Chapter 357
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After writing for so long, Huang Liang had always believed that all he had to do was quietly write. There was no need to think about anything else. In the end, he had thought too simply of the circle of authors …
After a busy day, he crawled back and took a simple nap. Then, he got up and prepared to write. When he turned on his computer, he realized that his screen had been flooded with messages.
A large group of alternate accounts appeared. They were all ordinary users with trainee qualifications. They were all shouting in unison, "Author, you stole my account and clicked on it."
"What do you mean by sending my clicks to this book?"
"Why did my clicks go to this book?"
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And so on. Although Huang Liang wasn't an especially old person, he wasn't a particularly new person either. He just wanted to ask, did I f * cking go through the trouble of stealing your master's account just to steal your clicks? Did you leave your brain behind, or did you land in a dung beetle's nest and get eaten, turning into sh * t for the second time? What's even funnier is, how am I supposed to vote? Who can teach me?
As an author, couldn't he just write quietly and peacefully? You can look down on me, or you can feel that I'm blocking your path. Can't you just use your strength to speak? Is there any point in doing all these tricks?
Of course, these idiots' actions will definitely affect me. My favorites, recommendations, monthly votes, and subscriptions will definitely be affected. As for how long, Huang Liang wasn't sure.
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