bother you

The weather in midsummer can change as it is said, the sun is still shining in the afternoon, and thunderstorms suddenly fall in the evening.

The few umbrellas in the store were taken away by the girls, Xiao Xu and Zhang Ji were still in the "sentence" of "not using the computer", Zhao Fan simply occupied the computer and did not move.

Yan Xiao naturally stayed with him on the second floor.

It was windy and windy outside, the thunder was deafening, and a blinding lightning flashed by the window from time to time.But the atmosphere in the room was peaceful.

Zhao Fan didn’t pretend to be serious, and after he made it clear to Yan Xiao that day, the grudge disappeared as if it never existed. Yan Xiao watched it together.

The person he likes reads the novel he wrote in front of him. Yan Xiao's face is still a little hot, so he basically never gets close to the computer. Snake on the phone.

In fact, his ears perked up.

"Hey my day!" Zhaofan threw down the mouse and folded his hands on his chest. The "My day" roared so aggressively that it overwhelmed the sound of rain and thunder outside.

Yan Xiao quickly asked: "What's wrong?"

"'Kang Yixiao' is a little fat guy who is very unmotivated recently!" Zhao Fan frowned, "The number of words in a chapter is less than that of a chapter. Last time, [-] words a day was his bottom line. I didn't expect his bottom line. It is getting lower and lower, and today there are only [-] words, if this continues, will there be no bottom line?"

Yan Xiao's greedy snake hit the wall.

"I can't bear the small number of words. The more I write, the worse I can't bear it." Zhao Fan hates iron and steel, "Every chapter used to have several plot points, but now there is no plot point in the entire chapter, and the number of words is too obvious. gone."

Yan Xiao: "..."

"He's not thinking about writing at all!" Zhao Fan slapped the table and stood up.

Yan Xiao turned his face away, thinking that my thoughts are on you.

Zhaofan walked to the window, opened the window and looked outside, "It's raining so hard, I can't go out for now."

Yan Xiao repeated the conversation just now—mainly Zhaofan's bullshit—and suddenly felt his throat was a little dry.

I'm not a little fat man, he thought, I'm taller than you, and I'm in the same shape as you.

Zhaofan went back to the computer, read the latest chapter again, shook his legs and said, "I want to scold him."

Yan Xiao's body shook.

In the past few days, "Peach Horror" has been artificially pushed to the top by irritable readers, and the comments are full of curses.He didn't bother to look at it, but occasionally glanced at it when it was updated.Those idiot men scolded and scolded all those words, and they knew the theme without reading it—the number of words was few, but the number of words was watery.He also wants to write more, and also wants to add more plots in one chapter, but when facing the computer, there are a hundred Zhaofan laughing and joking in his mind, which makes him unable to calm down at all.

Zhaofan is a disaster.

Zhaofan seduced me.

This scourge is still scolding me.

"But last time I scolded... No, last time I expressed my opinion rationally and objectively." Zhao Fan was very distressed, "This little fat man was injured, and he hasn't appeared for a long time, let alone the serialized novels at that time. gone."

Yan Xiao propped up half of his face, silently staring at the back of Zhaofan's head.

This person, with a beautiful face, even the back of his head is smeared, he is also good-looking and beautiful.

Realizing that his thoughts were wandering again, Yan Xiao immediately shook his head.

"If I scold him again this time, what if he disappears again?" Zhaofan sighed, "After all, elementary school students are fragile, and fat people are even more fragile."

Yan Xiao asked: "Why is the little fat guy more vulnerable?"

"Inferiority." Zhao Fan turned around, put his hands between his legs, "I understand 'Kang Yi Xiao', this child has a very strong self-esteem, which is actually a manifestation of low self-esteem."

Yan Xiao: "Hey..."

You still know me?

Why are you so shameless?

"But I still want to scold him." Zhao Fan said again.

"Then scold." Yan Xiao said, "How do you want to scold?"

