You can't afford to hurt a man who puts a marriage notice in a pirated text

"To A." The person in charge of the Propaganda Department waved the last card in his hand triumphantly.

"To the king, blow up." The dean smiled sinisterly, "I will sit down, landlord..."

The director of the Propaganda Department was dumbfounded.He immediately turned to Bai Luyuan with a full face: "Old Bai...you still have a few cards..."

"Five." Bai Luyuan casually spilled all the cards in his hand, waved his hand and said, "We won."

"How is it possible!" The dean immediately jumped up with a full face: "Didn't I explode! You——you just have four 2s! That's not as big as me——"

Bai Luyuan spread out his cards calmly and said, "See for yourself."

The dean and the director of the Propaganda Department leaned over to take a look, and their expressions immediately changed to "=口=".

— Nima!This luck is too good!

"We are playing the Wuhan game." Bai Luyuan said calmly, "The rule of Wuhan is that there must be a card that is bigger than the double king, that is the bomb plus a gamete. I can't blow you with four and two, but look at it." This gamete...is a blank card."

The dean collapsed, blood streaming down his face.

The director of the Propaganda Department couldn't wait to hug Bai Luyuan's thigh and kiss madly: "Old Bai! Lao Bai, why are you always so lucky!...Old Bai is so good at playing, why does he always stay at home alone and play on the computer, and doesn't often go out to play with everyone? ah?"

The dean broke down in tears and said: "Let him come out to fight with everyone? Isn't that waiting to lose to him!...Besides, their financial department is also relatively busy."

Bai Luyuan smiled without saying a word.

The director of the Propaganda Department immediately jumped up and said, "Where is Lao Bai busy! Didn't Lao Bai help you collect the papers and invigilate the exam a few days ago—"

The dean suddenly laughed out loud: "Ahaha... this..."

Bai Luyuan was holding the cards and shuffling them like water skiing, but he said coldly and expressionlessly: "... Speaking of your Chinese class..."

The dean immediately leaned over: "What's wrong? The Chinese class is the face of our Faculty of Arts!"

Bai Luyuan shook his head, frowned while shuffling the cards with his head down—paused, and then said: "The branch secretary of your Chinese class...and the monitor..." He thought for a while but didn't know what to say.

You can't just say in front of the dean that the monitor is a super bad girl who dares to bribe the teacher with cigarettes, right?

It can't be said that the squad leader cheated in public with the party secretary...

Unexpectedly, the dean sighed deeply: "You mean the class monitor, right? She is the only girl in the whole school who smokes - I can't control her, the old man who is the head of the department doesn't care about her, her old mother went abroad a few years ago , let alone control her. It’s not bad if she’s willing to save face and pretend to be good.”

Bai Luyuan was stunned for a moment.

The director of the Propaganda Department interjected: "Actually, the monitor of the Chinese class is also very lively and active, but wherever he goes, he smells like smoke—a girl, smoky. The party secretary is a good boy."

Bai Luyuan immediately turned to look at him.

The dean sighed melancholy: "Chen Guancheng. Don't you think Chen Guancheng? He's the only boy in his class who came to my class."

The director of the Propaganda Department smiled and said, "That's him! I see him every week...he's the announcer of the radio station."

What? ...

At that moment, some kind of ulterior motive that he had buried deeply a few days ago... was rekindled.

Bai Luyuan's eyes were always covered by heavy shadows. At this moment, he stopped shuffling the cards, stood up, and said in an emotionless tone, "Let's stop here today. I have nothing to do. I'll leave first."

He sat in the office, with a complicated mood, after thinking for a long time, he still turned on the educational affairs management system.

Faculty and staff login-query-student files...

Just as he was about to open it, he slammed it down and closed it again.

Bai Luyuan turned on his QQ with a calm face, his expression fluctuating, and the group was constantly updating various information, girls were discussing Taobao, makeup, emotions enthusiastically... Hundreds of posts were popping up every hour.

He turned over one by one, as if fishing for gold from the sea.

