Lu Weifu upstairs

A new week begins, and the second live broadcast of the game will be at [-]pm.

Obviously, this will be an extremely embarrassing live broadcast: Shidu Qianqian's fans slandered the canned hairtail for plagiarism, and was severely slapped in the face by Donaldson's color palette, but Shidu Qianqian did not solemnly apologize to the canned hairtail.On the other hand, last week, the canned hairtail was updated after Shidu Qianqian, and her fans ridiculed her plot writing skills enough. Neither Shidu Qianqian nor the canned hairtail made any response to this.

Therefore, the second live broadcast of this competition not only attracted fans of Shidu Qianqian and canned octopus, but also attracted many enthusiastic eaters-"What kind of execution scene is this! Friends at eight o'clock tonight See you soon!!!”

Liu Yusheng's fans were furiously preparing for the evening's live broadcast in the support group, and they were all filled with righteous indignation: This time we can't let hairtail be wronged again!Fish fans who have the conditions put the prefix "Fish Lover" on their IDs and tip them in the live broadcast room. Other fish fans also try their best to speak in the live broadcast room. Be careful, don't be rude, don't force Amway, speak rationally!

However, what they didn't expect was that at 07:30 in the evening, when everything was ready and waiting for the live broadcast to start, canned hairtail suddenly said in the group: "Thank you everyone, I know you are kind, but about me and Shidu Qianqian , Donaldson, please stop mentioning it."

fan:? ? ?

Liu Yusheng bit the bullet and explained: "I don't want these things to affect other authors. After all, the live broadcast is jointly participated by the six authors. If everyone's attention is focused on me and Shidu Qianqian, I don't think it's good."

After he said this, the fans had no choice but to comfort him repeatedly and obediently said that they would not talk in the live broadcast room.

"Okay, thank you all for your support."

After typing this line, Liu Yusheng quickly closed the dialog box as if to avoid it.

Not wanting to influence other authors was indeed one of the reasons, but he knew in his heart that the more direct reason was that he didn't want to have anything to do with Donaldson. ’ and ‘Donaldson,’ would feel a searing embarrassment.Although those dark memories have become the past, they have never, never been far away from him.

How contradictory people are.The reason why he wrote "President, I'm Really Wrong" is because he was not reconciled. He knew that there was a certain voice in his heart that was always clamoring. He put in all his hard work, but he also paid a cruel price beyond imagination, but why?Why did he, Donaldson, say "you wrote this story so badly"—why did the text he typed with his painstaking efforts only deserve Donaldson's indifferent word "rotten".

Just like being angry, when he started writing romance novels in Weilan, he wrote a style completely different from Donaldson's. No, this is not a question of style, but a question of attitude.Aren't Donaldson's novels serious?Then let him be frivolous, since he is only worthy of being "rotten", then he should just be "rotten" to the end, he caters, he pleases, he laughs and laughs - the surprise is that so many people like it, he really didn't expect it.

He had to admit that at the moment he decided to write "President, I Was Really Wrong", he was even proud: Donaldson, can you see it?The words you despise so much can still become popular. Even if I am a clown in your eyes, there are still people who like and chase after you. Can you see that?Did you see that?

Donaldson saw it.

But he deflated suddenly like a balloon that had been punctured by a needle.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the live broadcast started on time.

This time the hosts were no longer the man and the woman, but two editors, Haosheng sent a female editor surnamed Xie, and Weilan sent Fang Wen.

"Hello, everyone! Welcome to our live broadcast room on time at [-] o'clock in the evening..." The female editor said lively, "Have you all watched the update last week? Haha, I've been following it anyway. Oh, Fang Fang, have you read it?"

Suddenly being called "Fang Fang", Fang Wen was taken aback for a moment, and then said, "Well, I was also following along."

"It's so wonderful, I feel that [-] words a day is not enough!" The female editor laughed.

"Yes, the authors are also working very hard..." Fang Wen glanced at the interactive area, and sure enough, he saw a lot of thousands of fans talking: "The sound of rain plagiarized Bingwang, won't the official give an explanation?"Is the official blind? ...

"Yes, the task of [-] words a day is still difficult...OKOK, you guys will see your confession! Then let's quickly hug the six of you to the mic!"

The six authors went to the microphone, and at the same time, there was another storm in the interactive area.

Fans of ten degrees and thousands should have discussed it in advance, and neatly brushed up "Let's learn about the plagiarism of the sound of rain" and "Let's find out about the plagiarism of canned hairtail". content of the speech.Occasionally, there is a speech in support of canned hairtail, but it just passes by in a flash.

For a moment, the host and the authors were silent.

After several seconds, the female editor smiled bluntly: "Good evening everyone, you have worked hard last week!"

Pink Meow quickly responded: "Good evening, Xie Zai and Fang Fang! Haha, I'm really nervous when it's my turn to update, I'm afraid I won't be able to finish it before the deadline!"

Female editor: "Fortunately, everyone finished writing on time! The quality of the updates is also very high!"

In the second year, Yun said with a smile: "Thank you." It was a very gentle male voice.

Fang Wen: "Well, then we will step into the—"

"Comment section," a cold female voice suddenly interrupted Fang Wen, "Stop scrolling."

It's sickness.

In the quiet live broadcast room, Fang Wen and the female editor looked at each other in surprise.

"I would like to apologize to everyone, because my incident affected the order of the live broadcast room," Bing Wang continued, "I didn't expect this to happen... On behalf of the fans, I apologize to other readers for affecting your experience of watching the live broadcast. Feel sorry."

