Yu Jiaojiao said telepathically, "Shuhang, is this author someone you know?"
Song Shuhang replied telepathically as well. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Gao Mou is my roommate and best friend."
Yu Jiaojiao was speechless.
What a coincidence! There were more than eight billion people in the world in year 019. Any author she randomly picked up was Song Shuhang's roommate and best friend. In that case, would the next mangaka that she wanted to catch be Song Shuhang's great aunt?
Song Shuhang braced himself and entered the small dark room. He pulled a chair and sat opposite Gao Mou. Then, he looked at the luxurious boss chair Gao Mou was sitting on. He seemed to be enjoying it.
Behind him, two young girls dressed as maids smiled and closed the door.
Gao Mou poured a drink and passed it to Song Shuhang. He asked, "Shuhang, you said on the phone that you had something to do. Has it been resolved?"
"I've found a way to resolve it. I'm waiting for it to be resolved. This can't be rushed." Song Shuhang answered with a smile. His gaze fell on Gao Mou and his computer.
He wanted to find a chance to explain this to Gao Mou. After all, he was his best friend. He would feel guilty if he lied to him. Especially when he was the one who caused him to be caught by Yu Jiaojiao and locked in the small dark room.
"You came so fast. Were you nearby just now?" Gao Mou asked again.
"You could say that." Song Shuhang smiled bitterly.
Gao Mou looked at Shuhang strangely. He felt that Shuhang was not himself today. Also … it had been half a month. Shuhang seemed to have grown taller? And a little stronger?
Gao Moumou continued, "I also called Tubo and Yangde earlier. Tubo said that he was at his grandfather's house and would come over tomorrow afternoon. Yangde said that he had to finish a small program overnight and would come over tomorrow afternoon after he woke up. Tomorrow, the four of us can get together again and drink to our heart's content. "
"Okay." Song Shuhang nodded.
He held the drink with both hands and took a sip.
How should I explain it to Gao Mou?
If he was too direct, his friendship might end. However, if he tried to be tactful, it would be troublesome if he couldn't explain it clearly and caused a bigger misunderstanding.
Gao Mou sat back in his chair and gently pushed up his glasses.
Sure enough, there was something wrong with Shuhang's state. From the moment he entered the room and saw her, Shuhang had been in a daze. Moreover, wasn't he curious as to why he was in this villa?
Under normal circumstances, Shuhang should have given him a warm hug after entering and then immediately asked him why he chose to meet him in this villa, right?
Gao Mou crossed his hands and supported his chin. He stared at Song Shuhang through his glasses. Why did he feel that Song Shuhang already knew everything? Why did he know why he was in this villa?
Gao Mou thought for a moment and said, "Shuhang, I have a secret to tell you."
"What secret?" Song Shuhang raised his head and asked.
"Actually … I hid it from you on the chatting software last time. Actually, I am writing novels. Moreover, I have been writing novels for many years. "Gao Mou said.
When he invited Song Shuhang, Tubo, and Yangde over as guests, he had already realized that he couldn't keep this secret. His secret couldn't be kept. After all, he would have to write twenty to thirty thousand characters to Yu Jiaojiao every day. Therefore, it was better for him to bring it up directly.
"Yes." Song Shuhang nodded slightly. They had finally returned to this topic.
Gao Mou continued to cross his hands and support his chin. Shuhang wasn't surprised at all!
He continued, "Then … a few days ago on the chatting software, didn't I tell you that a beautiful female reader added me? Do you still remember that great beauty called Yu Jiaojiao? I even sent you guys a picture of her. I wanted to introduce her to you bachelors. "
"I remember." Song Shuhang nodded silently. She had left a deep impression on him.
Yu Jiaojiao, who was on his shoulder, covered her eyes with her little claws. The development of this matter was too strange. Especially when she listened to Gao Mou's story, she was so embarrassed that her cancer of embarrassment flared up.
Gao Mou said painfully, "Then, that reader called Yu Jiaojiao used some unknown method to convince my parents. Then, she dragged me here and locked me in a small black room. She made me write continuously every day. I had to write at least 20,000 to 30,000 words a day. If I couldn't write, I wouldn't have food to eat. "
Song Shuhang: "…"
His entire face was stiff. He didn't know what kind of expression to use to respond to Gao Mou.
"But then again, the food here is not bad. I can eat three big bowls of rice in one meal now. The rice is especially fragrant. Even without the accompanying dishes, I can eat two big bowls of rice alone. "Gao Mou continued.
Of course, because it was all 'spirit rice'.
