Chapter 375 Never Say Dirty Words (4K)
It was still very cold in Fengzhou at the end of February, with a sharp wind blowing.
As soon as Zeng Wenjie and Mu Qingyang entered the wind courtyard, they were greeted by a gust of strong wind, which was so strong that they could hardly open their eyes.
I quickly found a place to shelter from the wind so that I wouldn't have to endure the pain of a steel knife scraping my face.
Mu Qingyang gently poked Zeng Wenjie on the waist and said, "I want to tell you something."
Zeng Wenjie asked, "Ah?"
Mu Qingyang said, "Don't be so venomous next time."
Zeng Wenjie said, "Where did I curse?"
"At the campus forum."
"Oh...you mean that damn...um, that stinky boxer!"
Since Mu Qingyang minds, it is better not to say the four words "Sima thing".
Mu Qingyang also witnessed that scene this morning. The girl was scolded by the boy, which was extremely unpleasant. Zeng Wenjie went to mediate the dispute.
As a result, the next moment, a post that was purely slanderous appeared on the campus forum.
Mu Qingyang was also very angry when he saw it.
"Your business is growing bigger and bigger now. You have to be kind in your words so that everything goes smoothly." Mu Qingyang smiled softly.
Zeng Wenjie knew that the businessmen in Tiannan were very particular about their work and had many taboos.
He originally thought that he had upset Mu Qingyang by using that extremely foul-mouthed way of cursing, but he didn't expect it to be this reason.
So, I felt greatly relieved.
"I'm actually a very well-mannered man, but some sunny beaches just deserve to be scolded!" said Zeng Wenjie.
"Sunny beach?"
Mu Qingyang tilted his head, expressing confusion.
"Sadness is sunshine, bitch is beach." Zeng Wenjie said expressionlessly.
“…”
Mu Qingyang, who scored zero in English, did not completely understand English. After hearing this explanation, he found it quite clever and hilarious.
Zeng Wenjie said, "So, if any Sukabulie slanders or disparages you in the future, remember to yell back harshly. These bastards are born to be scolded. Don't indulge them and let them get away with it. The more you give in, the easier it will be to talk to them, and the more excited these bastards will become."
Mu Qingyang was stunned. Zeng Wenjie said that he was very well-mannered?
However, from the perspective of Mandarin, it seems that no swear words were used.
Mu Qingyang opened his mouth, and after a moment, he said a little angrily: "I don't know how to curse."
Zeng Wenjie patted his chest and said, "It doesn't matter. From now on, I will be your mouthpiece. If anyone dares to bully you, I will spray blood all over his face."
Mu Qingyang couldn't help but smile and said, "Okay."
"So, you have to sign a mouth-replacement agreement with me first."
"How do I sign?"
"Just by talking to each other, it's done!"
There was no one around, so it was a good time to sign a mouth-for-mouth contract. But what Mu Qingyang couldn't understand was, couldn't it just be a few words? What did sticking out his tongue mean?
Mu Qingyang leaned against the wall somewhat weakly, and had to ask Zeng Wenjie to support his waist so that he would not fall down.
"Did you eat honey?"
"No..." Mu Qingyang looked confused.
"Why is it so sweet? Let me try it again!"
In the end, Mu Qingyang was a little out of breath and his face was flushed.
Fortunately, she is not so shy anymore. In the past, she would have to hide her head in her collar.
After establishing a relationship, this kind of intimate thing seems to be a natural thing.
When Zeng Wenjie felt that he had satisfied his oral craving, Mu Qingyang grabbed him and refused to let go. This made him stunned. It turned out that when a girl's emotions got heated up, they were like an unstoppable torrent.
Zeng Wenjie actually felt like he was about to pass out!
Seeing that Mu Qingyang was still trying to attack, he jumped back in fright, gasping for breath and said, "It's getting late!"
Mu Qingyang grabbed his wrist and glanced at the time, then nodded and said happily, "It's time to go back and update "Fights Break Sphere"! Have you been following the latest updates recently?"
Zeng Wenjie complained in his heart that not only did he have to keep up with the updates, but he also had to force himself to write!
Sometimes I really want to skip the levels of Dou Zun and Dou Sheng and end the battle with Emperor Hun Tian.
Especially the realm of Fighting Saint, it's really fucking crazy. After reaching the ninth star, there are still nine fucking turns. It's just insane to forcibly create a plot of nine small realms.
"I'm following this, it's so good, the author is so talented, everything is so wonderful, I'm so grateful, I would feel sorry for his talent if I don't give him the title of leader." Zeng Wenjie was not stingy with his praise.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'll go back and urge netizens to write more!" Mu Qingyang said immediately.