But he still found those few words from the piles of records——

QQ group chat records

[Mao Qiuqiu]: [TVT, do you know that I was miserable today] [Mao Qiuqiu]: [Exam!Tears... Our monitor asked me to copy it for her... No... Actually, I filled it out for her... But the invigilator found out... orz] [Mao Qiuqiu]: [Fortunately, the dean didn't find out! TT Although the handsome invigilator didn't tell him...but the class monitor said that the handsome invigilator is from the Academic Affairs Office...TAT Will I be directly recorded? 】……

When Bai Luyuan saw this, he didn't look at it anymore, and directly typed in the dialog box: [Are you still a college student? 】Mao Qiuqiu is struggling to renew "Turning the Tianhe"—discussions on forums and Weibo have been turned upside down, and the entire book review area has exploded.At this moment, the attention of the entire Internet literary circle is focused on Bai Luyuan alone.

However, the most frightening thing is... no one has pinched this matter anymore.

Sometimes it’s probably like this. When everyone thinks you will be pinched, everyone is too lazy to pinch you—or, when things are extreme, when Bailuyuan’s shocking cynic blog is finally published, everyone is surprised. They were all shocked and speechless.

——Even so, he still felt very upset when he saw that the forum was full of big white things hanging on the wall.

——so he just brushed his small area silently.

He said cautiously: [Ah...yes...Miss Bai...hasn't seen it for a long time...] He wanted to ask if I made you angry...but he didn't ask again.

The person on the other side paused for a while before opening his mouth—some straight to the point: [Since you are at school, have you participated in any activities?For example, some entertainment projects——] Mao Qiuqiu blushed a little.He felt that he was overthinking just now, and Miss Bai is obviously very good...

And I've already begun to want to know him!

[I... I am the secretary of the Communist Youth League! ] He said in a panic, 【I still have to go to the party school...】【Oh, what else? ] I don't know if it's his own illusion, but he feels like the other party knew it in advance.

He could only whisper: [That... I'm still the announcer of the radio station...] [That's it. 】After a while, Bai Luyuan said calmly: 【When is it usually broadcast? 】Mao Qiuqiu is a little shy. [Monday afternoon,] he said, [I broadcast international news. 】Bai Luyuan was stunned.He subconsciously checked the calendar on his desk - today is Wednesday, and there is still a long way to go until Monday.

After reading it, he remembered, shit, isn’t there a date display in the lower right corner of the computer!

[Mao Qiuqiu]: [What's wrong with that...? 】

Bai Luyuan said bluntly: [It's surprising...it's hard to imagine that you will broadcast the news. 】【Mao Qiuqiu】: 【~~o(>_<)o~~What does Miss Bai think I will...] ​​Bai Luyuan smiled, and typed: 【I thought you must be the one who makes animation shows. 】Mao Qiuqiu laughed and posted a row of face-rubbing Tuzki: 【Miss Bai thinks I'm an anime~】Bai Luyuan said calmly: 【Yes, it's the kind that was broadcast for children on June [-]st. ][Mao Qiuqiu]: [TVT... I... I'm so young...Anime is not all like that...] Bai Luyuan shook his head, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up—a kind of cruelty and excitement surged in his chest , and said bluntly: [Closer to the subject, the new audition for the radio drama, will you go? ] After he posted this sentence, he felt that QQ was silent for a moment.

After a while, the dialog box seemed to shake violently, and then Mao Qiuqiu jumped up in shock——

[Mao Qiuqiu]: [Na... Nani! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 】【Mao Qiuqiu】: 【I...I'm going...? 】【Mao Qiuqiu】: 【Shall I go try out the new music of the season? ...This...This...] [Mao Qiuqiu]: [TVT I definitely can't... definitely can't...] Bai Luyuan said lightly: [How do you know if you don't try? 】【Mao Qiuqiu】: 【TVT Miss Bai, stop joking...】 Bai Luyuan said word by word: 【I mean it. ] After finishing speaking, he frowned, and said directly: [I know the planner, she has listened to all the Xinganyin she received.Just listen to it and you will know. 】After half an hour, the QQ on the opposite side was still silent.

