【Number One Sharpshooter: Su Xiaoxin!!! Pull yourself together, I'm back now, aren't I? Which little wench bullied you, I'll destroy her!!】
【Su Xin: I'm pulling myself together.】
[Number One Godly Archer: Bullsh * t. You've never spoken to me like that. Are you crazy???]
Shi Sheng was silent, how did the original owner talk to Hao Baobao?
Shi Sheng scrolled up the chat history, the original owner was simply a roasting expert in front of Hao Baobao, all kinds of things that she couldn't say to others, she could say to Hao Baobao.
【Su Xin: I think I'm possessed, are you scared?】
【Number One Sharpshooter: Su Xiaoxin, wake up I, don't talk nonsense, I'm a little scared.】
【Number One Sharpshooter: Su Xiaoxin, you're the best.】
Shi Sheng chuckled, this little sweetheart didn't have any romantic feelings for the original owner, but he was definitely a good brother.
【Number One Sharpshooter: I'm on the plane, I have to transfer later, remember to pick me up at the airport, Su Xiaoxin, I want to see you alive, alive!! I refuse to accept!】
【Su Xin: Poor.】
【Number One Sharpshooter:?? Your savings are already seven figures, what are you poor for?】
【Su Xin: I paid the penalty.】
【Number One Sharpshooter: Are you stupid?!】
Hao Baobao didn't say anything else after yelling this sentence. A few minutes later, Shi Sheng heard the sound of a text message, she searched the living room for a long time before she found her phone in the pile of books that she had hung herself with.
There were many messages that the original owner hadn't seen, the latest one was a transfer message.
Hao Baobao sent her ten thousand yuan.
【Number One Sharpshooter: Spend it first, wait for me to come back.】
Shi Sheng saw that it was still early, so she clicked on the artist that made the original owner like this.
The artist's pen name was Black Cloud, the number of fans behind the author's name was already very impressive.
The serialized 《Demon General》 had already been updated to fifty chapters in a short time, maintaining the rhythm of one chapter a day, it was very believable that he had already finished the work.
According to the script, if Dark Cloud was the main character, then this Demon General would definitely become popular, and very popular.
Shi Sheng flipped through the script of the original owner, the Devil General. The plot was excellent. The main plot and side plot were designed to be intertwined. Coupled with the most popular elements of romance nowadays, it was a surefire way to attract fans.
The crux of the matter was that although the Infernal General had the title of MMA, from the beginning to the end, the top and bottom were always in that kind of hazy love. He had not broken through that layer of window paper. Even if he changed anime or television series in the future, he could definitely use it directly.
Dark Cloud had a Weibo account, but it was not bound to any account. It was like a zombie account. Shi Sheng skillfully checked the IP address and found that it was just an internet cafe. The time when he logged in was the time when he posted his last Weibo post. What was even more depressing was that there were no surveillance cameras in the internet café. He couldn't even see who it was.
The only good news was that this internet cafe was in the same city as her, and Dark Cloud was also from the same city.
As for the account that was used to update Ku Man, they found that it belonged to Ku Man company. It was posted on behalf of the editor …
Shi Sheng continued to hack into the editor's computer and finally found traces of Dark Cloud.
Shi Sheng confirmed the location and waited for her to find an opportunity to find out who this Dark Cloud was.
As for the novel that ignited the fire, it had already started serialization. It just so happened that there was a new chapter.
Ever since it was confirmed that Dark Cloud was the main author, the senior author did not speak to the original owner again. He was probably shocked in his heart and believed that the original owner had plagiarized.
Dark Cloud …
She was afraid that in the future, there would really be dark clouds. There would be no sunny days!
"Tsk!" The game started.
[…] What kind of game is this?
Shi Sheng closed the webpage and took out a piece of white paper from the original owner's desk. He held a pen and prepared to use the original owner's memory to see if he could create a big character.
The pencil drew across the white paper, and one line after another appeared.
When the entire character appeared on the paper, Shi Sheng sighed.
The character had a form, but there was no spiritual energy at all. It was like a rigid dead object. This was done only by relying on the muscle memory of the original owner. If this kind of work was taken out, it would be beaten to death.
Shi Sheng drew a formation on the side. Compared to the rigid character, the formation was a completely different style.
Hua Zasheng did not want to talk.
She threw the pen away, got up, and walked to the window. The orange light enveloped her.
It was almost dusk. There were people walking dogs in the neighborhood. The dogs were playing with the children, and the adults were watching with smiles. It was a very happy and warm scene.
Shi Sheng stood for a while, then turned to change his clothes and prepare to go out to look for food.
After dinner, she walked around the streets and took a taxi to the airport. The timing was just right.
She had just walked into the airport when a call from Hao Baobao came in.
There were some loud voices on the other side of the phone, and the background music was noisy. "Where are you?"
"The exit."
"Why don't I see you? Are you invisible? "
"The main exit."
"…" Hao Baobao cursed. "Is this how you pick someone up at the airport?"
Hao Baobao hung up the phone. Shi Sheng stood at the exit for a while. Soon, he saw a man in colorful clothes and sunglasses dragging a suitcase. He was sprinting from the crowd at a speed of 100 meters.
The crowd looked at this weirdo as if he was in a hurry to be reincarnated.
When Hao Baobao came in front of Shi Sheng, a gust of wind with the scent of someone's perfume hit him in the face.
Hao Baobao was 1.8 meters tall, handsome, and fit the image of a next-door brother.
Hao Baobao stopped in front of Shi Sheng. Shi Sheng was already prepared to reject the hug, but Hao Baobao didn't rush up to her. Instead, she sized her up a few times, as if to make sure she was still alive.
"Su Xiaoxin, your face is enough to compete for the worst face in history." Hao Baobao looked at her and said.
"I'm so poor that I can only eat instant noodles." Shi Sheng spread his hands helplessly.
Hao Baobao's mouth twitched. He took off his sunglasses and hung them in front of his chest. "Let's go, I'll treat you to a big meal."
"I just ate."
"I haven't eaten yet!" Hao Baobao glared. "I came all the way here to treat you to a meal and you're still not willing. Su Xiaoxin, are you itching for a beating?"
Shi Sheng: "… …" I think you're the one who's itching for a beating!
In the end, Hao Baobao only ate a bowl of noodles. It was late at night, and all the restaurants in the city were 24-hour fast food restaurants. Hao Baobao had to move the feast to tomorrow.
Shi Sheng sent Hao Baobao to the hotel, and Hao Baobao's mouth never stopped.
"Where did the little bitch who said you plagiarized come from?" Hao Baobao probably noticed that Shi Sheng's expression was not as bad as he thought, so he cut to the chase.
"He didn't say I plagiarized, he just posted it before me."
Shi Sheng briefly explained the matter to Hao Baobao, and remained calm from beginning to end. Hao Baobao's attention was half on Shi Sheng's expression, and half on the matter.
When Shi Sheng finished, his first sentence was, "Su Xiaoxin, are you okay?"
Shi Sheng: "… …" You're the one who's wrong!
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