If it weren't for the fact that after taking a shower and climbing into bed, Yan Xiaoxiao cried and shouted: "Male god! Are you swallowed by codeword software? Otherwise, how can you only know that the update does not give any response? Ahhh ”

Zuo Mian: "? ”

Male god?

Isn't the smiling male god just ......

Yourself.

"What's wrong, Xiaoxiao?" Zuo Mian just lay down, turned his head sideways and asked Yan Xiaoxiao on the opposite bed.

"Mianmian, you don't know how badly my male god is hacked on the Internet now! But I still believe in him, how can my male god plagiarize, absolutely, none, can, can! ”

With a smile and a confident and determined word, Zuo Mian's body lying on the bed stiffened.

"What do you say? Plagiarize? Zuo Mian's eyes widened.

She wrote this word by word, plagiarized or not, Zuo Mian himself knew best.

Who can she copy?

Yan Xiaoxiao heard that Zuo Mian was interested in this matter, and quickly told her about today's online events.

said that the blogger put a color palette, and also said that the other party Po the original record table of the document on Weibo, and got the repost of Weibo big V.

Every detail, the words and smiles were not missed, and they were explained very carefully.

Even laughing at her own indignant personal emotions, this matter was said impassionedly.

"I don't know why, I just think it's impossible for my Uncle Cang to plagiarize, maybe it's a woman's sixth sense, this thing doesn't seem to have any bugs, but there are still a lot of doubts."

Yan Xiaoxiao's words sounded a little contradictory, but Zuo Mian understood what she meant.

Because the absence of bugs is the biggest suspicion, like a long-planned frame-up, not just an accusation of grief after plagiarizing the work.

"Mianmian, do you believe what I say?" Yan smiled and tilted his head, and asked seriously and fearfully.

She was afraid that her best friend would also be on the opposite side of her, and she would be sad.

"I believe it." Zuo Mian said firmly, "Right Qingcang won't plagiarize." ”

Zuo Mian's unhesitating answer made Yan Xiaoxiao slightly stunned, and then he was completely relieved, followed by a hot eye socket and a sour heart.

Yan Xiaoxiao, as a member of the hamster group, can be suffocated to death today.

The people of the support club asked fans not to act rashly first, and to wait for their own big speeches, and then control the comments according to the specific situation.

So much so that Yan Xiaoxiao could only watch those sunspots and passers-by scold and sneer at Youqingcang, but they couldn't make any response to help Youqingcang speak.

Now the fans who are speaking for Right Qingcang will only be sprayed by the saliva of the masses.

Especially some anti-plagiarism parties, the rhetoric will be more intense, saying that their hamster group is still whitewashing Youqingcang at this time, which is a brain-dead behavior.

In this case, not only can it not help You Qingcang, but it will also harm him and cause more dissatisfaction among netizens.

So the hamster group chose to close the microphone collectively for the time being and did not respond, everything is subject to Uncle Cang's next remarks.

Powder follows the Lord, that's what should be done.

If this is really Uncle Cang wronged, then their hamster group will definitely let those people back a hundredfold and a thousand times.

Now I forbear for a while, and in the future there will be revenge for revenge, and there will be revenge for wrongs.

"Sleep, woo woo, do you really believe that he didn't plagiarize, I'm hard to bear now because of this incident today." Yan smiled and talked with a crying tone, and Zuo Mian felt distressed for a while.

She never thought that her roommate and friend would be her die-hard fan, caring for her and defending her so much.

And she failed to protect her fans, which is really undeserved.

(End of chapter)