Zhaofan blinked his eyes twice, "I still don't scold, I can't do it by insulting elementary school students."

Yan Xiao smiled.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhao Fan asked.

"Nothing." Laughing, you don't know how to scold people at all.

The rain was still falling, Zhao Fan was bored, walked around the computer table twice, and suddenly said, "Brother Xiao."

"Ok?"

"Do you want to read the novels of the little fat man?"

Yan Xiao's wrist twitched, "Huh?"

"Look, the rain hasn't stopped anyway." Zhao Fan leaned against the edge of the table with an expression of "here we come".

Yan Xiao said "the kindness is hard to turn down", and half pushed and half sat on the swivel chair.

Zhaofan leaned on the back of the chair with one hand, held the mouse in the other, and with his body half bowed, he pulled the post to the top, "Actually, this novel is pretty good. Although it can't be regarded as a formal literary work, it's refreshing." good."

Can you stop boasting and losing at the same time?Yan Xiao sighed secretly, sat upright and said, "Okay, let me take a look."

When reading a novel normally, even if it is a stallion novel, there should be a quiet environment.

But Yan Xiao couldn't have such an environment.

Because Zhaofan was shifting from his left to his right, and then from his right to his left, as if he had ADHD, and he never stopped talking. Whenever he saw a chapter, Zhaofan would be eloquent and expressive. Describe the content of that chapter again.

Yan Xiao let out a sigh of relief, both funny and helpless.

Zhaofan is a typical "Huabaozi", or a spoiler type "Huabaozi".Usually, "huabaozi" is annoying.But Zhaofan was an exception.

Because Zhaofan is pretty.

"This chapter is really cool!" Zhao Fan patted the back of the chair, "Zhan Feihua was hanging out all the time, one person in seconds!"

"Uh..." Yan Xiao rubbed the bridge of his nose embarrassingly.

Although he came up with this horrible plot by himself, it is one thing to write it, but another thing to hear it recounted.One person made a connection in seconds, and when the text had a voice, the more I heard it, the more embarrassing I became.

But Zhaofan remembered each chapter so clearly, he couldn't help being secretly happy.

In this way, one person pretended to watch while the other spoke passionately. When the heavy rain finally stopped, Yan Xiao had already caught up with the progress.

"Tell me, is the little fat man getting less serious as he writes?" Zhao Fan asked.

"It's a little bit." Yan Xiao had to say: "The next few chapters are full of watery plots, and I feel that they are not as exciting as the previous chapters."

"I don't know why he went there." Zhao Fan said as he walked downstairs, "Hurry up with homework, it's not like, it's still a while before I leave school. Could it be..."

"What is it?" Yan Xiao followed behind, unscrewed the Coke and took a sip.

Zhao Fan turned around, "The little fat man is not interested in a girl, he is busy chasing his girlfriend, it's fucking early..."

"Pfft——" Yan Xiao was choked hard, and all the Coke that hadn't been swallowed was sprayed out.

"Let's fall in love." Zhao Fan widened his eyes, wiped his wet face, and finished the rest of the sentence.

"Sorry!" Yan Xiao didn't expect that he would make such a low-level mistake. He sprayed Coke on Zhao Fan's face, and he didn't expect Zhao Fan to say which girl "Kang Yi Xiao" fell in love with. A paper towel was used to wipe Zhaofan's face, but only his mobile phone and money were in his pocket.

"I'm going to wash my face." After Zhao Fan finished speaking, he ran downstairs to the bathroom.

Yan Xiao stood on the stairs, and it took him a long time to raise his hand to press his thumping temple.

I'm not looking for any girl, he thought, I'm looking for you.

After a while, Zhaofan came out of the bathroom, his face and hair were dripping with water, and the chest of his T-shirt was also wet.

Yan Xiao didn't know if he was angry, and wanted to apologize again, but saw that he shook the water off his head, his eyes were bright and he was refreshed.

