How dare you say that I'm a writer who doesn't get into the stream.

In the third grade of elementary school, I won the first place in the essay competition.

In my sophomore year of high school, I wrote an essay that my math teacher praised me.

First-year university ...... Damn, you can't be a writer without going to college!

Ye Bufan pointed to a big-headed son puppet on the sofa very angrily, and reprimanded endlessly.

The manuscript that he had worked so hard to write was rejected by the magazine again, and Ye Bufan's mood was very unhappy, especially when he remembered the ridicule of the big-headed editor, and he couldn't wait to beat the watermelon head of the big-headed son in front of him into grapes.

I treat literature like my first love, literature abuses me thousands of times, as long as labor and management abuse does not die, @#% continue to do it.

After retreating, it was obvious that Ye Bufan's literary dream could not be erased, so he went to the bathroom to wash his face, sat down next to the computer again, opened the word document, and Ye Bufan began to work hard to get up with his books.

"Hey, unpopular writer, do you dare to click on me?"

Suddenly, a pop-up advertisement popped up, which made Ye Bufan, who was like a spring, suddenly collapse.

"Damn, your Jinshan WPS is too deceitful, right, you can't get pregnant at once!"

Ye Bufan moved the mouse and clicked the advertising pop-up.

"Zlah".

The mouse sprang out of nowhere for no reason.

Ye Bufan's eyes widened, and then he "ah", as if he had been shocked by electricity, he suddenly felt a pain, and fainted directly.

I don't know how long it took for Ye Bufan to wake up leisurely.

"Shenma situation, mouse leakage? A big living person in labor and management was actually electrocuted? ”

Ye Bufan rubbed his aching head, feeling a little unbelievable about what happened just now.

"Alas, after earning the manuscript fee, the labor and management will buy a new notebook."

Raising his head, Ye Bufan was ready to continue to create and strive to finish the rest of the manuscript.

"Hey,This,This is not my notebook,Dare to think Y430,What brand is this,What about my Lenovo B40?"

"Damn, this is not the room I rented, how can it be so familiar, this is, how did I go back to my hometown?

Ye Bufan almost jumped up from his chair and looked at Yiqiē in front of him in disbelief.

Shouldn't I be in my own little rental house, should I......

"Hey, unpopular writer, do you dare to click on me?"

Ye Bufan suddenly remembered the voice just now, and a bold idea grew in his mind.

Rubbing his eyes, twisting his thighs vigorously, and then using the unfamiliar dare to think notebook, opening one web page after another, after a quick browsing, Ye Bufan took a deep breath and finally confirmed his conjecture.

"Nima, labor and management were favored by the goddess of crossing, and they were actually reborn!"