Half a day forward.

That morning, Shen Xingye went out with great interest and refreshment, holding his masterpiece and putting on the agreed yellow clothes, ready to meet with his pen pal.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Shen Xingye arrived in front of the Confucius Temple.

As a self-proclaimed literati, Shen Xingye bowed to Confucius from afar, and secretly prayed that the Holy Master could bless him with inexhaustible literary thoughts.

After worshipping, Shen Xingye glanced left and right, looking for the target person. People come and go in front of the Confucius Temple, but the overall color of the clothes of the people of this era is dark and plain, and the swaggering yellow clothes should be very eye-catching.

But Shen Xingye looked left and right, and didn't see the second person in bright yellow clothes.

"Strange, what about people?" Shen Xingye couldn't help but wonder: "Why do you want to make an appointment at Confucius Temple, there are so many people here." ”

At this moment, a person approached Shen Xingye's back and whispered, "You are 'Night'?" ”

Well?

Did I find a pen pal?

Shen Xingye turned around excitedly and wanted to see what his pen pal was like. As a result, when he saw it, his mouth grew in surprise, because the girl standing behind him was a girl. The girl wore round glasses as thick as the bottom of a wine bottle, long bangs and frizzy hair that covered most of her face, and her rustic clothes seemed to have some paint on them.

This raunchy feel really has an artist's air to it.

But - female?

My pen pal is a woman?

Shen Xingye was stunned, and the girl continued to speak, her voice a little stiff: "Answer me, are you the one who has been writing to me in the name of 'Night'?" ”

Shen Xingye nodded stunned: "Yes, I am 'Night', you ......"

The girl interrupted him and continued, "What's your name?" ”

The stupid boy said truthfully: "My name is Shen Xingye, you don't know ......"

The girl continued to ask: "Are you a student in the second class of Fengming No. 1 Middle School?" ”

"Yes, it's me, you ......"

"What's in your hand?" The girl pointed to Shen Xingye's masterpiece: "Is that the note you have been claiming in your letter?" ”

"Yes, that's right......"

"You brought it here, do you want me to see it?"

"I originally had this plan...... but now that I found out that the pen pal turned out to be a girl, Shen Xingye didn't know what to do.

Wait - girls?

The one who has always been in tune with my heart turned out to be a girl?

This!

I'm enlightened!

Shen Xingye's eyes flashed, and he felt that he had suddenly seen through the mystery of fate - this kind of unfolding, isn't it my peach blossom luck!

Come to think of it, although the goddess is beautiful, she doesn't understand my art. And this girl is stupid and stupid, but she fits my heart.

The body is soothed by the goddess, and the soul is resonant with the earth girl.

Although pure as I really want to be dedicated, there is no way, goddess, I am an artist, I can't refuse the call from art, from fate!

The hesitation of the left and right, the torture of conscience, the guilt of the soul cheating and the joy of sinking into the darkness, ah~~~ What a tragicomedy like Shakespeare.

This is the fate of my great writer Shen Xingye!

Although the earth girl is quite earthy, and her personality seems to be a bit self-talking, aren't artists all talking to themselves? Moreover, no matter how earthy it is, it is better than a greasy fat house.

Besides, isn't the general bridge set like this, the inconspicuous local girl dressed up and turned around gorgeously, and thousands of people were amazed.

I believe that under this pair of glasses like the bottom of a beer bottle, it must be the beautiful eyes that charm all beings!

But — yes—

It's hard to say whether the beautiful eyes under the glasses are charming and sentient, but the eyes of the girl opposite suddenly sharpened. The not too tall body suddenly burst out with a powerful momentum, and the whole person pressed up viciously: "Tell you, Shen Xingye, you have happened, prepare to go to the police station with me!" ”

"Huh?" The beautiful fantasy suddenly cut in half, and Shen Xingye was stunned: "What happened?" What police station? What's wrong with me? ”

"What's the matter? I don't know what to do. The girl took advantage of the unpreparedness and snatched away Shen Xingye's notebook. After flipping through it casually, he said with a determined face: "Playing hooligans, or playing hooligans for a long time, and playing hooligans in public again." ”

"Hooliganism?" The girl's words were like a heavy blow, hitting Shen Xingye's soft underbelly, making Shen Xingye panic all of a sudden: "I didn't!" I'm not! Don't talk nonsense! ”

"Dare to quibble?" The girl stepped forward and sneered: "Write me that kind of letter for a long time, foul language between the lines, isn't it a hooligan?" ”

Shen Xingye took a step back, his face turned pale: "This ......"

The girl took another step forward: "I mentioned your notes many times, but I couldn't look directly at the whole text, and I had to force underage girls to watch it, isn't it a hooligan?" ”

Shen Xingye took another step back, dumbfounded: "I ......"

The girl also stepped forward: "And you have repeatedly described your lewd thoughts, and asked underage girls to draw unsightly pictures for you, this is not only disgusting, it is simply disgusting, a dead hooligan among hooligans!" ”

Shen Xingye only felt that the sky was thundering: "No, wait, wait, I, I didn't know you were a girl!" ”

The girl snorted: "Do you have proof that you don't know that I'm a girl?" I have ample evidence that you're a hooligan. I keep all your letters. I've got this note of yours too. Also, what do you think it is? ”

The girl took out a tape recorder from her pocket, poured the tape down, and clicked down the playback. Suddenly, the voice of Shen Xingye who had just personally admitted his pen name, real name, identity, and actions came out from inside.

Shen Xingye wanted to grab it in a panic, but the girl retreated and said calmly: "I advise you to calm down." Any idea why I chose to meet here? If I screamed 'hooligan', guess how many people would rush up and beat you? ”

Shen Xingye was already trembling, and said in a dying struggle: "You, didn't you write to me too, you are also ......"

"What am I? Is there anything wrong with my letter? It's all your own color. Besides, even if there is a little problem, it can only mean that this girl is both wise and brave, and she is just leading you to appear. The girl smiled slightly, and said leisurely: "Great talent, you compare yourself to being rich and rich, let me ask you, what is the maximum sentence in the Criminal Code for hooliganism?" ”

Shot.

"How should you be sentenced for what you have done?"

Shot.

"So, what do you think should be done now?"

Surrendered voluntarily and sought leniency, from five minutes to two hours.

But, but, but—I'm only seventeen!

Shen Xingye's eyes were dark, and he couldn't breathe, only to feel that his life was over.

At this time, Shen Xingye was in a hurry and thought in reverse. Letters, diaries, Confucius Temple, hooliganism, voice recorders...... The brain connected all of this girl's actions over and over again, allowing Shen Xingye to find an impossible breakthrough and the only chance to escape.

And that's—

"Auntie~~~!!" Shen Xingye was about to kneel: "What do you want to command, you say~~~!" ”

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