After Being Bent by Reader

Xu Chuanchuan, who was sent a "good person card" for no reason, was a little confused. She took a screenshot to An Ji and asked: "What do you mean by this sentence?"

An Ji: "Fucking! Did you really secretly write meat to her [shock] OK, it's a little hot, it's good at one point, promising [thumbs up]"

Xu Chuanchuan: "I don't have one!"

An Ji: "Then what did you do to her [punky nose]"

Xu Chuanchuan: "How do I know..."

At this time, there are people in the readers who are talking about this.

—Wow, look at it, someone threw you a lot of deep water @爱吃麻辣烫.

—It's this passerby again, really. Is this local tyrant in our group?

—Should not be there? We don’t know.

…

Usually people @, Xu Chuanchuan will respond, but now she is a little confused, she is still thinking about the few comments that passer-by left her.

Unable to figure it out, she thought: "Why are you throwing so many thunders on me?"

The thundered chapter does not contain any explosive content, and there are fewer comments than the other chapters. Xu Chuanchuan can’t figure it out. That chapter cannot arouse other people’s desire to comment. Why did it arouse passerby’s vote? Is Ray Passionate?

It seems that this passerby is not only self-willed, her cuteness is also very strange...

Xu Chuanchuan went to harass An Ji: "She suddenly cast so many deep waters for me, I am a little panicked. The registration time for her reader account is very short. You said she was hacked?"

Thinking of this possibility, Xu Chuanchuan logged on to Weibo, clicked on the face of the familiar blue sea, and sent a private message to the other party: "Sister, have you been hacked?"

no respond.

An Ji: "I don't think it is likely to be a hacking."

Xu Chuanchuan: "Why?"

An Ji: "That person tried to steal someone else’s account and saw that there was so much money in the balance. He must have used it to buy articles he liked or voted for a favorite author. Why would someone vote for you? Unless the account was hacked. People are your readers. Look at the soft girls in the group, are they capable of this?"

What kind of hacking is...

Xu Chuanchuan glanced at the active readers, silently.

These are just the speculations of the two of them, and the specific situation has to be explained by Passerby himself.

When she was stunned, An Ji sent her another message: "There is another possibility. She might be scolding you."

Xu Chuanchuan: "Watt???"

An Ji: "You think, five deep waters are five hundred yuan, Jinjiang deducts half, and in your hands it is two hundred and five. This reader, the thief, you don't know how to scold you, you are still in that foolishness. ."

Xu Chuanchuan's mouth twitched: "Fuck you."

An offering: "o(*≧▽≦)ツ┏━┓"

The Weibo private message remained silent, and Xu Chuanchuan put his phone aside to take a bath.

At the same time, Murong Shi lay soaking in the bathtub. The mask concealed her face docilely, and outlined her facial features that seemed to be meticulously sculpted. Her long eyelashes were moistened with moisture, she closed her eyes tightly, her brain was empty, and she let her body relax.

After a soak for an hour, Murong Shi came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, exuding a warm air, and was quickly blown away by the cold air.

With a height of 1.73 meters, Murong Shi's skeleton is not as small and slender as other girls, and of course she is not strong. Her natural clothes rack is thin where it should be thin and straight where it should be straight. She is very thin, with all the fat on her chest and hips, and she is wrapped in a white bath towel. She has a beauty of "still holding a pipa and half covering her face".

A drop of water slowly slid down the curved elegant neck, slid over the collarbone, and finally reached the neckline, she didn't even notice it.

The thick wool carpet wrapped her bare feet. She walked towards the big bed and suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.

"Xiao Shi, are you asleep?"

Murong Shi tightened the towel on her body and walked over to open the door: "Mom, are you still asleep at this late?"

Murong Mingshu was wearing a satin and plain pajamas, her hair spread out, frowned, and said, "I was going to sleep."

"what's happenin?"

"Didn't your Aunt Lian meet a good-hearted person today? Since we have her contact information, I'm wondering if I would ask her out to have her a meal."

Those who believe in Buddhism pay attention to karma and repay gratitude. Murong Mingshu has always done these things very thoughtfully.

Murong Shi was not surprised at all, she thought slightly, and said, "No need for Mom, I already thanked that person for Aunt Lian today."

Murong Mingshu was surprised: "Did you thank you? When? How did you thank you?"

Murong Shi pointedly said, "I gave her something."

"what?"

Murong Shi pondered for a moment and said, "Money."

Murong Mingshu opened her mouth and said, "People helped your Aunt Lian, and you sent them away with the money. This...this is too..."

