Internet writer?

After Bo Jiu saw these four words, his first reaction was that the young man who had previously told him that the female wizard in the same game as them was planning to buy hot searches against a certain online writer.

She shook her mouse.

There are words at the end.

"I don't know how to persuade her. She asked me a question today, which made me feel that there was no way to answer. She said, Sister Gui, why didn't those people blame a thief but condemned me? Is it wrong for me to write a good article? Is it wrong for me to protect my own rights? Is it wrong for me to protect my own rights? Is it wrong for me to explain those comments to her, those comments that she is hyping. The infringer first said that he was a true fan, started writing fancies, and then used this as a cornerstone to steal the entire framework and publish the book. I used to persuade my friends to endure it, and this industry would

It's like this, people don't care about hurting the original creator. I always thought that a person's talent would not be stolen, but today, I found that I was very wrong. I didn't protect her. I know how much she liked this industry. It's because she liked it so much. She always didn't understand why? She was not afraid of being copied, nor was she afraid of how shameless the infringer was. What she was afraid of was that one day, this industry was proud of supporting infringement. What about those who were determined to write good articles? What should they do? They deserved to be stolen and still remain silent? She asked this, lowered her head and said to herself, "No one cared."

“Yes, no one cares…”

The last sentence made Bo Jiu raise his eyebrows and move his fingers slightly.

The last time she saw these six words, she was still on the fifth line.

The guy who likes to lie on her very much has left her with blood on the letter she left.

"Jiu, do you know, no one cares what happens to those girls who are violated. They will say, look, she is so well developed, no wonder she will be targeted. Maybe there is a problem in itself, and they will not say that the beast is the most deserved. Jiu, why is the world like this? I ask myself every day, and when I sit up and look outside in the middle of the night, I am afraid of making a sound, because once I say it, the person who helps the beast will appear, they will say, it is your problem. No one cares that you are already flesh and blood when you make a sound. Yes, no one cares..."

Bo Jiu closed his eyes and opened them again.

I can still see the last sentence in front of me.

"I'm so happy that you will care about this world. Nine, no, z, you must not turn into all black in the future."

When Bo Jiuju's fingers were pressed and he looked at the screen again, his eyes had changed.

She typed very quickly, and she typed a few words.

It’s a pity that the person on the other end of the computer is not there.

There has been light in the sky outside the window.

Bo Jiu stood up and walked out of the basement, only one U disk was added in his hand.

It seems that I should go to school.

Let’s see what happened to Li Xue.

As for the gift from the great god, she will give it to herself.

Bo Jiu raised his eyes and glanced at the clock hanging in the living room. He saw that he couldn't sleep for an hour, so he simply found a sofa to sleep.

Wait until after dawn.

When Chen Xiaodong came out of his room, he saw the young master in school uniform sitting on the sofa yawning.

Chen Xiaodong was stunned: "Young Master, are you not training today?"

"Train, go down." Bo Jiu stood up, took a piece of bread, held it in his mouth, then carried the one-shouldered schoolbag with a slanted straddle and swung it behind him, handsome from the beginning to the end.

Chen Xiaodong looked at his young master's outfit and didn't even have breakfast. He hurriedly followed Bo Jiu out of the house.

Since the regional competition, Bo Jiu rarely appears in school.

So, when people saw the young man with a skateboard again, slender body and silver hair.

Almost all the students in No. 1 Middle School were in full bloom.

The only one who does not welcome Bo Jiu is probably the guard guard who guards the gate.

Because when this kid appears, he still has to look at the wall.

He is only alone, and he can't see so many places!

And would it be a little too crowded today!

The guard tried hard to maintain his majesty, but was hit three times in a row by waves of people.

Every girl who ran over with her face said, "Do you know? Jiudian is here to school today!"

"Really? Where is my male god?"

"Please, that's obviously my husband, okay."

"Stop fighting, isn't the national final about to begin? Why is Jiudian free to come to school?"