“…”
Fuck you boomerang!
Zeng Wenjie swore that he would never brag about himself again.
Mu Qingyang, who was sent back to the dormitory by Zeng Wenjie, turned on the computer and began to check for typos and then update them.
"Oh my god... you've accumulated over 700,000 yuan in royalties?!"
Mu Qingyang opened the backstage and glanced at the manuscript fee, which happened to be seen by Ouyang Yun. She couldn't help but scream.
Mu Qingyang nodded and said, "Yes, but he wants me to save up five million before giving it to him."
Ouyang Yun said, "It seems that this netizen of yours is also a wealthy person. He doesn't even care about the 700,000 yuan manuscript fee?"
Mu Qingyang was stunned for a moment and said, "That shouldn't be the case... He seems to be very busy at work, and he often jokes about asking me to introduce him to a rich woman, saying that he doesn't want to struggle anymore."
Ouyang Yun couldn't help but ask, "Can you really save up five million in royalties?"
Mu Qingyang thought about it seriously and said, "It should be fine. The subscriptions have been increasing, but the updates are a bit unstable. Otherwise, the accumulated royalties would have exceeded one million."
Ouyang Yun commented: "You, the netizen, are a freak, and you are a freak too! One of you doesn't worry about being ripped off for your royalties, and the other really doesn't want to rip off other people's royalties."
Coincidentally, the netizen marked by Mu Qingyang as "Tolstoy" came online and his avatar lit up.
A chapter was transferred.
After receiving the letter, Mu Qingyang urged for more updates, which made the other party very dissatisfied. The other party complained that he was too busy at work and had no time to write novels.
Jiang Yu came up to join in the fun and said, "Do you want to know the true identity of this netizen?"
Mu Qingyang said, "I miss him quite a bit. He played a video call to me before, but I didn't dare answer it. Later, I thought I could answer it with my head covered, and he never played it again!"
Jiang Yu said, "Then just play it to him! If you're shy, let me do it. If it's a handsome guy, I'll recommend myself!"
King Jiang Hai didn't mind getting to know Mu Qingyang's netizen. After all, his accumulated royalties had reached 700,000 yuan, making him a wealthy man.
Mu Qingyang gave his seat to Jiang Yu, and then Jiang Yu played a video call, but the other party hung up.
"Why not answer?" Jiang Yu typed.
"I called you on video before, but you didn't answer! Now I don't want to answer. Is that a problem?"
"Then give me another call and I'll answer."
"If you miss this opportunity, you'll never get it again! Anyway, I've seen your true face on the show, hehe!"
Jiang Yu gave his seat back to Mu Qingyang and couldn't help smacking his lips. He said, "Why do I feel like this jerk has a sense of déjà vu?"
Chu Qingbai came to visit at this time, biting an apple. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Jiang Yu playing the video for the other party.
She was a little curious about who Jiang Yu had video-called using Mu Qingyang's QQ number. After taking a closer look, she couldn't help but say, "I video-called my boyfriend, and he actually dared not to answer?"
Mu Qingyang hurriedly explained: "He is not Zeng Wenjie, he is just one of my online friends."
Chu Qingbai was stunned for a moment and subconsciously wanted to tell the truth, but then she remembered the gentleman's agreement she made with Zeng Wenjie during military training, which asked her not to disclose the information of this QQ number to others.
I'm a top-notch bitch Zeng Wenjie...
How can you play so extravagantly?
"This is the author of "Fights Break Sphere". Aren't you also reading this novel recently?" Ouyang Yun glanced at Chu Qingbai and said.
“…” Chu Qingbai smacked his lips, feeling speechless.
Jiang Yu came back to his senses and said, "Yes, that feeling of déjà vu comes from Zeng Gou! However, Zeng Gou obviously doesn't have this talent."
The corner of Chu Qingbai's mouth twitched. Wow, Zeng Wenjie is not only good at doing business, but also can write novels?
Turning back, he directly threatened him to transfer the chapters in advance, otherwise, he would expose his pseudonym to Mu Qingyang and make him unable to pretend!
It's a hardcore game of urging for updates!
Zeng Wenjie didn't know that his boomerang was thrown so far.
“Beep, beep, beep—”
Zeng Wenjie, who was just about to turn off his phone to rest, received another message. When he clicked it, he saw that it was from Zeng Mi.
Zeng Mi’s online name is “Fanwai”, which is very interesting when interpreted in combination with her life. Her signature is: Please don’t miss the appointment.
