"Shaft!"

"Scum!"

"Scum!"

Song Chi's eyes widened and he looked at the front row.

"Who! Who is scolding me behind my back! ”

Dozens of pairs of eyes stared at him, anger about to overflow the classroom.

He silently withdrew his gaze.

"That, Yiyi, I didn't mean that, you can sit if you want."

"Yes...... May I? ”

Xu Yiyi held the thick book and stood in place a little overwhelmed.

"Of course!"

Song Chi stood up and helped Xu Yiyi put the book on the seat.

He felt more red dots on his body.

If the sight can kill, then I must be in a lot of holes by now.

"Oh, warm man."

"Hypothetical."

"Hypocrite."

The green tendons on Song Chi's forehead were beating wildly.

It's not okay not to let Xu Yiyi sit next to him, and it's not okay to let Xu Yiyi sit next to him, what do you want him to do?

"I'm sorry, I really wanted to trouble you......"

Xu Yiyi lowered her head and stirred the corners of her clothes with her hands, very guilty.

Seeing the soft girl showing this distressing expression, the resentment in Song Chi's heart instantly dissipated by more than half.

At the beginning, Xu Yiyi, you loved to ignore it.

Now Xu Yiyi.

Only I can climb high.

I'm mad at you!

He smiled, and in full view of everyone, he stretched out his hand again and rubbed Xu Yiyi's little head.

This time, he did it on purpose.

"It's okay, I don't mind if you trouble me."

Song Chi's words were actually deliberately said to the classmates in the class.

When Xu Yiyi asked for help in the group, none of them responded, as classmates, but now seeing Xu Yiyi's good looks, she has a sour attitude.

But hearing these words in Xu Yiyi's ears made this tense girl blushing in an instant.

Wang Chuan, who had been staring at the two people beside him with jealousy, was stunned for a moment, and said in surprise:

"I'm grass, Xu Yiyi is smoking!"

Xu Yiyi heard it.

Wang Chuan was even more surprised:

"I'm grass!! Xu Yiyi boiled!! ”

Song Chi slapped the back of the little fat man's head.

"You talk a lot!"

Wang Chuan, who was slapped by Song Chi, was a little annoyed, and the yin and yang became angry:

"I said why did Brother Song suddenly start writing daily love essays, there is a sour smell of love everywhere between the lines, but your river god girlfriend feels that it has nothing to do with Xu Yiyi, such a good girl doesn't write, write a fantasy heroine, if you want me to say that you might as well pinch Xu Yiyi directly as the heroine, put this kind of character girl in other novels, that inappropriate heroine?"

Song Chi rolled his eyes: "You know again?" ”

Wang Chuan sighed and said earnestly:

"Brother Song, the famous great man Wozki Shuode once said that novels come from life, you are always YY something that does not exist, and it is destined to be the end of hitting the street, listen to your brother's persuasion, let Xu Yiyi be the heroine, I have the name for you, just call my pressure cooker girlfriend."

Hearing Wang Chuan's words, Song Chi glanced at Xu Yiyi, who had been sitting beside him without saying a word.

The girl's ears twitched, apparently eavesdropping on the conversation between the two just now.

Seeing Song Chi looking at her at this moment, her crystal earlobes were red like ripe grapes, and people couldn't help but want to pounce on them and take a sip.

"Song, is Song Chi still writing novels?"

She deliberately pretended not to hear clearly.

The little heart is pounding.

Song Chi smiled awkwardly.

Web writers are inherently at the bottom of the industry chain.

In addition, he is a transparent street writer, and it is too shameful for this identity to be known by friends in reality.

It is said that street writers are also divided into grades, and transparent levels like Song Chi belong to the type of self-exaltation every day, self-entertainment, and love to work in the comment area when there is nothing to do.

Occasionally, one or two lost readers stumbled into his book by mistake, leaving him with a sentence of "death by poison", which would make him excited to reply to a small essay of one or two hundred words.

"Where do I write novels, I just have nothing to do to record my life and write a diary."

Hearing Song Chi's words, Xu Yiyi grabbed the pen in her hand and drew casually on the book, her eyes a little fluttering.

"That'...... In Song Chi's diary...... Will there be me ...... too?"

Song Chi was stunned for a moment, and his heart seemed to skip a beat.

Wang Chuan was stunned for a moment, scolded in his mouth, and turned his head.

"Uh......" Song Chi blushed a little, "Yes." ”

To be honest, Song Chi didn't have the idea of writing Xu Yiyi into the novel, after all, such a treasure girl is really rare.

It's a pity that this matter must first be agreed by some savage, violent, and terrifying double ponytail.

Now every time Song Chi releases a new piece of content, he has to review Xia Yuyou, a girl, to make sure that there is no slander and slander against her, the river god, in the novel, before it can be successfully released.

Of course, Song Chi will still vaguely mix some private goods in the book from time to time to vent his dissatisfaction.

Song Chi is actually under a lot of pressure.

Because he not only has to portray a great, kind, and gentle river god in his novel, but also delete those contents in time before a certain girl sees the bad comments in the comment area.

Just before, because a reader wrote a sentence in the book review area, "Xia Yuyou is so stupid," but Xia Yuyou saw it first.

That girl wanted to float directly down the network cable that night to settle accounts with the reader.

If Song Chi hadn't been holding back, begging that he was his only reader, and buying Xia Yuyou a large cup of Super A cheese grape, I'm afraid the novel would really be in reality.

Wang Chuan stabbed Song Chi's arm and said:

"Anyway, you haven't been here for so many days, and you don't even know that we are changing counselors, right?"

"I know."

"How do you know?"

Wang Chuan was surprised.

"Because it's the counselor I changed for you."

“…… Can you please change Brother Liu back, I am really convinced of this new old man, pulling a face every day, as if everyone else owes him money. ”

"That probably won't work...... If you really miss your brother Liu, I can ask him to give you a dream at night. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard several hoarse coughs coming from the door.

An old man with a straight figure and gray hair walked in.

The old man looks to be at least sixty or seventy years old, wearing an earthy yellow tunic and a pair of reading glasses, and when he looks at people, he will subconsciously lower his head, roll his eyes, and have a serious look, but he doesn't look very close.

"Students, let me tell you something, there is a transfer student in our class today."

The people in the seats weren't listening to what the old man was talking about, they were either chatting to themselves or playing with their mobile phones.

The old man seemed to be surprised, and shouted out the door.

"Come in."

……

PS: Thank you Bai Jun Lin for the monthly pass.

Thanks to the three-year-old, zqm, crumbs father Enrique, Taoist friends, please stay in the Taoist friends and I have a fate to reward.