My book friend Long Aotian

Chapter 109 I'm here to write for men! What are you doing!
"Your readers are waiting for you at the door!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Bailong felt as if a thunderclap had struck from the sky, and he froze in place.

The box has been opened!

He thought that Feng Lin's matter was over, Xiao Tiaozi had returned to Beijing, and he was about to embark on the glorious road of becoming the Director of Wenqu. The risk of social death seemed to be fading away quietly with the passage of time... Why was this happening?
This is impossible!

The horrific nightmare image came back to my mind again... maybe even worse than before.

It should be noted that Huazhou is in the last days of the Dharma when female-oriented novels are popular. The new Tongwen Bureau Chief is actually a writer of male-oriented novels. What's the difference between this and running into a certain circle to make ML games?
It is conceivable that after this incident was exposed, Director Li's dignity would be destroyed and his reputation would be ruined. Wherever he went, he would be pointed at, mocked, and attacked by vicious women behind his back!
What the hell is going on! How did I get exposed?
His mind was in a mess, with many thoughts coming one after another. Li Bailong was still thinking about it when Sister Xu came up to him, grabbed his arm, and pulled him to the back hall: "Go meet your readers!"

"..."

Da-me-da-me! Yad-da-yo! I don’t want that kind of thing!
——I don’t want to see a bunch of obscene and lustful goblin readers looking at me with eyes of admiration and worship of the even more obscene Goblin King!
Li Bailong was extremely resistant in his heart. He took a stake and dug it deep into the ground, so that Junior Sister Xu could not drag him away.

However, Xu Wangyu is the master's direct disciple, and now he is doing business. How quick is his mind?
So he shouted loudly: "Everyone, your brother Mo Feng is shy, just come over by yourself!"

——How dare you! Call me Teacher Batian!

What is Mo Feng's Gou Ba...Huh?

The thought of surprise just flashed through my mind for a moment, but when I saw the colorful clothes flashing at the back door of the back hall, the breath-taking silence instantly turned into a medley of exclamations and screams, and a group of women rushed out in an instant!

——Hey hey hey hey hey!

what happened!

What about my readers who are stupid otakus who look smart but are addicted to the internet and full of dirty stuff! ?

As soon as this thought came into mind, it was drowned out by the spring scenery, the fragrance, the sweet voices, and the fantasy in the mind along with the question of "What is Mo Feng?"!
What you see are the young and beautiful girls, with gentle and charming faces, each with her own unique style, which is a feast for the eyes.

Some were bold and lively, with their hands behind their backs, boldly leaning forward slightly, looking at him with bright smiles.

Some were calm and generous, just staring at him quietly, and when their eyes met, they smiled and nodded.

Some delicate and shy ones hide behind others, and use round fans to cover their pretty faces and eyes, and look closely through the veil. It is said that the round veil hides the beautiful face, the smile turns into starry eyes, the beauty tilts the fan lightly, and looks at the spring breeze with thought.

All I could hear were everyone's passionate confessions.

"Brother, I have been reading your masterpiece since the first volume!"

“I really like the story!”

"I just like the protagonist's perseverance and courage to face challenges head-on!"

The girls all looked different, their clothes and makeup were different, and their backgrounds were subtly different from their demeanor... However, the closeness of their expressions and attitudes, and the joy in their eyes, were similar.

I met my favorite wife, who turned out to be a talented and charming scholar. It was like a dream to have two happy things happen together...

Yingying Yanyan.

The shocking scene and the shocking experience caused Li Bailong's mind to go blank for a moment.

Hey, hey hey hey!

There are so many female readers!

God has opened his eyes!

His mind was filled with joy, and Li Bailong had no time to think carefully. He was immersed in the indescribable joy and admiration - the female readers in Huazhou were so enthusiastic, so tolerant, and had good taste!

Then he heard the sounds around him lighten, and the graceful woman with a round fan covering her face walked forward slowly, accompanied by a maid who was also well-dressed and holding a small book in her hands.

The girl took a deep breath and gently moved the round fan in front of her, revealing a fair, bright and charming face. Her every move exuded elegance, her skin was as pure as snow, her body was full and voluptuous, and her whole body had a noble temperament, obviously she came from a noble family.

