Web novelist?
Bo Jiu's first reaction was that the thorn-head youngster had told her about the female sorcerer who was planning to buy trending searches to deal with a certain web novelist.
She moved her mouse.
There were more words.
"I don't know how to persuade her. She asked me a question that I didn't know how to answer. She asked Sister Turtle, why aren't they blaming a thief? Why are they blaming me instead? Is it wrong for me to focus on my writing? Is it wrong for me to protect my rights? I know it's not wrong but I can't explain those comments to her, those comments that she's creating hype. The perpetrator claimed to be a true fan and started writing a fanfic. Using that as a foundation, he stole the entire framework and published it. In the past, I even tried to persuade my friend to bear with it. This is how the industry is, people don't care about hurting the original author. I've always thought that a person's talent can't be stolen. But today, I realized that I was wrong. I didn't protect her well. I know how much she loves this industry. But because she loves it so much, she doesn't understand. Why is that? She isn't afraid of being copied or how shameless the perpetrator is. She is afraid that one day, the industry will support copyright infringement. What about the people who want to write well? What should they do? They deserve to be stolen. Why should they remain silent? When she asked this question, she lowered her head and muttered to herself, "No one cares."
"Yes, no one cares …"
Bo Jiu arched a brow at the last sentence. Her fingers moved slightly.
The last time she saw these words, it was at the Fifth Avenue.
The person who liked to lie on top of her had left her a letter with bloodstains.
"Jiu, do you know that no one cares about the victims? They would say, look, she's so well-developed, it's no wonder she's targeted. Perhaps, there's something wrong with her. They wouldn't say that the bastard deserved it. Jiu, why is the world like this? I ask myself every day until midnight. I sit up and stare blankly outside. I'm afraid to make a sound because the moment I say it, the person who helped the bastard will appear. They will say that it's your problem. No one cares that you're already covered in blood when you make a sound. Yes, no one cares … "
Bo Jiu shut her eyes and opened them again.
It was as if he could still see the last sentence before his eyes.
"I'm so happy that there's still someone in this world who cares. Jiu, no, Z, you mustn't become completely black in the future."
Bo Jiu tightened her fingers. When she looked at the screen again, her gaze had changed.
Her typing speed was very fast, and a few words were typed out.
Unfortunately, the person on the other side of the computer wasn't there.
The sky outside the window had already begun to brighten.
Bo Jiu stood up. When she walked out of the basement, there was only a USB in her hand.
It seemed like he should make a trip to school.
He wanted to see what was going on with Li Xue.
As for the Almighty's gift, she would personally give it to him.
Bo Jiu lifted her lids and glanced at the clock hanging in the living room. Seeing that she wouldn't be able to sleep for another hour, she found a sofa to sleep.
When the sun truly rose.
When Chen Xiaodong came out of his room, he saw the young master in his school uniform sitting on the sofa yawning.
Chen Xiaodong was stunned. "Young Master, aren't you training today?"
"Training, go down." Bo Jiu stood up, casually taking a piece of bread and placing it in her mouth. Then she lifted her slanted school bag and swung it behind her, looking very handsome from head to toe.
When Chen Xiaodong saw his young master's attire, he couldn't even be bothered to eat breakfast. He hurriedly followed her out of the house.
Ever since the regional competition, Bo Jiu rarely appeared in school.
Hence, when everyone saw the tall, slender, and silver-haired youngster on the skateboard once again.
Almost all the students in No.1 Middle School were excited.
The only person who didn't welcome her was probably the security guard at the entrance.
The moment this youngster appeared, he had to look at the top of the wall.
He was alone, how could he see so many places?!
Besides, wasn't it a little too crowded today?!
The security guard tried his best to maintain his dignity, but waves and waves of people rushed over and attacked him three times.
Every girl who ran over with her hands covering her face said, "Did you know? His Highness Jiu came to school today! "
"Really? Where is he? Where is my Almighty?! "
"Please, that's my hubby."
