After Being Bent by Reader

There are a thousand Hamlet in the eyes of a thousand people, and the same is true for writing. Some people think the writing is good while some people think it is not good for the same essay written by the same author.

Xu Chuanchuan has secretly written online novels for so many years, and his grades are not top-notch, but he is quite satisfactory. Therefore, when evaluating her writing style, she can confidently say "okay".

She was delighted to hear that Murong Shi asked her to write something. But she couldn't imagine that Murong Shi made such an excessive request to her!

You are not living in the "Cultural Revolution" era, what compliments should you write?

Xu Chuanchuan regretted that her intestines were all green. She made up a set of rhetoric in her heart, such as: "I just said something wrong. My writing is not good at all. When I go to school, I always get low scores in my composition"... of.

But she dare not say.

She felt that Murong Shi must not have the patience to listen to her nonsense, and she might be anxious and added a few thousand words to her.

Xu Chuanchuan could only smash her teeth and swallow it in her belly. She bit her lower lip and plucked up the courage to ask, "Can I know why?"

Murong Shi's index finger tapped on the table without seriousness, and said loudly, "No."

Xu Chuanchuan: "..."

In fact, I want to ask: "Are other people being punished like me?"

However, Xu Chuanchuan flinched after the pair of calm eyes on Murong Shi's.

It's hard to protect yourself, how can you control others?

Feeling wronged, Xu Chuanchuan felt that she deserved such a "punishment" when she thought of the Weibo she deleted that day.

Her head was buried lower and lower, her voice muffled: "I know. Then...if there is nothing else, can I go out?"

Murong Shi nodded.

After being "pardoned", Xu Chuanchuan left the office as if she flee. She clenched her fists frantically, wishing to hit the wall with her head.

A few minutes ago, she was still worried about whether she would be fired, but now, she can't wait to quit her job immediately.

She seriously suspected that the sip of water that Murong Shi had just drank directly poured into her brain, otherwise, how could she make such a "perverted" decision?

Of course, if he resigned for this little thing, Xu Chuanchuan felt that he was too useless. She went to the pantry, filled herself with water, burped, and wiped the water spilling from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, and secretly said to herself: "Write and write, who is afraid of whom?"

Regardless of her writing style for the time being, she has already written several million words of online novels, which is not less than a thousand words.

Praise and praise, isn't it just afraid of flattering? Okay, when she comes to a three hundred and sixty degree fancy compliment, the cowhide will have to be blown to the sky by her!

With a stomach full of enthusiasm, Xu Chuanchuan returned to the office with his head high.

Murong Shi gave her a five-day deadline, which was enough, and she wrote it when she got home from get off work.

It was simple to think, but when she turned on the computer, faced the document, and touched the familiar keyboard with her finger, she found that she couldn't type a word.

This is written for Murong Poetry. Can a person like her be able to praise her? In case of flattering on your lap...

No, no, no scribble.

After hesitating, Xu Chuanchuan put the document aside, clicked the QQ icon in the lower right corner, and found Anji.

Xu Chuanchuan: "Small sacrifice, help, I'm going to die [大哭][大哭]"

An Ji: "What's wrong?"

Xu Chuanchuan: "Something has happened [大哭][大哭]"

An Ji: "What's the big thing, don't scare me!"

Xu Chuanchuan: "Our boss's daughter asked me to write her a thousand words complimenting her. Why do you think she is so perverted [大哭][大哭]"

An Ji: "What is it? Praise her?"

Xu Chuanchuan's fingers danced flexibly on the keyboard, and spent a few minutes telling An Ji about what happened in the office today.

Xu Chuanchuan: "I've never said bad things about her in the office. I don't even dare to listen to her gossip. Why did you say that I was so unlucky that I was caught by her?"

An Ji: "This shows that you are destined."

Xu Chuanchuan: "What did you say?"

An Ji: "Haha, just kidding."

Xu Chuanchuan: "I burned my eyebrows, you still have the mood to make a joke! [大刀][大刀]"

The threat is still useful, and An Ji immediately changed his tone: "If you want me to tell, you shouldn't tell the truth at the beginning. She asked you if you did anything ill of her behind your back, so just don't you admit it? Anyway, you posted on Weibo. There is no name or surname in the content, and she will not be able to see it. What are you afraid of?"

Xu Chuanchuan also understood the truth, but there were only two of them in the office at the time. The atmosphere was strange, and Murong Shi's eyes were cold and sharp. She had an intuition that if she lied, she would definitely be seen through by Murong Shi.

And she was not good at lying since she was a child, so she can only admit it honestly...

