I’m Really a Superstar

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When I opened my eyes, it was the next day.

It was still dark, it was just six o'clock in the morning.

Outside the window, you can see one or two uncles and aunts getting up early and doing morning exercises outside, but not many others. This is a high-end villa area with not many residents.

Zhang Ye got up from the second bed in Old Wu's house, yawned and stretched. He couldn't fall asleep for any reason. He was still not used to sleeping with other people. He always felt uncomfortable after changing beds. Moreover, he started from zero yesterday He started taking pictures of her in Lao Wu's bedroom until half past midnight. When the shots and pictures were captured by the SLR, they were also imprinted in Zhang Ye's mind. He had been dreaming about it all night long and couldn't get rid of it.

I went to the bathroom, washed my face, and took a quick look when I got out. There was no movement upstairs or downstairs. Old Wu was obviously still sleeping. Judging from the seven or eight hours of sleep, Sister Wu couldn't sleep. He didn't get up until about eight o'clock. Zhang Ye quietly went to the first floor to find some tea, drank some boiling water, and made a pot of tea before taking it to the study. Instead of going to sleep again, he turned on the computer on the desk.

Start writing a book.

"The Legend of Wukong".

Chapter VII:

Tang Xuanzang returned to the hut.

The fish is still in the tank.

"Why is the ground so wet? You must be naughty," Xuanzang said to Xiao Bailong with a smile.

The little white dragon waved its tail and smiled. She found that she was willing to be a fish, as long as she could stay by his side.

When he wrote this book yesterday, Zhang Ye had some expectations. Now his future is uncertain, and he is plagued by bans and prosecutions. He is once again a high-level artist in the middle of the third-tier star list, and is no longer the small public figure he used to be. , a star of his level needs a lot of popularity to maintain at this level, because the artists around him are not dead. Zhang Ye is not the only one who will increase his popularity. Everyone will. Everyone will. They are all working hard, so if Zhang Ye stands still and achieves nothing, his ranking will not remain unchanged, but will be greatly reduced. Zhang Ye naturally has to find ways to maintain it first, and he also has expectations for "The Legend of Wukong". I hope this book will make me more popular. I just hope it can maintain my exposure and reputation, and my ranking will not drop.

Now it seems that the goal has been achieved, and far exceeded his expectations. As soon as yesterday's unprecedented scolding came out, "The Legend of Wukong" has become very popular. If I wrote this book yesterday, it was largely for Wu Zeqing. The meaning of writing is that today, Zhang Ye wrote for himself.

crackling

The sound of the keyboard comes one after another.

I was in a normal state when I woke up in the morning, so I wrote this chapter slower than yesterday. Fortunately, I finished writing Hang Chi Hang Chi. After Zhang Ye searched for typos, I immediately uploaded it to the blog.

Some netizens have been waiting for it for a long time.

"Ah it's out, it's out"

“I refreshed myself all night long and it’s finally here.”

"Haha, I'll watch it first if I'm going to die"

“Enjoyed after watching it”

"very good"

"Teacher Zhang, please tell me if you have any more. I'm so worried."

The scolding war has basically subsided. The message area of ​​Zhang Ye's blog is in a mess. You can vaguely see the brutality of yesterday's battle. Of course, there are some people who are still unwilling to let go and continue to scold, but the scattered ones are no longer large-scale. This time the war of words has come to an end.

Most of the remaining people who visit his blog in the morning are waiting for "The Legend of Wukong".

Some people even shouted: "Damn, I can't celebrate Valentine's Day today, so I'll just wait for your update at home."

Um?

Valentine's Day?

After seeing the message, Zhang Ye was slightly startled. He took out his phone and looked at the date. It was just the Chinese New Year a while ago. Today is February 14th. Spring has already begun. However, after taking one look at this guy, there was no reaction, and he continued to work hard to write the eighth chapter, because for an angry youth among angry youths, how could Zhang Ye go to a foreigner's Valentine's Day, and celebrate the Republic's own traditional Chinese Valentine's Day? almost.

A thousand words.

Two thousand words.

Chapter 8 was also written. Zhang Ye felt better and his speed increased. However, after the release, he was ready to take a rest. The reason was that his hands were a little sore. He wrote too many words in one breath yesterday. He didn't feel it at the time, but My fingers felt uncomfortable after a good night's sleep. In addition, I was taking photos of Wu Zeqing in this position and at that angle in the middle of the night. I didn't know how many times I pressed the shutter button. It was enough.

Open the window and take a breath.

It's past seven o'clock, and the sky is gradually getting brighter. The sun is not visible, but light can be seen. The earth is recovering, small trees are sprouting, and a vibrant scene appears outside the window.

There was a sound in the corridor outside the house.

It was a woman's voice, "Xiao Zhang?"

Zhang Ye hurriedly turned back to the door and said, "Sister Wu, I'm here." He closed the window and hurried over to open the door, but as soon as he walked one meter in front of the door, the door opened.

Wu Zeqing's figure was revealed. She was wearing a flesh-colored silk suspender pajamas, but the hem was very long, reaching a little below the knees. Her upper body was also covered by a small white sweater with a cardigan, so except for the collar You could vaguely see a ditch outside, but Zhang Ye didn't take advantage of anything else. It could be seen that Old Wu had just woken up and his hair was still a little unkempt.

Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Are you awake?"

"I just opened my eyes, and I told you to get up and get ready for breakfast. When I saw that there was no one in the room, hehe, why did you come to the study?" she said.

Zhang Ye said happily: "I just wrote two chapters of the novel."

Wu Zeqing asked: "Get up so early to work?"

Zhang Ye nodded, "I woke up early today and couldn't fall asleep when I woke up."

"Okay, then you can continue writing. Sister, make some breakfast. Are you hungry?" Wu Zeqing smiled, "You can eat it in ten minutes at most."

"No more writing, I'm going downstairs." Zhang Ye followed her out of the study.

When passing by the second bedroom, he glanced inside and Zhang Ye was stunned and said, "Oh, why did you fold the quilt? Hey, I forgot." The quilts and pillows in the room were all neatly arranged. Even the cigarette butts he stubbed out using the coffee cup as an ashtray, Old Wu didn't know when to clean up. Zhang Ye felt a little embarrassed, eating other people's things, living in other people's things, and even letting Old Wu fold his quilt. Hey

Wu Zeqing ignored this and walked lightly downstairs.

Zhang Ye looked at her gentle back from behind her. He hesitated several times and tried to muster up the courage several times. But in the end, he didn't say anything. Instead, his face turned red. Don't look at this guy who was usually so carefree. Anyone dares to scold them, but when they meet lesbians, especially some beautiful lesbians, they tend to be more reserved. There were a lot of things in his heart that Zhang Ye wanted to say when he took a picture of Lao Wu in the middle of the night yesterday, but he was just like now, unable to speak. There are only a few days left to reduce the difficulty by five times. The period of effect is a little more than six days, and there are only three days left after full play. If we don't take advantage of this moment to capture Lao Wu and confess his love to her, we will have no chance in the future.

How big is the difference between the two?

One day and one place cannot be described enough.

Lao Wu has a successful career and is already in a high position in his thirties. What about himself? It looks great, but in fact, the career is just getting started. Old Wu is beautiful, especially his figure and breasts. They are frighteningly beautiful from top to bottom, inside and out. What about you? He is neither ordinary nor handsome. Lao Wu has a good personality, can take care of others, respects others, and considers all aspects carefully. What about himself? He gets into trouble every day, offends people everywhere, doesn't know how to cook, doesn't know how to take care of others, and is lazy. Oh, stop talking. If you talk too much, it will just make you cry.

"Boiled eggs?"

"Anything is fine."

"Well, I'll heat some more milk."

Downstairs, Wu Zeqing started to work.

Zhang Ye couldn't help, so he just watched on the side, thinking over and over in his mind how to express his love, in a graceful way? The heroic type? Or the candid type?

The phone rings.

It's Lao Wu's phone number.

She looked at the call and answered it with a smile, "Director Wang."

Zhang Ye was close enough to hear something. There was a male voice on the opposite side. He sounded like he was in his thirties, not too young, not too old. "Principal Wu, I heard you are going to be promoted?"

She said: "Ping Tiao."

The other party said: "Where are you going?"

She said: "The south, the details haven't been decided yet."

The other party was silent for a moment, "Today is Valentine's Day, do you have time? I'll treat you to a meal."

Zhang Ye's ears suddenly stood up. Damn it, who is this Wang? Dare you pry into my buddy's corner?

Wu Zeqing smiled and said, "Let's do it next time, I have something to do today."

The man asked: "Have you made an appointment?"

She said: "Haha, not really, but I definitely can't leave. The dinner will be the same on any day. I'll make an appointment with some of our old friends before I leave to get together."

The man could only say: "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, ding dong, the doorbell rang suddenly.

A male voice shouted outside in the yard: "Express delivery."

Wu Zeqing went over and opened the door.

When the courier staff saw Wu Zeqing, they were also amazed. They were stunned for a moment, and then said: "Ms. Wu, right? Please sign for your express delivery."

"Okay, thank you." Wu Zeqing signed it, then opened it and saw that it was a large box of foreign chocolates, which were heart-shaped and not cheap at first glance.

As a result, just as the courier left, a man from the flower shop came behind, holding two large bouquets of roses, one red and one blue, for Wu Zeqing to sign for.

Wu Zeqing's expression did not change, "Is it all mine?"

The female employee of the flower shop said: "They are all yours. The two orders we received yesterday, we noticed when we were about to deliver them today that the address and name were both from you, so we sent them together. Ahem, this is Mr. Zhang gave it to you. This handful is from Mr. Liu. Please sign your name."

It was not a coincidence, because this flower shop is the largest one near Taoranting and is relatively famous, so the two of them accidentally booked at the same one, both online. The female employee of the flower shop was puzzled before she came. She rarely encountered this kind of thing. But when she saw Wu Zeqing's appearance and temperament, she suddenly realized that it was not surprising at all. Such a beautiful woman, if she still If you are not married, sending flowers to dozens of people is not too much, let alone two people.

Wu Zeqing signed, "Thank you."

Zhang Ye, on the other hand, was so angry that he scolded these people who were delivering things in his heart. They are bullying others too much. You are bullying others too much.

I have to confess today

must

Otherwise, Lao Wu might be snatched away by others.