Zeng Mi sent a picture, which was a portrait of a character from the game "Hero Killer". The picture was of the famous tyrant Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty.
Then, Zeng Wenjie discovered that Yang Guang's face actually looked a bit like him?!
"?" He sent a question mark.
"?" Zeng Mi replied with a question mark.
“???”
“???”
"No, am I really that unpleasant to you? You're using my face to draw Yang Guang, right?! (Awkward)"
"Isn't it good enough for you to be the emperor? Do you still have objections?"
"Okay, okay, whatever you want, as long as the quality is good enough."
Zeng Wenjie looked at this portrait of Yang Guang and had to say that he was quite handsome. He must be the most handsome Emperor Yang of Sui in history!
Zeng Mi asked, "Are you still not sleeping?"
Zeng Wenjie lied: "Penguin sent the project director of Hero Killer, and I entertained him."
As soon as the matter related to "Hero Killer" was mentioned, Zeng Mi became interested.
"Is he easy to get along with?" Zeng Mi asked.
"He is very kind. He came to our studio today and I arranged a desk for him. He also asked me why our painter didn't come to the studio to work." Zeng Wenjie replied.
These words made Zeng Mi stunned. She was already a melancholy person, and at this moment, she couldn't help but sigh and felt a little melancholy.
Zeng Wenjie wrote to himself: "I said that the painter's situation is rather special and it is not convenient for him to come to the office. Moreover, creation requires a quiet environment, so I allow him to work from home."
Zeng Mi sent me a (smile).
The petty Zeng Wenjie immediately responded with a (smile).
"I invited my colleagues and the director to dinner this afternoon. He can drink quite well, so my colleagues took turns toasting him until he got drunk. Now, the director is fast asleep in the hotel, hahahaha~ (silly smile)"
Zeng Mi couldn't help but imagine the scene of her colleagues from the Game Science Studio having dinner together, taking turns to toast the director sent by Penguin, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up.
"No reply? Then go to sleep."
"I'm watching carefully."
Zeng Mi immediately replied, "Tell me more, I want to know."
"Oh, this afternoon we also interviewed a voiceover candidate from the broadcasting department. The director and I were both quite satisfied. Also, dubbing for card games is relatively simple and can be completed quickly."
"Hmm? I'd really like to hear how they dub the characters I drew."
"Come and listen if you want. You're also a member of the studio. Don't think of yourself as an outsider."
"Let's wait until we're free."
"By the way, although the director is relatively easy to get along with, he still has some rules and regulations, one of which concerns your royalties."
Zeng Mi was stunned. Zeng Wenjie had never discussed the issue of royalties with her.
She painted purely for fun and never thought about money. Of course, this was also because she had no shortage of money.
"Look, is it a buyout per copy, or a percentage split? Especially for the special skins that come later."
"I haven't made up my mind yet, so I'll just owe you the money for now. Brother, you won't refuse to pay me this little bit of royalties, right?"
"No, you can always ask me for it! How about this, you can just buy out the first edition, and we split the skins? That way, it'll be fairer to you."
"Sure, I don't understand these things, I'll just follow your arrangements!"
Zeng Wenjie chatted with Zeng Mi until after 1 a.m., until the laptop battery light turned red.
"My laptop is out of battery, so I'm going to rest. Sister Zeng Mi, you should go to bed early too. Staying up late is bad for your skin."
"Oh, it's so late! Good night then."
After closing the dialog box, Zeng Mi sat in front of the computer, feeling bored, but not wanting to turn off the computer and go to sleep.
Many people have done this: they turn on the computer, do nothing, and just sit in front of the computer and stare at the desktop.
I don’t want to play games, browse online stores, watch videos, or listen to music. I just sit there.
Such people often have one thing in common - loneliness and emptiness.
Ten minutes later, Zeng Mi opened the chat box again and typed: "Come and have a drink with me tomorrow."
But her finger hovered above the left mouse button. After a moment, she moved her finger away and gently tapped the delete key, erasing the words she had just typed bit by bit.
"I'll come drink with you tomorrow?"
Just after deleting the message she had almost sent, Zeng Mi received a message from the other party.
She froze in place.
She really wanted to agree in her heart, but in the end she chose to turn a blind eye, did not reply, and decisively turned off the computer.
While lying on the bed, she stretched out her palm and gently covered her left cheek, but she did not feel the warmth and touch that made her feel so unique.
After a long moment, she murmured, "How should I choose?"
But no one could answer her.
Just like when she was eighteen, no one could answer.
Ultimately, the choice is in her own hands.
(End of this chapter)
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