Gao Moumou said mysteriously, "In addition, there are some special ingredients added to the dishes here. After eating for a few days, I feel full of vitality every day. Even some of the internal injuries on my body have disappeared. Moreover, it is said that these ingredients don't have any side effects. I'm planning to ask Yu Jiaojiao for some 'vitality liquid', 'body tempering liquid', and so on before leaving. I'll give them to my family members to try. "
Because of the 'charm' in Yu Jiaojiao's words, Gao Mou had unconsciously become convinced of the efficacy of the 'vitality liquid' and 'body tempering liquid'.
Gao Mou continued.
Song Shuhang nodded in agreement.
After Gao Mou finished, Song Shuhang sighed faintly and asked, "Old Gao, have you ever thought of … escaping from here?"
You were caught and brought here to write your story, okay!
You're still locked in a small black room, and you're not given food to eat if you don't finish writing.
Why do you look like you're enjoying it now? You can even eat three big bowls of each meal!
This is completely different from your usual rational self. In the past, Gao Mou was the most mature member in the dormitory, and he had always played the role of taking care of Song Shuhang and the other two.
"Escape?" Gao Mou, who had been supporting his chin with his hands crossed, suddenly froze. F * ck, that's right, why didn't I think of escaping?
It was strange. Since he was caught and locked in a small black room, he seemed to have accepted his fate and started writing desperately in exchange for food. Although Yu Jiaojiao had never starved him.
But why didn't he think of escaping from here?
Even when he got the 'address' from the maid, he never thought of 'escaping', nor did he secretly ask Song Shuhang and the others to use this' address' to save him.
Is it really because the food here is too delicious?
But I'm not a foodie.
Gao Mou was in a dilemma.
At this time, Yu Jiaojiao rolled her eyes and secretly transmitted her voice to Song Shuhang, [It's because of the psychological suggestion. ]
Since she had caught Gao Mou and locked him in a small black room to write a novel, of course, she had to prevent him from escaping.
However, if Gao Moumou were to really be locked up in an iron prison, it would make him feel depressed. Would he be able to write a happy novel under such circumstances? Maybe by then, Gao Mou would write a novel like 'Miserable Life in a Small Black Room'.
Therefore, Yu Jiaojiao used the means of psychological suggestion. She, who had half mermaid blood, was very good at this kind of means.
After a set of psychological suggestions, the idea of escaping never crossed Gao Mou's mind. Every day, he happily ate, wrote, slept, and handed in the manuscript.
Song Shuhang: "…"
Sure enough, for the author, the most terrible thing was that there were immortals, superhumans, aliens, and so on among the readers. Because it was impossible to use common sense to infer what these superhumans would do to urge the manuscript.
Fortunately, I'm not interested in writing novels. Song Shuhang thought to himself.
At this time, after struggling for a long time, Gao Mou gritted his teeth and said, "Shuhang, when Tubo and the others arrive tomorrow, let's discuss the 'escape plan'."
Song Shuhang: "…"
He glanced at Yu Jiaojiao on his shoulder. Would it be a little miserable to discuss how to escape from her hands?
"No, no, we can't escape right now. I want to let you all try the food here. It's really good. I've only been eating here for a few days, and my abs are about to show. It's my dream to have a good body without any exercise. "Gao Mou sighed.
Song Shuhang: "…"
Gao Moumou had written too much in the past few days, and it had already broken down.
"However, although the food here is good, I still have to escape. So, Shuhang, I'll have to trouble you to walk around the villa tomorrow and see if there's a better escape route. Miss Yu Jiaojiao definitely won't restrict your movements. You can make use of it. "
Song Shuhang sighed faintly.
He couldn't go on like this. If he continued to hide it, the misunderstanding would snowball. If he told the truth, their friendship would really be over.
Song Shuhang said, "Old Gao, I also have a secret to tell you."
"Say it." Gao Mou crossed his hands under his chin and chuckled. "From the moment you entered the door, you looked constipated. There must be something you want to tell me. I've been waiting for this for a long time. "
"Well, I'll tell you first. After I tell you my secret, don't get angry." Song Shuhang warned in advance.
Gao Mou smiled and then said in an exaggerated tone, "Shuhang, what kind of friendship do we have? Don't worry, our friendship can withstand any storm. "
"Well, I'll tell you then." Song Shuhang cleared his throat. "Where should I start? Let's start from the beginning of the summer vacation. That day, I suddenly wanted to make a movie. "
Although he had to confess that it was because of him that Yu Jiaojiao had caught Gao Mou and locked him up in the little dark room. But there were tricks to confess.
If he went straight to the point, it would give people too much pressure. Therefore, he had to slowly analyze the cause and process of the matter.
"Make a movie?" The corner of Gao Mou's mouth twitched.
"Well, of course it's not the kind of movie you're thinking of. I just want to make a movie that we can entertain ourselves and then release it during the New Year. " Song Shuhang continued, "Then, a good friend of mine suggested that since we want to make a movie, we need to have a script. At the very least, there needs to be a story. "
*****
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