"No matter what happened to him, the Ninth Palace is here, and it is the main thing to catch the living people and take photos!"

"Ah, Nine Palaces, there!"

One of the girls suddenly reached out and pointed to the entrance of the fifth teaching building.

It was indeed Bo Jiu who was not wrong. The silver hair on the head and his straight facial features made the handsome young man a little confused.

Bo Jiu walked into the classroom with one hand and walked into the black skateboard.

The screams of "Ahhhh!" came one after another.

No one could have imagined that the bell man they looked down upon the most in the past actually reached the national finals and became an e-sports star with millions of fans.

If someone objected to the forum in the past that Bo Jiu was the school grass, now almost everyone has accused the existence of this title.

Even when other schools said that they only had nerds, not as handsome as they were.

They took a casual screenshot. Whether it was the boy playing games or the boy reading a book with a lollipop in his arms, they were enough to destroy a group of school grasses on the other side.

"Is this our No. 1 Middle School, a nerd?"

No!

The girls in every school are saying: "Principal, you owe me a spade. If the dark sky is in our school, even if it rains and thunders, I will never delay the class and report it every day!"

Envying that No. 1 Middle School has such a school grass, has almost become the catchphrase of students recently.

So when Bo Jiu stepped into the campus, you can imagine what kind of scene it would be.

"It's so boring." A girl in the crowd sneered, and after passing Bo Jiu, she sarcastically said: "Isn't it just a game, and her face looks a little better. Are these people so popular? They have forgotten what he used to be, and they are just a person who can't get on the table."

The friend standing next to her paused: "Li Xue, it's not good for you to say this."

"What's wrong with that?" Li Xue curled her lips: "This kind of person may be faked in daily competitions. I played a game with him last time, and his skills are just like that, and he is also a professional player."

"That's it." Two or three people with good relationships with Li Xue said: "It's not qualified at all, and it's very heartless. I heard that I can't stand the fans saying he's not good."

Li Xue smiled: "Isn't this the same as someone? Okay, let's continue playing in the group tonight. My dad has prepared it for me. In the future, not only did I write this book, but also all the things you wrote. As for that person, she's so angry, hahaha."

“群里那些人没察觉吧?”

"What do they notice? They support me. When they know this, they think it's the author's heart. He has infringed on the rights, so she feels wronged? I'm not happy today. I'll come into the group later and ask them to sing for me. These children are so coaxing."

"Li Xue really has you, but I heard that the author seems a little unyielding. Are we really okay? Now all infringements have to go through legal procedures."

"With my dad here, what are you afraid of? When the hot search comes up, I will make her unable to survive in this circle."

"Is this really okay? She has a lot of fans."

"How useful are fans? Don't worry, we can do whatever we should do. I've studied it. It's okay, the overall environment is like this, what kind of sparks can she make."

"That's fine."

There were three people, each with pride on his face.

They were still thinking about how to further anger the original author.

反正有人帮她们.

Their current positioning is "true fans who were slandered by the original author"

没有人会把她们往同行这个方向想.

The original author was also stupid, so who told her to say it?

说出来不就是和她们对着干吗?

It's really a search for death.

However, Li Xue's thin lips curled, and she would be a writer in the future. She would wait for her father to pack her and make her popular.

以后谁知道那女人是谁.

对了,如果以后那女人还敢扎刺.

她就说对方是想借她火就行.

This trick is a great test.

When Li Xue said these words, she didn't know that all of them had been recorded.

The one who recorded the audio was not someone else, but Bo Jiu.

As for when the recording was placed on Li Xue’s school uniform, this is not difficult for Bo Jiu.

It's enough to complete it by passing by.

Listening to the sound from the phone, Bo Jiu sat in the classroom, glanced at the English teacher who had just walked in, and slid his fingers and logged in to the message, intending to send this recording to Sister Gui.

But I didn't expect that a private message was sent faster than her: "It's already late."

