books

The potential of old books has been tapped

How can you do it without writing a new book at this time?

In fact, it is very simple to cure the bad end

Just keep tipping your work

The many authors who reward are naturally reluctant to end casually. ”

Moderator: "......

…… Is it

To be honest, we hope the author will play dumb.

So let's move on

Next question

'Why are so many works written and suddenly eunuchs?'

Well, indeed

Halfway through it, the eunuch is a eunuch, and this situation is really unpleasant

Why is that? ”

Me: "Actually, there's only one answer

It's because readers didn't vote. ”

Host: "Is it because of the readers?" ”

Me: "Yes, the author's question can basically be explained by the reader

Because the author himself is part of the reader

You tell me? ”

Moderator: "Ah, sorry, it's almost time to end. Really Mr. Oye, your performance today is not in place, how can the show be broadcast in this case? ”

Me: "I thought the interview was telling the truth, didn't I?" ”

Moderator: "But ......"

Me: "Anyway, what I'm talking about is my true thoughts, whether you want to broadcast it or not." ”

With that, I left the studio.

*

The world is different, but life has to go on.

After quitting my job as a city guardian, I had no financial resources and had to go back to my old job and start writing books.

But fortunately, novels have no borders, no, I should say that the world is divided, and my works have taken a place in the market with their novel ideas.

In this way, hiding at home every day is like squatting at home, and the only way to understand the outside world is through the news.

Today, there are strange people rioting in country A, and there are strange people in country B carrying out terrorist attacks, so where did these weirdos come from? I've been in this world for a long time, but I still don't know.

But it doesn't matter, I'm not the only superman in this world, like the planet I left three thousand years ago.

Weirdos, Supermen, War...... Memories that had been too long ago were blurred, but this time it was suddenly clear again.

Why does it suddenly feel familiar? It's a world like this, and I seem to have lived here before.

Like my home planet, what's its name?

Ezslav, a battle planet with supermen and weirdos.

However, this is the earth!

I don't understand, I just don't understand.

"Don't you notice it yet?" A voice suddenly rang out from the room.

What a person! It was able to invade my room without making a sound.

I turned my head to look, and a familiar guy caught my eye.

"Maomao?"

"Master, your mind is in trouble!"

"What?"