"Stop arguing, isn't the National League finals about to begin? Why does His Highness Jiu have the time to come to school? "
"Who cares about him? Since His Highness Jiu is here, we should capture him alive and take photos!"
"Ah, His Highness Jiu, he's there!"
One of the girls suddenly reached out and pointed at the entrance of the fifth teaching block.
It was indeed Bo Jiu. That head of silver hair and sharp features made the people around the youngster a little dazed.
Bo Jiu held the black skateboard with one hand and strolled into the classroom.
"Ah, ah, ah!" Screams came one after another.
No one would have expected that the gay they looked down on would actually enter the National League finals and become an esports star with millions of fans.
In the past, there might have been people who objected to Bo Jiu being the school hunk. But now, almost everyone acknowledged the title.
Even when the other schools said that they only had nerds and they weren't as handsome as them, they simply took a screenshot.
Regardless of whether it was the youngster playing games or reading a book with a lollipop in his mouth, it was enough to destroy the school hunks.
"Is he from No.1 Middle School too? Nerd?"
No!
The girls from every school were saying, "Principal, you owe me a Spade Z. If Big Black is in our school, even if it's raining or thundering, I won't delay my classes and report every day!"
Being envious of No.1 Middle School for having such a school hunk had become a popular phrase among the students.
Hence, when Bo Jiu stepped into the school grounds, it was easy to imagine the scene.
"How boring." A girl in the crowd scoffed. She brushed past Bo Jiu and sneered, "He's just playing games and has a slightly better face. Do they have to chase after him so much? Have they forgotten what he was like in the past? He wasn't even presentable. "
Her friend paused for a moment. "Li Xue, that's not very nice."
"What's not nice about it?" Li Xue pouted. "He might even cheat during competitions. I played with him previously and his skills weren't that good. How could he be a professional player?"
"That's right." A few people who were close to Li Xue spoke up. "He doesn't qualify at all and has a fragile heart. I heard he can't stand his fans talking bad about him."
Li Xue chuckled. "Isn't that the same as a certain someone? Alright, let's continue playing in the group tonight. My dad has already prepared everything for me. In the future, I won't just publish my book, I'll publish everything you guys have written. As for that person, I'll piss her off, hahaha."
"Did the people in the group notice?"
"Notice what? They support me and after finding out about this, they feel that the author has a fragile heart. She's the only one who feels aggrieved. I'm not in a good mood today. When we enter the group later, I'll get them to sing for me. These kids are easy to coax. "
"Li Xue, you're really something. But I heard that the author isn't willing to give in. Are we really fine? Infringement of rights has to go through legal procedures. "
"With my dad around, what's there to be afraid of? Once it's trending, I'll make sure she can't survive in this industry."
"Is that really fine? She has quite a lot of fans. "
"What's the use of fans? Aren't they all on my side? Don't worry, we'll do what we need to do. I've done my research. It's fine, the environment is like that. What can she do? "
"That's good."
All three of them had a smug look on their faces.
They were still thinking about how to piss the author off.
Anyway, someone was helping them.
Their current position was' True Fans Who Were Slandered by the Author '.
No one would think that they were in the same industry.
The author was a fool. She was the one who insisted on saying it.
Wouldn't she be going against them if she said it?
She was really asking for it.
But Li Xue lifted her thin lips. She was going to be an author in the future. Once her dad packaged her, she would become popular.
Who would know who that woman was in the future?
Oh right, if that woman still dared to cause trouble in the future.
She would just say that she wanted to borrow her popularity.
This was a trick that worked every single time.
When Li Xue said these words, she didn't know that everything she said had been recorded.
The person who recorded it wasn't anyone else but Bo Jiu.
It wasn't hard for Bo Jiu to figure out when the recording had been placed on Li Xue's uniform.
Brushing past her was enough to complete the task.
Bo Jiu listened to the sound coming from her phone. She sat in the classroom and glanced at the English teacher who had just walked in. She swiped her fingers and logged into her phone, intending to send the recording to Sister Turtle.