Murong Shi bent her knees, leaned her back against the wall, and said with a smile: "Too tacky? Don't you have to spend money to invite her to eat?"

Murong Mingshu said anxiously: "That's different! I originally wanted to invite her to dinner with your Aunt Lian, and thank her face to face. Alas-forget it, since you have already thanked you, then... just like that Right."

Murong Shi breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "No regrets, right? It's getting late. Go to bed. The Buddha said staying up late is bad for your health."

Murong Mingshu was gently pushed by her, not annoyed, and said, "You must go to bed earlier, too."

"I know, good night."

"good night."

Close the door, Murong Shi is not so obedient. She tore off the semi-moist bath towel on her body, went into the cloakroom next door barefoot, changed into her pajamas, came out, went to the bed, and picked up the phone.

Out of some mentality, she logged on Weibo in a ghostly manner, and thought that there were really unread messages.

Love Mala Tang: "Sister, have you been hacked?"

Sister? Murong Shi raised her eyebrows, and then she felt inexplicable again.

There is no poem for the girl's feelings: "What theft?"

Love Mala Tang: "You haven't slept yet? It's like this. I saw you cast five deep-water torpedoes for me today, and left a comment that I don't understand, so I suspect that you have been hacked? "

Then two screenshots of "swish" were sent over, which were exactly the five records of "Passerby A" thundering.

Murong Shi knew what was going on at a glance, and thought for a while.

There is no poem for the girl's feelings: "No account was hacked, just voted for you."

Love Mala Tang: "Huh? So many? But why...Do you like that article very much [星眼]"

like? so so. Murong Shi is now used to using her novels as hypnotic reading before going to bed.

Wouldn't it be too shocking to say that?

Thinking that she helped Aunt Lian today, Murong Shi felt soft. Forget it, don't tell the truth.

Girls’ feelings are always poems: "It’s okay."

Okay? ? ?

Xu Chuanchuan felt very delicate after reading these three-character replies. But only for a moment.

If you don’t like to throw so many mines, is it possible that there is too much money and no place to spend?

Xu Chuanchuan didn't believe her rhetoric. Following "willful" and "rich", Xu Chuanchuan added another label to this passerby-Tsundere.

Tsundere.

Love Mala Tang: "Then why do you praise me as a good person?"

Girlish feelings are always poems: "Guess."

Xu Chuanchuan: "..." Sure enough, proud.

Murong Shi didn't like to play such naive tricks, she deliberately avoided Xu Chuanchuan's question, because she knew that she would fall off after she said it.

As for how she knew that Xu Chuanchuan helped Aunt Lian, it dates back four hours.

Aunt Lian came out of the shower and pointed to the landline phone in the living room and asked Murong Mingshu: "Can you find the call history? I want to call that beauty, thank her, and tell her that I have arrived safely by the way."

Aunt Lian and Murong Mingshu spoke the local dialect, and Murong's poem could not understand. Murong Mingshu helped with the translation, and Murong Shi was responsible for calling up the call log from the landline.

Aunt Lian dialed the other party's number with the old phone that she bought. The phone was so loud that people next to her could hear the call clearly without having to put it out.

When the people over there spoke, Murong Shi felt that the other party's voice was very familiar. She also heard Aunt Lian calling the other party "Miss Xu" in Mandarin.

Even if the sound is like, the last name is still the same, how can there be so many coincidences in the world?

However, it was just such a coincidence.

Murong Shi was not sure, she sent the number to Linda, and Linda quickly returned her: "This is Xu Chuanchuan's mobile phone number. Are you looking for something to do with her?"

Murong Shi: "It's okay, just ask."

On the phone, Xu Chuanchuan was determined not to give her anything from Aunt Lian. Aunt Lian was both upset and moved. After finishing the call, she said with emotion, "Ms. Xu is such a great person!"

In order to express his gratitude to someone for "seeing uneven roads", Murong Shi quietly logged into the Jinjiang APP and threw five deep-water torpedoes in one go.

Murong Shi retracted his thoughts and looked at the phone calmly.

Love Mala Tang: "Don't guess, I will assume that you really like my text [Shy]. I'm going to codewords, good night in advance~ [Moon]"

Xu Chuanchuan originally wanted to play "Mameda", but then thought that the other party didn't like her arrogance, so he changed it to good night.

Murong Shi looked at the last two words in a daze. Except for her parents, she and her best friends will not say goodnight to each other. This is the first time she has received such greetings.

She was not used to it, and it took a long time to type those two words slowly.

There is no poem for the girl's feelings: "Good night."