China Literature's annual meeting of great gods and authors is held on the first Friday after New Year's Day.

That is, January 9th.

The final exam ends on January 7th.

So while others are happily enjoying the first day of winter vacation, she is about to start booking tickets for tomorrow's annual meeting - the annual meeting will be held in Shanghai, of course, and Songzi has to book a round-trip ticket in advance.

On the day of the Annual Meeting.

Midday.

After lunch, Matsuko is ready to go.

It takes only 2 hours from Tokyo to Shanghai, and the annual meeting starts at 6 p.m. and lasts until 9 p.m.

In Songzi's plan, it is not surprising that he will be able to fly over to attend the annual meeting of China Literature Group in the afternoon, and he should be able to return to Tokyo at about 11 o'clock in the evening, which is quite fast.

Well heated room.

"Oune-chan, are you wearing this outfit to such a big annual meeting?" Pseudo-Lori looked at her sister in shock.

Apparently.

She was shocked that her beautiful and lovely sister would wear a "Taobao popular down jacket" to attend the annual meeting of China Literature.

Imagine that decent social occasion, where the other authors are all suits and leather shoes, or windbreakers with expensive fabrics or something, showing the true colors of the gods, and suddenly a girl in a cheap down jacket appears in it, that sense of picture, that sense of disobedience......

"Well, it doesn't seem good." Matsuko himself reacted.

She hadn't participated in that kind of occasion, but she also knew that her dress was a little too maverick in a large group of starting point god authors, like a group of cute girls mixed in with a Billy King, and she couldn't bear to look at it directly.

But with his straight male aesthetics, he is really not good at dressing up, and he was not a current man in his previous life, but an otaku!

The two girlfriends are the left sauce and the right sauce, how can it be possible to study the field of girls' dressing and matching!

I'm not a women's clothing boss!

"I'll help you choose a match!" Ryuko said.

"Remember not to give me a short skirt." Matsuko warned.

But the pseudo-Lori doesn't seem to take her sister's words to heart.。

Of course, it can also be understood that she is dead, and the pig is not afraid of boiling water......

Ultimately.

Matsuko was forced to wear a gray-black loose sweater, a pure and unpretentious black and white plaid skirt, a sexy pair of black pantyhose on the lower body, and a white tassel scarf around her neck.

Although she felt uncomfortable with the short skirt, the black pantyhose barely gave her a sense of security, and the stupid touch was still a little horizontal in dressing, Matsuko stood in front of the cabinet mirror and looked at it for a long time, and found that this match was not bad.

At this moment, Matsuko felt like a beautiful and glamorous female model in a fashion magazine.

Of course.

It's more like a picture of the product from the Taobao store, with a few sentences written next to it, "2017 new sweater", "elegant and versatile, creating a comfortable wearing feeling, exuding your feminine charm in this winter" and so on, exuding a sense of cheapness from between the lines.

"Erné-chan is so beautiful! Wear a pair of sunglasses again, and you will definitely be a Hollywood female star by the people at the airport! Pseudo-Lori sighed at the pine nuts after getting dressed.

The appearance of pine nuts is originally a level that can break through the upper limit of appearance, and even can reach the level where the three-dimensional and two-dimensional are stupid and indistinguishable.

Without makeup, she can kill most of the tender models in seconds without makeup.

Not to mention.

Big breasts!

Big breasts!

Big breasts!

Say the important thing three times.

At this time, Matsuko is looking forward to life in front of the mirror, imagining herself standing on the stage of a Paris fashion exhibition and walking as a model, and the stage is the clatter of flashing lights.

But soon she realized, "Mother, why should a man think about these things, is my brain in water?" and ended her daydreams with her own hands.

Put on a pair of pure black martin boots and carry a women's bag that I don't know what brand it is.

After making sure that all the important documents and invitations and other things were brought with you.

Matsuko walked out of the house.

I'm going to take a taxi to Tokyo Airport.

She wasn't worried about the danger of pseudo-Lori being at home alone, according to the plan, she would fly to Shanghai in the afternoon and come back in the evening, and it would only take four hours to go back and forth, so there was nothing to worry about.

But she had never gone out after dressing up like this before, which made her feel a little nervous.

After all, she is going to participate in the starting point annual meeting, and she is a dead house who has never seen anything in the world in her previous life, and she suddenly wants to participate in such a high-end occasion, although she is the most eye-catching in the entire annual meeting, but after all, for the first time, she is still a little apprehensive.

Walking to the gate of the community, Matsuko stopped the taxi, "Go to Tokyo Airport." ”

The taxi driver who drove the car was a young man, and it was probably the first time he had met such a beautiful beautiful passenger, and he chattered non-stop along the way, even if Matsuko ignored his mouth, he could laugh at himself, and he didn't feel embarrassed at all.

At last.

Matsuko used a sentence "You talk so much nonsense, you must be very lonely on weekdays, you don't have any friends, right?" Gagged him.

And also attached a lot of "Have you ever had a girlfriend?" "Did your mother force you to get married?" and so on.

So in the second half of the journey, Songzi was pleasantly surprised to find that this little brother suddenly changed from a dick man with a lot of bullshit to a noble and elegant melancholy little prince, looking at the traffic lights, his eyes were full of sorrow and tears.

Arrive at the airport.

Check-in and boarding.

I finally got on a flight to Shanghai.

Her decision to attend the annual meeting of China Literature Group was not just for the sake of what to eat, but also to see the big occasions that she had not experienced in her previous life.

Now that you have crossed over and made a little fame with your golden fingers, you can't stay in your own home for the rest of your life like in your previous life, and be a dead house where you eat and wait for death, and it is absolutely not harmful for you to participate in a social occasion like the annual meeting of China Literature Group.

Moreover.

She is well-known in the online literature industry, and naturally she has not been in contact with other great god authors.

For example, the blood tyrant knife who wrote "The First Supreme of the Ages" had a simple conversation with her on the Internet, although it was the kind of casual chat that was not salty or light, but this can be regarded as socializing, right? When the time comes, you can also get to know other great god authors, which is always beneficial and harmless.

What are you nervous about, and you're not really a 16-year-old girl!

Mother...... Bah! Lao Tzu is a 25-year-old social person!

Matsuko touched her conscience, and in the ripples of her chest and the soft touch of her palms, she gradually regained her self-confidence.