She handed the round fan to the maid, then took a booklet from her hand, held it with both hands, her cheeks as red as peach blossoms, her eyes as clear as spring water, and her brows half-closed in shyness.

"Brother...Jie, Jie Yuanlang..." she said softly, "I admire Jie Yuanlang's literary talent. I would like to compile the poems written by you under the pseudonyms of the characters in the book, as well as Jie Yuanlang's daily poems, into a book. Please give me your calligraphy..."

Li Bailong took the booklet and opened it.

The font is majestic and majestic, like a blooming peony, and it transcribes many peerless poems that shine through the ages.

Li Bailong took a few glances and saw that they were all old acquaintances, so he did not suspect anything.

Well, it turned out that I copied it... Hey, did I copy so much?
Alas, I have also made outstanding contributions to the cultural exchange between the two worlds!
After all, compared to the poems that he had memorized countless times in school, the beautiful girl reader in front of him, who was graceful and elegant, made him more interested. He took the pen from her and his liking for this big and beautiful reader increased - so beautiful, and so tasteful, what a good person!

Such a brave and pure beautiful girl reader actually has a very high taste. In this end of the law world dominated by female-oriented novels, she actually has a noble aspiration and a keen eye for gems, and appreciates "Legend of the Imperial Battle of Heaven", an elegant work that is independent, unique, and not mixed with the crowd...

So he asked solemnly: "May I ask your name, young lady?"

The Da Qi was an open society, and women's names were not so secretive. The other party lowered her starry eyes, covered her face with a round fan, and said softly: "My surname is Shi, and my maiden name is Yunrong..."

"It turned out to be Miss Shi." Li Bailong nodded, and started writing, reciting as he wrote, "The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze blows against the threshold and the dew is thick. If we hadn't met on the top of the Jade Mountain, we would have met under the moon on the Jade Terrace."

pink! Silk! blessing! profit!
When Miss Shi heard the first sentence, she was stunned.

After Li Bailong finished writing his signature with his long pen, he looked up and smiled, and their eyes met. The fan in the hand of this dignified and elegant girl fell, her starry eyes rolled up, and she fainted while looking up to the sky.

Li Bailong hurriedly took a step forward and put his hand on her back, only to feel that it was full and soft like jade.

This kind of hugging posture has been overused in TV dramas in the past. Whenever the male and female protagonists make this gesture, they will most likely turn around in slow motion. The two of them will also have to make incomprehensible mysterious expressions. Those with poor acting skills and inadequate micro-expressions will have to add psychological activity lines later.

But in this alien world with a scarce cultural and creative industry and no visual entertainment, this kind of romantic scene only exists in books. Now, when you see it with your own eyes, there are screams all around.

Li Bailong supported the girl with one hand, his movements were cautious and steady, without any unnecessary movements. He just signaled the maid to help her and shouted, "Junior Sister Xu! Come and help!"

When Xu Wangyu came over, he immediately let go and stepped back. At this time, the girls who were watching finally came to their senses and chewed on the poem they had just written. Someone shouted, "I want one too!"

Readers held out their books and shouted, "Mobao Mobao! Brother, I want one too!"

Don’t worry! We have them all!

Li Bailong had already been immersed in the shocking development of "the people who came to open the box and blocked my way were female readers whom I had never imagined", and he did not notice anything wrong at all.

——Or, in other words, at this moment, emotion completely overwhelmed reason. Even if it was the Way of Forgetfulness, he wanted to have fun first!
After all, there are only a few die-hard fans who will write down his famous poems and compile them into a book, and most of them just bring books for autographs, but it doesn’t matter! As long as we read "Legend of the Imperial Battle of Heaven", we are...

Huh?
He saw clearly the book held up by a young girl.

Hmm? "Langhuan Zhuan"?
"..."

Wait! That's not right!
He was stunned, then looked sternly.

——What kind of book is this? Go find Yu Hua!

While I was stunned, the second book was handed to me.

It turned out to be a copy of "Langhuan Zhuan".

"..."

Sometimes, people are not mesmerized by the Infinite Tsukuyomi, but enter the world of illusion on their own initiative.

It's just like some people playing GALGAME, reading romance novels, being obsessed with paper lovers who love them deeply and spending a lot of money, but they actually know that it's fake.

The reason why we become addicted to it is simply because we cannot get the real thing.