"Let's go." Zhao Fan beckoned, as if what happened just now had never happened, "Hurry up, my stomach is so hungry."

From then on, Yan Xiao had to be his own reader, racking his brains to code words every morning, washing the dog with Zhaofan in the afternoon, and reading the latest chapter with Zhaofan in the evening.

When eating and exercising, I have to discuss with Zhaofan.

"Little Fatty only updates [-] words a day recently." Zhao Fan was dissatisfied, "Fortunately, there is no water word count."

"Well, it's not easy for the little fat guy." Yan Xiao lay down and lifted the dumbbell, almost missing it.

"Did you notice that the little fat man has written about wolves in the last few updates." Zhao Fan said again: "I can see it. He wants Zhan Feihua to domesticate wolves into dogs."

Yan Xiao: "Well, I can see it too."

"But every time I see the pack of wolves, I think of the huskies who often come to our store to take a bath." Zhaofan said.

Yan Xiao fell off the horizontal bar.

Zhao Fan turned around: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Yan Xiao hung up again, thinking: We really have a tacit understanding. When I wrote, I also thought of the husky who often came to take a bath.

"Zhan Feihua's partner is quite handsome." Zhao Fan said: "Zhan Feihua is good everywhere, but sometimes he talks too much. His partner is different. He is strong and silent, which makes up for his shortcomings."

"I think so too." Yan Xiao raised his lips proudly.

Isn't that partner handsome?The prototype of the partner is the author himself.

"But the little fat guy still has to keep working hard." Zhao Fan raised his voice first and then lowered it. "Although the plot is cool, the writing is still a bit poor."

"...Well, it's a bit bad." Yan Xiao accepted the opinion humbly.

"And Zhan Feihua doesn't have a girlfriend yet." Zhao Fan said, "In Little Fatty's previous novels, the main character had more than a dozen girlfriends with the same number of words."

Yan Xiao was quite calm, "The characters are different."

Zhao Fan thought for a while, "That's right, the previous characters were all domineering presidents."

Yan Ce sat in front of the computer in the study and sneezed.

He had some things to deal with on the computer, and he had already finished it at this time, and was about to turn off the computer, when he saw Qi Nanxu happily running in with chopped fruits.

"Brother!" Qi Nanxu usually doesn't do shit, but these days he is extremely hardworking, boiling water to make tea, standing on a stool insisting on shoulder pinching, and clumsily peeling fruits.

On the plate were watermelons, cantaloupe, peaches, grapes, pineapples, and apples, all of which were pitted and poorly cut.

Yan Ce took it and said, "Don't do it next time."

"I want it!" Qi Nanxu pouted, playing tricks obediently, "Brother, try it. I'll squeeze your shoulders."

"No need..." Before Yan Ce finished speaking, Qi Nanxu had already brought a bench and stood behind him with a "whoosh".

I can't get rid of it.Yan Ce thought.

Qi Nanxu worked so hard every time he squeezed his shoulders that he could only hold on for 5 minutes, and he would automatically retreat once the 5 minutes were up.

Yan Ce knew, so let him pinch.

Sure enough, 5 minutes later, Qi Nanxu clutched his hands and jumped off the bench, "Brother, I'll take a break."

"Well, take it and eat it." Yan Ce stuffed him with the almost untouched fruit plate, and asked him to eat it on the sofa beside him.He was tired of pinching, and forgot that the fruit was peeled by Yan Ce. He swayed his legs happily while eating, "Brother, are you writing novels too?"

Yan Ce paused with his fingers, "A novel?"

"Every time Yan Xiao sits there, he is writing novels." Qi Nanxu ate peaches, "Sit for hours and don't let me use the computer."

"What novel?" Yan Ce asked.

"Hmm..." Qi Nanxu thought for a while, "The domineering president."

Yan Ce: "..."

Qi Nanxu said again: "I remembered, he said at the time that the prototype of the domineering president was you, and I was still arguing with him."