Unexpectedly, the other side sent a private message faster than her: "It's too late."
"What do you mean by it's too late?" Bo Jiu's fingers paused.
There wasn't any other message.
Until the end of the class.
It was a voice message in tears. "She couldn't take it anymore. She left."
Bo Jiu stood up abruptly. As she walked out, she typed, "Send me your phone number."
Very quickly, a string of numbers appeared on the screen.
Bo Jiu called her directly. "Where are you?"
"The police station." Sister Turtle's voice was heavy. "They said that she committed suicide and that she had something to do with the Maiden's Sacrifice."
Bo Jiu narrowed her eyes. "The Maiden's Sacrifice?"
"Yes." Sister Turtle's voice was hoarse. "I don't believe that she would commit suicide. She could even endure chemotherapy, how could she not be able to endure such things?"
Bo Jiu didn't reply. She didn't know what to say. Her gaze was empty.
Sister Turtle's sobs were getting softer.
There was nothing else.
It was just sobs.
There was another sentence. "I don't believe that she would choose such a method to end everything. Why?"
Why did this happen?
In the past, when Bo Jiu had hugged the corpse, she had asked herself the same question.
How terrible had it been?
Why had it ended in such a manner?
Wasn't this world worthy of her nostalgia?
Even if it was just a little?
After that, Bo Jiu had gone to see a psychologist.
The psychologist smoked a cigarette and said, "It's probably because she was too desperate."
Bo Jiu looked at her phone. Even at this moment.
Someone had left a comment under the author's post.
"Are you the only one who feels aggrieved? Is there nothing else to write?"
"Even if she really infringed on your copyright, you shouldn't have done this."
Bo Jiu shut her eyes. For a moment, she wondered why she was still so useless after so many years. Why had she allowed such a thing to happen in front of her?
She hadn't been able to stop it at all.
Why hadn't she become completely black?
She could have lived happily like those people.
That was Bo Jiu's truest thought.
Even if you were black.
I would rather you be alive.
But Bo Jiu knew that some people wouldn't. They couldn't find a way out. They would rather understand or carry on with their lives.
It wasn't a long journey from the school to the police station.
Bo Jiu saw Sister Turtle sitting on the chair, hugging her.
Her tears couldn't stop. She didn't cry, but she just couldn't stop them.
Sister Turtle looked at the youngster who had rushed over. She didn't know what she was saying.
"She promised to watch your competition with me. She said she wanted to see my idol. She wanted to see how good he was. She even said she would buy a dress with me. She …"
Her last sentence.
Sister Turtle didn't finish her sentence.
Bo Jiu reached out and hugged the person whose shoulders were trembling.
It was too painful to lose her.
Especially when she had lost her best friend since young.
That girl had once taught you to treat others well.
But she had never been treated well in her entire life.
Bo Jiu clenched her fists tightly, her fingertips digging into her palms.
Sister Turtle stopped crying but continued, "She even cleaned the house. She said she wanted to show her mother that she was living well outside …"
Bo Jiu glanced up abruptly. "You're saying that she cleaned the house? When did she do it? "
"Last night." Sister Turtle was immersed in her own emotions. Her reply was instinctive.
But Bo Jiu's questions were never instinctive.
Who would clean the house before committing suicide?
It wasn't logical.
She didn't pause at all.
Bo Jiu walked to the side and dialed a string of numbers.
The person who picked up the call was drying his hair. Water droplets flowed down his sharp chin. His bare feet were on the wooden floor. He was dressed in a cotton home wear. His features were clear and handsome.
Gentle as jade, these four words were the most suitable to describe him.
Who else could it be other than Hoshino?
Bo Jiu lowered her voice. "Hoshino, I need you to help me check …"
Bo Jiu's tone deepened.
Hoshino placed the towel on the table. His beautiful eyes shone brightly. "You think she didn't commit suicide but was murdered?"
"Yes." Bo Jiu didn't deny it. "That's why I need you to find more detailed information to prove my theory."
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