But now, as if Kamijou Touma had punched him in the face, the fantasy of the writer of vulgar male-oriented novels was suddenly shattered, and all his self-deception and self-hypnosis collapsed in an instant.

Wait! Stop!
The distinction is too clear! I don’t want it to be clear!

The reality was extremely cruel, reminding him that those who wrote vulgar and exciting novels should never expect to have any female readers. The laughter in his ears and the pretty faces in front of him seemed to be separated from him by a sad and thick barrier. All his beautiful fantasies, like the excited iron spines of beasts, rushed away.

The only ones left were the vulgar writers who were for some reason given female-oriented pseudonyms and surrounded by people.

Li Bailong looked at everything around him blankly.

Finally realized that everything has dissipated like smoke.

Now, there is only a huge question mark lingering in my mind.

Facing this rouge formation, he just wanted to yell.

——I’m here to write for men! What are you doing?
Many female fans crowded around and even started asking about the plot. Li Bailong felt his heart was in a mess, with all kinds of thoughts flooding into his mind. Suddenly he shouted, turned around and ran away.

His martial arts skills were very strong, and even those readers who practiced martial arts could not catch up with him. They all shouted in disappointment, but were left far behind by "Brother Mo Feng".

The Long Aotian in my mind laughed until he was hoarse.

"——What the hell are you laughing at!"

"You are so self-indulgent!" Aozi laughed wildly, "You write this kind of thing and still expect female readers to like your book? You are destined to only attract men!"

"Bullshit! Bullshit! Shut the fuck up!"

Li Bailong was furious. The shame and anger of his shattered dream had completely transformed into inexplicable rage - when the hell did I ever write "Langhuan Zhuan"?
Who is harming me?

He ran all the way with a gloomy face until he reached the nearest bookstore. Before he even got close, he heard a newsboy shouting on the side of the road: "The author of "Langhuan Zhuan" revealed his true identity. He turned out to be a famous martial arts scholar!"

Grass grass grass grass!

Li Bailong lowered his head, walked into the bookstore, paid as quickly as possible and took out a set of "Langhuan Zhuan", then ran to a sparsely populated place. When he looked closely, he saw "Written by Mo Feng" clearly written next to the title of the book.

God damn Mo Feng!
Li Bailong was furious and horrified: "This man has been planning this for a long time!"

He then gnashed his teeth and said, "You son of a bitch! If I don't scrape you out, I'm not Director Li!"

Director Li was flipping through "Langhuan Zhuan" while walking. When he reached the intersection, he hailed a rickshaw and said directly, "Take me to Tongwen Bureau!"

Damn it, I’ll start with you!

Seeing that Li Bailong was in a bad mood, the driver waited for Li Bailong to sit down and then immediately started driving as fast as he could.

He only heard the guest behind him flipping pages and reading ten lines at a glance. He also thought of the gossip and interesting stories about "Langhuan Zhuan" he heard today. He wanted to share them with the guest, but was afraid of being scolded, and felt uncomfortable.

After running for a while, I suddenly heard the guest behind me shouting, "Wait!"

The driver slowed down and trotted, then slowly stopped the car and turned around to ask, "Sir, what's the matter?"

He discovered that this handsome and dignified guest was now holding a half-read copy of "Langhuan Zhuan" with an expression of astonishment, disbelief... and a strong murderous aura.

He also showed a sneer with gritted teeth.

——My goodness, the last time I saw the incense leader checking the accounts and catching the scum in the gang, he had this expression!

Is this what you saw while watching "Langhuan Legend"?

“…Send me back.”

He listened to the guests.

"what?"

"Go back... Oh no, just go back to where I got on the bus just now."

The driver didn't dare to ask more questions. He turned around and ran back to the starting point, took the money, thanked the other party, and watched the other party leave.

At this moment, the newspaper boy on the street shouted: "Dozens of female readers have gone to look for Mo Feng! There is a new development. Just buy a copy of the tabloid and you can listen to our detailed account!"

The coachman noticed that after hearing this, the departing guests walked faster.

And the back view became more murderous.

He couldn't help but think of the huge rat that was caught by the incense master before. No one dared to mention that man's final fate.

"That's good," he muttered, "someone is going to get into trouble."

(End of this chapter)