It Would Be Great If I Could Be a Copywriter

(In the last chapter, I got caught in a black house while driving. The author is working hard to rectify it. The general content is a small theater for transition, which does not affect reading)

And that couple, after feeling Su Chen's strange gaze, also looked at him curiously, not knowing why.

Also, who would have thought that the other party had just gotten off a car that could reach high speed.

And just before Su Chen felt relieved, someone spoke again in the qq group.

This time it wasn't the Platinum author group, but the group chat troublemaker team with only five people.

Group pet eggs always bubble up every day.

This guy is really the kind of person who can talk about anything except writing, which seriously makes people doubt the gold content of his status as a great writer.

Mr. Dan: "Hey, is anyone here? I have a good news and a bad news to tell you. Which one do you want to hear first?"

Sansan happened to have just finished driving in the group next door, and instead of pretending to be dead, she took advantage of the situation and said in this group, "Boss, are you starting again?"

"Don't make trouble, I'm serious, just say you want to hear the good news or the bad news first?"

"Then... good news?" Sansan asked.

"The good news is that a girl finally came to chat with me!" Mr. Dan's eyes were enthusiastic when he sent this message, as if he had won five million.

Sure enough, it's been too long, and I can be so excited after chatting with a girl.

"What kind of good news is this? It's just a chat, what's your point?" Sansan naturally wouldn't let go of any chance to sarcastically, "Then, what about the bad news?"

"The bad news is that this girl just broke up and came to me just to seek comfort." Mr. Dan was typing depressed.

I don't know why he is sad.

Could it be that there are more than 30 people, and they still engage in love triangles and emotional disputes?

No way?

Su Chen felt a chill in her heart, and quickly stopped thinking about it.

Is this damn single cursed?

Then, continue diving and observe the development of the situation.

Sansan who was present was obviously not interested in this kind of shit.

He is a good man who got married through the blind date channel in all seriousness, and he doesn't have any vigorous romances in terms of emotions, so he just turned his eyes black and came over.

As for after marriage, the most important thing is to live life.

So when it comes to topics such as love and love... Sansan is not too cold, but he is also a married person.

"It's none of your business. Do you still want to intervene in other girls' relationship problems?"

Mr. Dan: "It's not meddling, this girl is my friend."

"The kind of friend who is greedy for her body?"

"Well, almost." Boss Dan admitted shamelessly.

Probably because he felt that, anyway, through a computer screen, even if he had a cheeky lsp, he wouldn't feel embarrassed.

In the group chat.

It seemed that he was choked by Mr. Dan's blushing speech, and he didn't make a sound for a while.

And chatting so much news on twitter, on the contrary, Mingyou and Baiyu were blown out.

Six o'clock is the rush hour for these editors to get off work. The two of them are probably on their way back, so they glanced at the group chat when they had nothing to do.

"Hey, how about discussing Mr. Dan's emotional matters?"

"To tell you the truth, I, Mingyou, is known as the master of supernatural emotions, and the editor of the supernatural channel, no one has more experience in love than me."

"Wow, are you so reliable, Mingyou?" Mr. Dan was pleasantly surprised.

Bai Yu mercilessly exposed it: "Then it's because you are the only editor in charge of the Ghost Channel, right?"

"..." Mingyou, "Ahem, don't pay attention to these details, Mr. Dan, just keep talking and don't be interrupted by him."

Ignoring the embarrassing news, Mingyou was very active in the group chat.

So Mr. Dan began his storytelling session.

"It's a long story. It was a cold night with wind and snow. She and I were in the fifth grade Hope Primary School..."

"Stop, stop, stop! What about writing self-media copywriting here? I'll take the subway and check my phone for ten minutes.

Would you give me a section 123? "

"That's okay, I'll make a long story short," Mr. Dan, "It's a friend of mine who broke up with her boyfriend, and now she's crying and complaining to me."

"Oh? What's going on?" When Mingyou heard the important point, she became a little interested.

People like to gossip.

Whether he is an emotional master or not.

First of all, he never bothered listening to this kind of small theater.

Don't think that gossip is the privilege of women. Once a man's gossip soul is burned, it is also terrible.

Mr. Dan: "The thing is like this. When she was dating the man yesterday, the man kept asking her to bring her ID card, saying that otherwise she would not be able to proceed to the next step, and then she was not happy."

Ming You nodded: "Hmm, isn't this obvious? How can a woman be willing to go to an Internet cafe for a date?"

"Yeah, this intention is too obvious, and the Internet cafe doesn't even have a private room, and there are no two seats connected together in the whole plane." Boss Dan also complained angrily, without realizing that something was wrong at all.

However, listening to the conversation between the two, Bai Yu and Sansan put out question marks together.

These two people, and the friend Mr. Dan talked about... What kind of brain circuit are they?

"???"

"Huh? What are you doing with question marks?"

"It's okay, I'm going to face the wall first." Sansan's heart was filled with ten thousand Arceus.

——Well, no matter how you say it, there is nothing wrong with using the ID card like this.

"oh."

Mr. Dan let out a groan for not knowing the truth, and then continued to tell Mingyou.

"Well, let me continue. I think the problem may be here. She came to me crying and begging for comfort because of the breakup. She cried so sadly. What should I say in this situation?"

This looks like a spare tire.

After guzzling a gulp of Coke, Su Chen leaned back tactically in front of the phone, but didn't say the words.

Instead, on the public screen, he suddenly suggested: "How about this, Mr. Dan, I will teach you how to reply."

"How to reply... Wait, isn't this a vampire?" Mr. Dan was surprised again.

Unexpectedly, even the vampires who have been diving for thousands of years have come out to help him. It seems that his group of pets seem to be quite popular.

Su Chen: "If she cries, you cry too, and it's over."

"What's the meaning?"

"You just cry and say, 'I'm in my thirties and I'm still single, what is your emotional suffering?'."

After hearing this, Mr. Dan suddenly realized after a moment of silence: "Oh! Then she will be distracted and no longer sad?"

"No!" Su Chen interrupted him solemnly, "In this way, she will wake up suddenly - this is a leftover man and an old single dog. It's useless to complain to him."

Boss Egg: "..."

When the other people saw Su Chen's wonderful operation, they also laughed out loud in unison.

"Hahahahaha."

"Vampire, what you said makes sense."

"Don't you feel suddenly enlightened after listening to Mr. Dan?"

"I just feel offended enough to thank you..." Boss Dan.

After talking for a long time, Mr. Dan knew that no matter how naive he was, the vampires were unreliable.

So he withdrew from the trouble brigade, planning to organize his own words to comfort the little girl.

Maybe the other party just finds me pleasing to the eye and then gets along with me, right?

He fantasized happily.

Then edited the good news and sent it:

"Oh, don't be sad for that kind of scumbag. Life can't be hanged on a tree, so why cling to that one person, maybe there are many good men hidden around you."

While comforting people, Mr. Dan still doesn't forget the crazy hints.

However……

The ideal is beautiful and good, but the reality is often cruel.

The girl sent a smiling face, and said like a spring breeze: "Thank you, but now I have reconciled with him! We will be playing games in the Internet cafe, hee hee, I won't bother you, bye!"

"..."

Looking at the passage on the chat window...

The egg is always in the messy wind, wanting to cry but no tears.

Lick the dog to the end and get nothing.

Is it referring to yourself?

He began to doubt life.

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