Actually, Zhao Youyue was not hurt. After all, she was not Xu Jing. She just possessed Xu Jing's body. It was not difficult for her to strip away her senses under special circumstances. After all, she was a "superior person" in the same world as the creator. How could the inexplicable big stick from the 2D world hurt her? But it could break Xu Jing's clothes
However, she was quite upset. She did not know how her character, Xu Jing, had offended the creator of this work. She just wanted to use Xu Jing's motivated and persevering body to study quietly. Why was it so difficult?
Zhao Youyue gradually calmed down. On second thought, she could not help but admire the author whom she had never met before. The author had made Xu Jing so miserable that even Zhao Youyue herself had a deep impression of Xu Jing, not to mention the ordinary readers.
Speaking of which, the new issue of "Wind Manga" would be released this weekend. Presumably, her encounter in the Dimensional World would appear in the magazine. She decided to buy a copy of the magazine and read it. At the same time, she decided to contact this mangaka named "Su Li" on the internet. It would be great if she could get the information of this mangaka in real life.
Did she really think that she would not suffer retribution for torturing the characters in the manga?
She would find her way through the internet to take revenge!
In Zhao Youyue's opinion, the creator of this school harem manga must be a disgusting wretched man, the kind that could never find a woman in his life. That's right, this was her blatant prejudice. She really did not like this kind of harem manga with a male partner and a female partner. This mangaka would do anything in order to give the readers some benefits. Previously, she managed to escape from the "divine wrestling technique" and wore safety pants, but in the end, she still could not escape from the city management's big stick that broke her clothes
If a wretched mangaka like this was lucky enough to be asked out by a beautiful female reader like her, would he reject her? When the time comes, she would spend money to find a professional to attend the appointment.
You want to mess with me in the manga? Then don't blame me for messing with you in real life!
A certain harem mangaka was detained for having sex with a female high school student, and his publication was suspended for two weeks
Come on, let's hurt each other!
To be honest, Zhao Youyue was in an invincible position. In a sense, she was invincible in the literary world. No one could hurt her. However, sometimes, she would be hindered by the creator, who would hinder her from doing what she wanted to do. For example, studying. This was very annoying.
At that moment, Zhao Youyue, who was not sleepy at all, subconsciously picked up her phone that was charging on the bedside table. As a phone addict, she felt like she had lost an important part of her body without her phone. Whenever she had free time, she would play with her phone.
She saw that there were a few new WeChat messages on her phone. When she opened them, she saw that they were all from Han Leng. At twelve o 'clock, Han Leng had sent her a message of a thousand words. Of course, it was not a sweet talk, but a self-reflection letter. At one-thirty, he had sent another message of about a thousand words. The third message was sent at two-thirty, and it was the last one thousand words.
Zhao Youyue had never expected that Han Leng would actually stay up all night to finish the 3,000 words remorse letter. How badly did he want the extra 200 RMB?
After sending the self-reflection letter, Han Leng also sent a few more messages —
"Tycoon, fortunately, I did not disappoint you."
"I took a look at your WeChat Moments. Tsk tsk, you're really the Lady Zhao. You travel abroad whenever you want, and you use all kinds of luxury brand bags. Whenever you have a disagreement, you would show off high-end food. My stomach is growling from looking at you in the middle of the night.
"Lady Zhao, you should be asleep now. Goodnight."
After reading Han Leng's messages, Zhao Youyue smiled. Her mood that was ruined by the creator just now had recovered a little. She did not say much and happily sent Han Leng another 200 RMB red packet on WeChat. Then, she decided to get up and copy the self-reflection letter. Then, she would not have to worry about her homeroom teacher, Mr. Qiu.
However, as soon as she sent the red packet, Han Leng received it and sent her a message, "Wow, Lady Zhao, aren't you going to sleep now? After all, we're the same kind! "
After writing the self-reflection letter, Han Leng did not feel sleepy at all. He found a web novel and started to "cultivate to become an immortal."
Then, he sent an emoji to Zhao Youyue. It was an emoji with dark circles and panda ears. The words "Long live immortal cultivation!" were written on it. Han Leng judged others by himself, thinking that Zhao Youyue was also a member of the immortal cultivation party.
In fact, this was impossible. Zhao Youyue had a very regular lifestyle. She also paid attention to exercise and maintenance of her skin. She never used cosmetics that were harmful to her skin. Instead, she used the most high-end skincare products. If not, how could her skin be so good?
Beauty was indeed born, but to maintain one's beauty, one would need to rely on hard work. In this aspect, Zhao Youyue, who was born into a wealthy family, had a huge advantage.
Although Zhao Youyue seemed to be inconspicuous in high school, when she enters university, she would grow her hair long, change her old-fashioned sports uniform into fashionable and expensive clothes, and carry a bag that ordinary people would not even dare to dream of in their lifetime. She would instantly become a goddess that most men would look up to.
Zhao Youyue replied, "Nope, I just had a nightmare o (⊙ _ ⊙) o"
Then, wearing luxurious silk pajamas, she turned on the lights in the room and walked to her desk. She switched on the table lamp, took out a piece of paper and started to copy the self-reflection letter sent by Han Leng on WeChat.
She did not practice calligraphy systematically, but her handwriting was graceful and beautiful. She could always keep her paper clean and neat during exams. She only knew how to write a general argument and three sub-arguments. The examples she used were all common celebrities such as Sun Bin, Sima Qian, Han Xin, Newton, Edison, Zhang Haidi, Shi Tiesheng, and so on. Although she was not as good as a genius like Han Leng, she could still get high marks sometimes. She relied on her clean and neat paper to give a good first impression to the marking teacher.
During the process of copying the self-reflection letter, Zhao Youyue felt as if she was possessed by Xu Jing. She was so patient and focused.
When Han Leng heard that Zhao Youyue said that she was woken up by a nightmare, he wanted to reply with some caring words, but he could not bring himself to do so. It was very embarrassing. Moreover, he was not familiar with Zhao Youyue. It was purely a business relationship. But if he did not say anything, he would feel too cold. No, he was originally a cold man!
Han Leng pondered for more than ten minutes and typed a lot of content. However, he could not press the "Send" button, so he could only delete it. He kept typing and deleting … He did not know that Zhao Youyue was already copying the self-reflection letter. In the end, he could only force out these few words — — "Are you okay?"
Zhao Youyue took a look at the message. Of course, she did not know how long Han Leng took to send out these few words. She replied normally, "It's okay. You should sleep early. I'm going to copy the self-reflection letter. Thank you so much this time (^ ω ^) "
When Han Leng saw this message, he did not reply anymore to disturb Zhao Youyue. Instead, he turned over and got up. He went to the bathroom and washed his face. He looked at the reflection in the mirror. His cheeks were filled with "Immortal Qi". He grinned. Then, he opened the balcony door like a lunatic and walked out. He stood on the balcony and overlooked the entire campus.
The school buildings stood in the dark. The streetlights in the campus were still lit up with a dim yellow light. The fog was dense. The basketball court that was close to the dormitory building was empty. The sports field that was further away was even more desolate. In the entire world, he was the only one, alone.
He did not know why he suddenly wanted to write something. He wanted to write it by hand. He wanted to record it in his private notebook that carried his dream of being a poet and an essayist.
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