"What does it mean to be too late?" Bo Jiu paused.

No news came from that side.

Until one class is over.

It was a crying voice: "She can't hold on, so she's gone."

Bo Jiutu stood up and walked out while typing: "Send me your mobile phone number."

Soon a string of numbers appeared on the page.

Bo Jiu directly called over: "Where are you?"

"Police Department." Sister Gui's voice sounded very heavy: "They said she committed suicide, and they also said that she was related to the memorial service."

Bo Jiu's eyes shrank: "Girl's memorial?"

"Yes." Sister Gui said in a hoarse voice: "I don't believe she will commit suicide. She can even withstand chemotherapy. How could she not be able to withstand these things?"

Bo Jiu didn't say anything, she didn't know what to say, her eyes were a little empty.

On the other end of the phone was Sister Gui's crying lower and lower.

Nothing else.

Just a cry.

There is another sentence: "I don't believe she would choose this method to end it all, why is this happening?"

Why is this happening?

When Bo Jiu was holding the corpse, he asked himself the same question.

How uncomfortable it is.

That's how to end it?

Isn’t this world worth your nostalgia?

Even a little bit?

After that, Bo Jiu went to see a psychiatrist.

The doctor smoked a cigarette and said only: "It's probably too desperate."

Bo Jiu looked at his phone, even now.

Someone left a message below the internet writer.

"You are wronged, are there nothing to write?"

"I think even if the other party really infringes on you, you shouldn't do this."

Bo Jiu closed his eyes. For a moment, she was thinking about why she was still so useless after so many years, and letting such a thing appear in front of her again.

But she has no ability to stop it.

Why not turn completely black?

Only like those people can you live happily.

This is the most real thought deep in Bo Jiu's heart.

Even if you are black.

I would rather you live.

But Bo Jiu knew very well that some people didn’t know that, and they couldn’t find a way out, so they would rather choose to understand, or carry these things and go on.

The distance from school to police station is not long.

What Bo Jiu saw was sitting on a chair and holding his sister Turtle.

The tears seemed to be unable to stop, and there was no crying, but they just couldn't stop.

Sister Gui looked at the boy who was rushing to the scene and didn't know what she was saying, probably just wanted to say it.

"She also promised me that she would go and watch you play with me. She said she wanted to see what I liked idols, what was so good about it. She also said that she would accompany me to buy a skirt, she..."

The last sentence.

Sister Gui didn't finish her sentence.

Bo Jiu stretched out his hand and carried the man with slightly shaking shoulders into his arms.

Losing is too painful.

Especially losing close friends from childhood to adulthood.

That girl once taught you to be kind to others.

But she has never been treated well in her life.

Bo Jiu's hands clenched tightly into his fists, and his fingertips fell into his palms.

Sister Gui's crying was gone, but she was still saying: "She also cleaned the house and said she wanted her mother to see that she was doing well outside..."

Upon hearing this, Bo Jiu suddenly raised his eyes: "Did you say she clean the house? When did she clean it?"

"Last night." Sister Gui was silent in her emotions and her answer was also subconscious.

But Bo Jiu's problem is never subconscious.

Who would clean the room before committing suicide?

This is simply illogical.

There was almost no pause.

Bo Jiu walked aside and skillfully pressed a string of numbers.

The person who answered the phone was wiping his hair, and the water dripped down his pointed chin, stepped on the wooden floor barefoot, wearing a cotton home outfit with clear eyebrows and eyes.

The four words "Wen Ya Ru Yu" are most suitable for him.

If it weren't Hoshino, who else could there be?

Bo Jiu's voice was light: "Hoshino, I need you to check it for me..."

What Bo Jiu said later was even heavier.

After hearing this, Hoshino put the towel on the table, and his beautiful eyes brought out a bright light: "You think she was not committing suicide, but killing him."

"Yes." Bo Jiu did not deny: "So you need to find more detailed information to prove my idea."
Chapter completed!