What a novel idea it is, let's not talk about it for now.

Because.

It was just a few days before the writers' workshop began, and Songzi didn't plan to open a new book immediately after the end of "Breaking the Sky".

Anyway, there is a copy of "Immortal Rebellion" in hand, and readers will not urge it, so it's a big deal to turn the three watches a day of "Immortal Rebellion" into six watches a day.

Such a speed of updates.

It is guaranteed that any reader who wants to urge the madman to hurry up and write a new book will obediently close his mouth and pout his ass, "Crazy boy is coming!" The update is a little more violent! Don't stop! Move all the updates of Dou Po to the immortal reversal! ”

Saturday, March 5th.

It was the opening day of the Writers' Seminar, and the class was held in the afternoon.

Around ten o'clock in the morning.

Matsuko leaves the house.

Prepare for a taxi to Bunkyo Ward, Tokyo.

The Tokyo Writers' Workshop will be held at the University of Tokyo for three days, and students and lecturers will be accommodated in a hotel outside the University of Tokyo.

However, Matsuko's own home is in Shinjuku, Tokyo, so there is no need to stay in a hotel with them.

The University of Tokyo is in Tokyo's Bunkyo district, while Matsuko's family lives in Shinjuku ward, and the two wards are not too far apart, just a taxi ride away.

Although the taxi fare is unusually high, it is not distressing at all for Matsuko, who is paid millions of dollars.

After getting into the taxi, the driver's uncle was also quite curious about the little girl who took a taxi out of the house.

He put on an adult and said earnestly: "Little girl, do your family just let you go out alone?" Stay safe. ”

And then.

Songzi said calmly: "The old lady is a man." ”

Driver: "??? ”

Well?

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After dozens of minutes on the road, the driver's uncle maintained a surprised expression throughout the whole process, peeking at the "little girl" in the passenger seat from time to time, as if he wanted to find something iconic from her.

However, he secretly observed the old man for a long time, and did not find the Adam's apple from the neck of this little sister.

"Uncle, aren't you tired of squinting your eyes like this, if you really can't help it, just turn your face around, I'm so much better than the road in front of me, you just look at what road I have to see, it's a big deal to kill a few people, anyway, beauty is priceless, right?" Yanyun Songzi narrowed his eyes and looked at him at an angle of 45 degrees.

Uncle Driver: "......"

Just for this temper, even if this girl is not a man physically, she must be a man psychologically.

……

Ichiro Yamada was waiting for someone at the bus stop in front of the University of Tokyo.

There are thousands of authors on the Internet in Tokyo, and Ichiro Yamada is one of them.

And the person he was waiting for, Liu Wenxi, was also one of them.

The circle of writers can be large or small, which is determined by many factors.

For example, the author's personal communication ability, the various activities the author participates in, and even the author's group will become the decisive factor.

An author who often brags about irrigating in the author group must have a lot more connections than the non-water group.

Ichiro Yamada and the "Liu Wenxi" he was waiting for met when they were flooded in the fantasy author group, this Liu Wenxi's pen name and real name are Liu Wenxi, and he is one of the few authors who will use his real name as a pen name.

He and Yamada Ichiro are authors of the same period, the subject matter is similar, and they fluttered out of a similar posture, so they often talk about QQ in private to exchange pretends, hydrology and broken chapter experience, although I haven't seen me, but the relationship is very good.

This time, they both successfully signed up for the Tokyo Writers' Seminar, and they were honored to become one of the writers' trainees of the workshop.

Since Shinjuku City is relatively close to Bunkyo District, Ichiro Yamada arrived at his destination first.

Liu Wenxi, who lives far away in Shibuya Ward, is about an hour's extra bus ride.

So.

Ichiro Yamada was ready to wait for him at the bus stop.

Because it was a weekend, there was no one at the bus stop in front of the University of Tokyo, only some elderly men and women chatting next to the bus stop sign.

Ichiro Yamada sat here bored, resting his bag on his lap, and then took out his mobile phone, ready to swipe Weibo to kill time.

After reading Weibo for a while, Yamada Ichiro caught a glimpse of a news that shocked him, saying that a certain hooligan failed to flirt with a girl, but was kicked and smashed his eggs, and is now being sent to the hospital Yunyun.

It reminded him of some very bad memories.

He hurriedly skipped this kind of news, because he felt so much empathy, and it always reminded him of the night he couldn't let go of some time ago, and the vicious girl who had a glimpse of it, was endlessly charming, but her feet were extraordinarily ruthless.

"I've arrived." A voice rang in Ichiro Yamada's ears.

Ichiro Yamada looked up and saw a fat man with glasses and a shirt standing in front of him.

This fat man's expression looks a little honest, but the combination of glasses, shirts, jeans and backpacks always makes people think of otaku.

He is probably Liu Wenxi.

Although he has been chatting on QQ for a long time, Ichiro Yamada quickly labeled Liu Wenxi in front of him as a "dead fat house".

As a yellow hairer who likes to hook up with little girls, Ichiro Yamada can be sure that the guy in front of him is definitely a standard otaku and a fat otaku.

"Liu Wenxi?" Ichiro Yamada said.

"Brother cheating, it's really you." Liu Wenxi said with a smile.

Cheating brother is the pen name of Ichiro Yamada, and the first two words of the pen name are his lifelong dream, that is, to keep cheating with other people's wives. Looking back now, he doesn't know if he gave himself such a pen name because he liked to cuckold others, or because he liked his wife.

However, the process of changing the pen name from the starting point was troublesome, and it was not only the responsible editor who had to be troubled, but also the signing documents that needed to be found from millions of contracts, so he couldn't change the damn pen name in the end.

"Ahem, my name is Ichiro Yamada, you can just call me Yamada, don't call me by my pen name, it's weird." As a self-proclaimed and shameless yellow-haired gangster, Ichiro Yamada is rarely a little embarrassed.

"Okay."

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and then they prepared to leave the University of Tokyo.

The University of Tokyo hung a sign at the entrance of the school that read "Warmly welcome all starting writers" because of the joint organization of the Writers' Association and China Literature Group, and many students of the University of Tokyo who were aware of the writers' seminar gathered at the entrance of the school to watch, which made the entrance of the University of Tokyo much more noisy than usual, and the square at the entrance of the school was full of people.

"There are quite a lot of people, and there are a lot of beautiful female students from the University of Tokyo, cool!"

Yamada Ichiro wiped his saliva, "Who are they waiting for?" ”

"Wait for the mad boy and the blood tyrant knife, the fans of these two great gods are all over the online literary world, and the students gathered at this gate are probably here to wait for those two great gods, anyway, no one is waiting for us to fight on the street."

As one of the authors of the street, Liu Wenxi has never lacked self-knowledge.

"It's worthy of the University of Tokyo, and the quality of female students is really high!" Yamada Ichiro pulled out a little shape for his full yellow hair, and said, "Liu Wenxi, you Yanagi Hui, you don't care about beautiful women?" ”

"Although beautiful women are good, I prefer younger ones, such as junior high school students." Liu Wenxi said calmly.

"Dead perverted fat house." Ichiro Yamada rolled his eyes.

Suddenly.

He found that Liu Wenxi's footsteps had stopped.

Moreover, the eyes of this fat house also looked straight in a certain direction, just like Lolicon's seeing an elementary school girl, Yamada Ichiro always felt that Liu Wenxi's saliva was about to flow out.

"What's wrong?" He patted Liu Wenxi's fat shoulder, and then followed Liu Wenxi's gaze.

Suddenly.

Ichiro Yamada was struck by lightning and froze in place.