Bai Luyuan said calmly: [What do you think? 】

Mao Qiuqiu spoke in a tone that was terribly silent—as if Reggio had just tried to get up again, and said slowly: [They...these people...haven't even read the original work!They probably thought they were acting in a BL movie!wipe!Do they even have to ask Baidu Encyclopedia for the word Wang Jixin first! 】Bai Luyuan said at the right time: 【It is still an open audition.If you don't plan, you will have to choose another one here.Which do you think is more suitable? 】【Mao Qiuqiu】: 【Nima!None of his sisters can do it! ! ! ! 】Bai Luyuan said: 【Oh, why don't you go? 】 Mao Qiuqiu choked again.

Bai Luyuan said slowly:

[This matter is not very difficult, everyone is at an amateur level, the main thing is to understand the spirit of the original voice. 】【This drama is already like this, no one expects it to be so good. 】【But the planner said that since he is serious, he hopes to find someone who is serious. 】【Aren't you an announcer? It's not a problem to record a few words. ] He knew he was lying - he himself had never heard the school radio.

【But...TAT...】

Bai Luyuan narrowed his eyes and smiled, he said lightly:

[Anyway, it’s just to try, and it’s not necessarily a pass. 】

【Don't you like Bailuyuan that much?Just do something for him. 】【Although he doesn't know, he will always be happy. 】Bai Luyuan himself didn't realize the contradictions in those few sentences.

However, Mao Qiuqiu is also in a mess at this moment, his mind is full of: [Do something for Bai Dada] [He will be happy] [Be serious]...

Bai Jie, the elder sister on the opposite side of QQ, said to him in a bewitching tone: 【Record a few lines, the lines are only two lines of poetry. 】【I also want to hear the voice of the announcer version, so just record it for me. 】……

Mao Qiuqiu huddled in the dormitory, feeling at a loss for the sudden indifference and enthusiasm of the girl across from QQ.

But when he looked at those "audition candidates", it was horrible... What Bai girl said kept flashing back, flashing back and flashing back in front of him——

[Just record it for me,] she said, [Bai Dahui will be happy. 】……

No, that's not the case.What really made him reach out to the wheat in the corner involuntarily after all, was the book on the side of the table that he could see when he turned his head and the corner was turned up...

"Wang Ni Jingwei Poetry Collection".

The male lead in the novel, Fang Yantai, the warrior of love, is the one who has gone through a hundred years of time and space and has to work hard to go back to save the person...even if it seems so stupid, so secondary.

Turning to the first page, traitors are traitors, but they are literati after all. Lines of poems are written so charmingly and touchingly, with fragrance on lips and teeth: "Smiles will resound from far away and answer Qing Yin, leaves are in the shawl and wine is in the lapel..."

— Written at the age of 14.

——In the book, a 14-year-old boy meets the male protagonist in the mountains. At that time, the scenery is just right, the forests and ravines are deep, the dream is still ahead, and all the beautiful or heavy fates have not yet unfolded.

……

Bai Luyuan actually felt very annoyed, because he waited for a long time before the other party shyly passed the file over—as if he had been recording repeatedly for a long time.

It's not necessary at all.

Because he didn't even bother to listen, he just dumped the file to Apple: [Just use this sound. 】Pingguo was so startled that before he even had time to ask, he saw suspiciously that Bailuyuan had gone offline again.

Look, you can't be too simple to be a human being. In China, everything is about relationships.With the power in hand, who can resist the black box.

No matter how good other people's recordings are, he doesn't want them.

How about Maoqiuqiu's recording, he hasn't heard it yet...too lazy to listen.Isn't he too lazy to reply to readers' comments?

What's more, the standard of this kind of fan works is actually the same, it just depends on whether you take it seriously-who cares about the effect of radio dramas?If he didn't have subtitles himself, he wouldn't even be able to understand it.

He just wanted to toss him.