Her voice was cold and serious, and she sounded very unhappy.

The female editor said embarrassingly: "Uh, everyone, please respect each other...Don't be angry if you forget your illness...Okay, then let's start the second outline discussion?"

Unexpectedly, a soft loli voice with a chilling tone asked, "Aren't you going to apologize to the sound of the rain?"

Female editor: "..."

Fang Wen: "..."

Zhao Xin covered the microphone and cursed in a low voice "".

It took a full ten seconds before Bing Wang said: "I have already apologized on Weibo about the matter with Yusheng, I—"

"Have you apologized? Do you need me to read your Weibo again?" Zhao Xin clenched his fists and asked uncontrollably, "Which line in your Weibo is an apology to the sound of the rain? Did you mention his name?"

"This is about me and the sound of the rain, we—"

"You've been avoiding the important things," Zhao Xin interrupted her. "The sound of the rain didn't copy you, and everyone has seen that color palette. It's purely a slander to the sound of the rain. If you really want to apologize, you should have restrained you a long time ago." fans, now there are 20 viewers in this live broadcast room, you let your fans slander the sound of rain in front of 20 viewers."

"It's the same on Weibo. Although the anti-marketing is convincing enough, your fans are still going around slandering Yusheng for plagiarism. Search for the keyword 'canned hairtail' on Weibo, and there are your fans under every Weibo. Saying he plagiarized."

The female editor mouthed Fang Wen in a broken voice: What!what!manage!

Fang Wen shook his head.

He didn't know what to do either.

"I have tried my best to restrain my fans, and I have a clear conscience," Bing Wangping calmly said, "It is impossible for me to control other people's thoughts and actions, and I don't want to prohibit others from saying anything—there are many unspoken rules in the literary circle, I know , but I want my fans to be free. Just like you can disbelieve me, or disagree with me."

The door of the live broadcast room was opened. In order to avoid the sound of footsteps, Zhang Li walked in wearing socks.She raised the phone screen to Fang Wen, and pointed at Fang Wen anxiously.

There is a memo on the screen: "We are already dealing with your disputes, and we will definitely give you a fair result. Please rest assured. Don't be impatient, everyone. Let's continue to discuss the outline now, shall we?"

Fang Wen read it according to this passage, and neither Lu Weifu nor Bing Wang spoke.

Zhang Li hastily typed in four words for Fang Wen to read: Review the plot

Fang Wen nodded and took out the prepared materials: "Okay, now let's sort out the development of the plot..."

After more than 40 minutes, the live broadcast ended.

The time for discussing the plot this time was much shorter than last time, because there were three fewer authors participating in the discussion: Lu Weifu, Yu Sheng, and Bing Wang did not say a word.Among the remaining three authors, fire is the one who rarely talks. After the whole discussion, only Pink Miaomiao and the second year's Yun are conceiving the plot, while fire just said a few words "yes" and "okay". ".

Fang Wen walked out of the studio, tugged at the collar of his sweater, and was sweating, but it wasn't because of the heat.He has never been good at dealing with interpersonal communication. He did not expect to encounter such a tense situation when he was the host of a live broadcast for the first time.

Zhang Li waited at the door and handed Fang Wen a bottle of Coke: "Are you all right?"

Fang Wen shook his head: "Fortunately, you came today, thank you very much, I... I am not suitable for this kind of thing, I'd better talk to Mr. Xu, let someone else host it."

"You've done a good job of hosting. In such a situation, it would be embarrassing for anyone to put it on. You react quickly enough." Zhang Li patted Fang Wen's shoulder familiarly, "Come on, I bought you Oden, first Eat something and talk."

Fang Wen sighed lightly: "This competition..." Before he finished speaking, he followed Zhang Li to eat oden.

At the same time, Zhao Xin turned off the computer and sat motionless on the chair.He had already promised Liu Yusheng that he would not respond to these things, but he still couldn't hold back in the live broadcast room.plagiarism.He once allowed fans to hurt Liu Yusheng in the name of "anti-plagiarism", but now that someone is slandering Liu Yusheng with "plagiarism", how could he bear it?He knows what the Internet is like: Even if Liu Yusheng didn't plagiarize at all, even if they have made a convincing counter-offer, once the word "plagiarism" is connected with "canned hairtail", The dirty water of slander can no longer be washed away.Not everyone has the patience to watch the backlash, and not everyone cares about the reputation of an author. What is more common is that when the turmoil gradually calms down and people who don't know about it mention "canned octopus", some people will be mysterious Confidentially, he seems to have plagiarized... Follow up: Huh?Yeah?What exactly is going on?Is there a real hammer for plagiarism?The other party said innocently, I didn't say that he must have plagiarized, I just heard rumors about this before, there is no real hammer, I just heard ha heard!

There are always people who can tell what didn't happen as if it happened, and there are always people who believe it, so they label canned hairtail with a "black history of plagiarism".

After hesitating for a long time, Zhao Xin still dialed Liu Yusheng's number, and after a while, the call was connected.

Different from the stern questioning loli voice in the live broadcast room, Zhao Xin's voice was deep and cautious at the same time:

"Yusheng, I'm sorry," he said, "I couldn't hold back."

Liu Yusheng was silent.

Zhao Xin felt his heart beating fast, like a criminal waiting for trial.

"Thank you," Liu Yusheng said softly after a while, "Thank you for speaking those words for me."