After dealing with the little embarrassment in the bathroom, Canglang washed his hands carefully, and even used the seven-step surgical handwashing method.

What he wants to wash away is not only the reluctance in front of him, but also poems and distant columns.

The class group is quiet, everyone is sleeping peacefully~

Putting down the newly bought mobile phone, watching the cute Ouyang Nana screensaver lock herself, Canglang set his eyes on the web version, and wandered on the text leaderboard for a while.

Many of the books are ancient, and everyone has read them.

Writing a book review of this kind of book is more likely to resonate with readers and argue.

It's easier to get read!

But there are also certain risks.

Some old readers have a particularly good memory, can remember a lot of plots, and some even have the potential to be class representatives, and can list extremely detailed story details.

Canglang feels that his writing style has always been biased towards "picking bones in eggs", and of course he will blow rainbow farts brainlessly.

It's just that he doesn't think there's any point in doing that.

He once saw an author who hit the street, and he didn't like the similar comments in the book review area full of "this person has a platinum appearance", and some authors even took the initiative to hope that readers would put forward some constructive suggestions.

Except, of course, trolls!

No one can stand it.

Canglang thinks that his book reviews can still objectively reflect the preferences of ordinary readers, as well as the advantages and disadvantages of a book.

Anyway, in his recent articles, the principle is that what you say and what you see is said.

In particular, he recently saw a bigwig talking about the dialectical relationship between the author and the reader in the book review, how the author deals with the negative comments of the reader, whether it is necessary to write the book according to the reader's wishes, why the crowdfunding book is easy to collapse, and so on.

These are all good questions, and they are also some works that can often be seen recently, which are obviously very rebellious at the beginning, and very good in the middle period, but collapse on their own in the later stage.

Canglang rubbed his eyebrows, thought about it for a while, and still didn't find a suitable book to brush up on the copy.

He left the table and went to the balcony to look out the window.

The sky was still very bright in the morning, and now there are a few dark clouds climbing, and it seems that it is coming towards Deda.

"You can't come to see me, will you?"

Canglang rubbed his nose, feeling a little itchy and uncomfortable, just now it seemed that he was only caring about washing his hands and forgot to wash his face.

He went back to the bathroom, rubbing his nose carefully in the mirror.

Suddenly, two red blood stains flowed out of the nasal cavity, like two lovely earthworms, flowing down the middle of the person and diverting to the corners of the mouth.

Canglang hurriedly raised his head, took out a tissue from his pocket, and plugged it on his nose.

By the way, he took some cold water and patted his head to cool himself.

With two slender tissues stuck in his nose, he looked like an ancient beast.

He was still grinning and grinning stupidly.

"I haven't had a nosebleed in years! It seems that the fire has been very strong recently~ I have to do something to defeat the fire! ”

He walked out of the bathroom, and suddenly felt a chill in the dormitory, as if he had suddenly run into an air-conditioned room on a hot summer day.

It's just that this cold feeling is too abrupt, and there is no foreshadowing at all, and it looks very stiff.

He looked away and looked out onto the balcony.

"I forgot to close the window!"

He shook his head, chuckled, and walked over, ready to close the window.

An incomparably cold air stream ran down the window, from his fingertips to his cheeks.

Hiss~

"The windows are fine? Cold like this? ”

The glass he had touched had left clear fingerprints, but they disappeared all at once, as if someone had glued them away with double-sided tape.

The sudden appearance of the vision, Canglang called the disappearance of his fingerprints a "vision", and there was nothing wrong with it.

"Rough! Get out of here~"

No one claimed the disappearance of fingerprints at the first time, such a major event, which made Canglang very faceless.

He was ready to take a good look at any enemies that were about to appear, and try out the skills he had acquired, [Blind].

As a result, the other party seems to be only interested in his fingerprints and has no other hobbies.

Canglang waited for three minutes, and then crept into the glass window, because he felt as if the danger had not been completely lifted.

He spread his right hand slightly, and slowly pasted it, if he used this trick on a flower-like girl on the subway, it was estimated that he would not be able to get off the train at the station.

Bite~

When he was still five centimeters away from his fingertips, something like transparent chewing gum suddenly popped out of the glass and bounced towards the balcony with full elasticity.

Canglang was quick and immediately rushed over.

He's going to stop this amazing creature.

"Don't run! If you're here, don't run~"

But the more he shouted, the faster the other party ran, and even lost his life, and bounced straight off the balcony.

Canglang's hand scratched blind in the air, and he scratched a few times weakly, meaning meaning.

"Count your fate! Otherwise, I'll pinch you to death~"

After cursing the enemy's vicissitudes, my heart began to feel uneasy, and the more I thought about it, the more uneasy I became.

"Why did you steal my fingerprints, is it for the bank?"

If it was true, then the problem was serious, and he quickly turned on his mobile phone and searched for any news reports on the theft of gold stores and bank ATMs in Decheng.

Fortunately, his fingerprints had just been taken away, and it is estimated that if he calculates the crime, he must first find the upper and lower channels.

Still, he picked up the phone and dialed the police number.

Honk~

The phone went through!

"Hello, this is the alarm center! Are you going to call the police? ”

Canglang pinched the phone, and suddenly realized that it seemed useless to call the police about it.

"I can't afford to read, I made the wrong call!" He had to pinch his throat and pretend to be a ten-year-old girl.

If someone sees it, it can at least be chaotic for several days, and it won't stop.

Canglang sat back on his stool and searched the Internet for monsters that could stick fingerprints.

The results of the search are all related to movies, novels, and anime.

It is completely out of line with the incident he just encountered.

"Big guys, I've got a little problem! There's a gumball spirit that sticks my fingerprints away. Does anyone know what it does with my fingerprints? ”

He had no choice but to send a message to the Removal Spirit column exchange group to consult the repeaters.

He also thought about whether to send it to the certification column group, but when he thought that those people were dead fish, it would be better to repeat the machine, so forget it.

As a result, three minutes after his message was sent, no one replied to him.

The waves are helpless, and the time in the lower right corner shows that it is 2 p.m.

It is estimated that many people have not woken up yet.

He looked at the white ceiling of the dormitory, looked at the little black spider in the corner, and muttered, "Do I want to give you a bite, so that I may be able to become the Spider-Man of Deda!" ”

"Squeak squeak ~ you can't!"

Suddenly, the little spider actually opened its mouth to answer his question.

This efficiency can be called the efficiency of some characters in an event under strong pressure, and it is worth a thumbs up~