Xu Chuanchuan: "Then what do you say I am going to do now? Do you really want me to write an article to praise her?"

An Ji: "Blow! You also said that she has an elusive personality. In that case, it's useless if you think more. Anyway, you won't know the true thoughts in her heart, so you can only do what she says. Slightly [Tan hand]"

Xu Chuanchuan found that all his worries were gone as long as he looked for Anji. She stretched, took out her phone, and pulled out the previously secretly taken picture of Murong Shi from the album.

She doesn't understand Murong's poems, so she can't boast something that has connotations, and can only do "superficial work".

Standing on the phone as a photo frame in front of the computer screen, she looked carefully at Murong Shi’s profile with her cheeks, not even letting go of a single strand of hair. She watched it for three full minutes before she began to type the first line of words. .

"Miss Murong, has anyone praised you for being beautiful? Certainly, and I can guarantee that there will be countless people who praise you..."

It took Xu Chuanchuan less than an hour to finish writing. Compared with her usual speed of codewords, this can be called a super fast.

After habitually writing, he had to make some revisions. Xu Chuanchuan dragged the mouse to the forefront of the document. After only reading the first paragraph at the beginning, he had the urge to point X.

puff-

Is this really written by her? Why is she a little nauseous...

Don't try, don't know, it turns out that flattering is so difficult, it requires a thick-skinned face, and it has to be just right. This is not something ordinary people do at all!

Xu Chuanchuan knew that she was just a mortal, and she consciously couldn't do it. When she endured the discomfort and read the thousand words of praise she wrote, she knew that this article was useless.

But it is not important!

It's time to be praised, and everything that should be praised is also praised. She did everything according to Murong Shi's requirements, even if it was a little bit, cough... but she couldn't fault it.

Anyway, it is not written for myself, and it is not disgusting to myself.

Xu Chuanchuan checked it twice and made sure that there were no typos or wrong sentences. She saved the document and sent it to the work mailbox first, then turned off the computer and went to take a shower.

Before going to bed, Xu Chuanchuan chatted with the readers in the group for a while. Swiping on Weibo, she suddenly remembered the warning that "Girls are always poetry" before. With a thought, she clicked on the familiar blue avatar in the private message list and left a message to the other party.

Love Mala Tang: "Sister, do you still know fortune-telling? Let me tell you, I was really called by our boss daughter to the office for interrogation today, and she was forced to ask me about her behind my back. ]"

Xu Chuanchuan didn't expect the other party to respond immediately. He didn't expect the other party to be online.

Girls’ feelings are always poems: "Are you scolded?"

Love Mala Tang: "That's not true, but it's more terrifying than cursing..."

Girls’ sentiments are always poems: "Let me pinch and count, are you punished?"

Xu Chuanchuan was so excited that he almost didn't jump off the bed.

Love Mala Tang: "You are so amazing!! She punished me to write her a thousand words complimenting her..."

Girls’ feelings are always poems: "You seem to be wronged."

Love Mala Tang: "It's okay... I just feel a little upset in my heart."

Girls’ feelings are always poems: "Then you still hold back, lest she ask you to write 10,000 characters."

Love Mala Tang: "Don't scare me [panic]"

Murong Shi flipped through the emoticons for a long time and clicked on one of them.

Girls’ feelings are always poems: "If you don’t believe me, you can try [Punnose]"

Xu Chuanchuan was a little startled holding the phone. How does she feel that these words are threatening?

But the other party has no reason to threaten her...

Forget it, people have different opinions on literal things, just one sentence, why did she take the horns, maybe they just reminded her kindly.

Love Mala Tang: "Since you are such a god, can you help me figure out if I will be lucky tomorrow [please]"

Girls’ sentiments are always poems: "Do you really treat me as a fortune teller?"

Xu Chuanchuan: "..."

Xu Chuanchuan did not dare to continue.

Why are the local tyrant readers so proud now?

In the next few days, in order to avoid Murong Shi, Xu Chuanchuan was determined not to leave the office as a last resort. It can be regarded as God's favor, and she has never touched it once.

Waiting until Friday, five minutes before the end of get off work, Xu Chuanchuan secretly sent the 1,000-word document that he had written before to Murong Shi through his work mailbox, seeing that the deadline was approaching.

That's it!

Xu Chuanchuan sorted out the things on the desk and waited to get off work. At this moment, the landline phone on the desk rang.

Xu Chuanchuan stretched out his hand to grab the receiver, caught a glimpse of the number on the caller ID, his face changed with a sigh of relief.

If I remember correctly, this is the internal phone number of the general manager...

What are you afraid of?

Oh my god, when will she be tortured!