Countless comments immediately poured out below.

"Oh my God, am I dazzled, or is the sun hitting the west coming out, why did the great god post on Weibo today?"

"I cried, and I won't see it a few times in my lifetime!"

"Let me guess, what does this lychee mean? Could it be a hint of the theme of the next new work of the great god? ”

"Ahh It's the first time I've seen the great god so closely! ”

"Sexy god, online blog ......"

……

"The great god actually posted on Weibo!"

Meng Haochen's sudden excited scream made Meng Yao startled, and he looked dissatisfied: "What are you doing, it's worth your fuss if someone else posts a Weibo." ”

Meng Haochen glanced at her and said disdainfully: "Do you know who posted Weibo?" ”

Meng Yao said: "Hehe, it won't be a dead person anyway." ”

Meng Haochen gritted his teeth: "It's the real eye that posted Weibo!" ”

Meng Yao felt a little familiar, thought about it, and finally got a little impression: "Ah, is that the author of the second pen name you like?" ”

"Meng Yao!" Meng Haochen was so angry that he simply called his sister's name, "You really haven't heard of the True Eye?" ”

Meng Yao sat down lazily on the sofa and rolled her eyelids: "I really haven't heard of it." ”

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Meng Haochen said: "He is my idol, the premier god of suspense reasoning......

The reasoning logic of his book is interlocking and flawless. But the most distinctive feature of his work is that it is not like ordinary mystery novels, which focus on trickery.

The best part of his book is the portrayal of human nature, the torture of the soul......"

Meng Yao yawned.

Meng Haochen continued to say with great interest: "Two years ago, he even won the Nobel Prize for Literature, the most famous in the world. You know, the Nobel Prize for Literature has never been awarded to the author of mystery fiction, he is the first!

But he didn't go to accept the award at all, and just gave up the prize.

It's really my idol, it's so handsome! ”

"Giving up the Nobel Prize for Literature? Is that him? ”

Meng Yao blinked.

Two years ago, this news was very hot for a while, so Luo Yao in her previous life also knew something.

But she wasn't very interested in this kind of news, she wasn't impressed, she only knew that there was such a thing.

"Of course."

Meng Haochen had an expression of "I'm a fan, and I'm honored".

Staring at Meng Yao, she seemed to want to see the look of adoration on her face.

Unexpectedly, Meng Yao shook her head in slurch, "It's stupid not to even accept the Nobel Literature Prize!" ”

In her previous life, when she learned the news, she had already despised it.

What a beautiful thing this is, fame and fortune, how many people dream of it.

There are still people who give up the prize and don't accept it, isn't it a fool?

"That's because Real Eyes never shows his face in public, and from the very beginning he posted the first word on the Internet, no one knows what he looks like, how old he is, and who he really is, not even if he is a man or a woman."

Meng Haochen excitedly defended his idol.

"There are countless investors, screenwriters, and directors who want to contact him, and even offer sky-high prices to adapt his works into film and television dramas, but people don't even pay attention to him."

Meng Yao said perfunctorily: "Okay, okay, I know he is very powerful, I will go to do my homework." ”

"Forget it, you don't understand."

Meng Haochen glanced at his sister.

Instead, he picked up his phone excitedly and replied below with his Weibo account: "Great God, I like your work very much......"