Hugo started browsing the forum again.
After a while, it suddenly sat up straight, put on a strange smile, and said to Azathoth: "Can you do me a favor?"
Azathoth raised an eyebrow: "What favor?"
**
【8:25:32
Sheep: If I were you, I wouldn’t publish a new novel at such a critical moment.
9:06:01
Android: I just failed miserably at dice rolling and went to take my kids to school. What do you mean by that?
Sheep: I mean... what the hell? You have a kid? I thought you were a virgin... never mind, just pretend I didn't say anything.
Sheep: Well, you should know the answer. Everyone can tell who you're writing about. It was fine before he was redressed, but now he's considered a hero after all. Regardless of whether you're a fan or a hater, writing about a real-life couple like this isn't appropriate.
Another half hour passed, and it was already half past nine. The girl with the ID "Sheep" frowned and refreshed the chat box, but there was no movement.
Honestly, if she hadn't really enjoyed Mrs. Android's writing and hadn't genuinely been into their CP for a while, she wouldn't have been in the mood to risk offending someone by mentoring someone she thought was a middle school student who turned out to have a child... uh, a senior in the industry.
At the time, Igor Sullivan was barely a man who couldn't be named. After all, his past achievements were so glorious, and his endings so ironic, that every appearance on Starnet was bound to cause a bloodbath. Against this backdrop, some people created stories on obscure forums, unnamed, with only vaguely similar experiences. These stories were delicious, but mysteriously a bit OOC (many felt that Hugo's inclusion of a "Federal Marshal" believing in an evil god was a subtle humiliation of his treason). Most people had no interest in knowing, and even if they did, they didn't bother to delve into them.
The situation is different now. After the official announcement, even a prominent figure like the Griffin family had to hand over their assets to their son, retreating from the spotlight. The remaining smaller players, even those who still disliked Igor, dared not defy the law and instead hid their guard. The Android ID was somewhat well-known within the community due to its impressive fighting prowess, its suspected wealthy family, and its 24/7 idleness, allowing it to engage in online debates from day to night. It even made several appearances on Starnet.
Sheep thinks that regardless of age or gender, in order to avoid being criticized, it would be best for this lady to stay out of the spotlight for a while.
I never expected that even at this time, Mrs. Android was worthy of being Mrs. Android and could still make big news.
She lay on the bed and played games for a while, and the other party replied at around ten o'clock.
[Android: Just went to tutor another child in math. Age aside, when I said I was sending my kids to school, I didn't say they were my children.
Android: As for the new novel, I've told you countless times that it's nonfiction! Nonfiction! If even one word is false, I'll eat this line of code!
The sheep's head is full of question marks.
[Sheep: ...No, what, your sister? And a preschooler.]
Android: It's hard to describe. I guess I'm your younger sister. But I'm in junior high now, and I've been preparing for a math competition at home these past two days. I have a question I can't figure out, so I'd like to help me look it over.
Sheep: Junior high school competition?! Is there one now?
Android: I don't know. It was said to be organized by the high school, but she was going to skip a grade anyway, and a teacher at her school asked her to go out and exercise, so she signed up.
Sheep: Boss.]
In fact, she herself was skeptical. After all, there is no need to draft bragging on the Internet.
And to be honest, the image I have of Mrs. Android is still that of a middle school student using her parents' ID cards to surf the internet. Sometimes, the way she speaks—I don't know how to describe it—revealed a childish yet domineering aura...
[Sheep: When you said nonfiction just now, is that what I meant?
Android: I'm a fan of the Evil God and his followers, and I also said they were getting married a few days ago, but due to some of the plot I wrote previously... well, you know. Anyway, one of the friends and family suspects he's being coerced by an unconquerable force into making unimaginable sacrifices for humanity. What can I do? I'm desperate. The boss is angry and asked me to make changes. "He" and his boyfriend will contact the Vatican and the authorities to get them to stop interfering. I'll be responsible for reconstructing certain events as they happened. Anyway, there's some messed-up exchange of interests that has nothing to do with you guys, so just stand there and watch.]
The sheep looked confused.
no.
What's going on?
Why do I feel like we're not on the same wavelength? I'm talking about real things and you're just kidding?
But this kid… maybe a little brother or sister, he’s quite good at making up plots… probably he put a lot of effort into his work.
Thinking of this, she felt a little embarrassed to suddenly break someone's beautiful delusion and become the evil person who shattered the child's innocent imagination. She could only carefully consider her tone and ask cautiously:
[Sheep: When is the wedding?
Android: Not open to the public, the boss is a bit socially anxious, but the people who should know and invite are still there.
Sheep: Well, then, have you finished writing the first chapter of your novel?
Android: I have written quite a lot, but there are not too many specific plots. Some things are not easy to tell others, but I am advocating for Asa... I mean, I have invested a lot of money in the process of whitewashing the big guy, and this time you will definitely not think that He is a scumbag.
Sheep: Send it to me!
Android: I'm on the forum, go look it up yourself, the kid is asking me questions again. 】
The sheep immediately beat their chests and stamped their feet.
Madam, your hands are so fast!!!
If I send it to her first to take a look, at least she can analyze from an adult's perspective whether Mrs. Android will be invited to have tea with the Internet police because of this article.
She was in her senior year, had finished her thesis and had nothing to do, so she lay at home all day doing nothing. When she saw Hugo's reply, she immediately jumped up and rushed to the computer to open the forum. After browsing the web for a long time, she unexpectedly discovered that this article was posted in the all-age section.
Mrs. Android actually got a new life and became a good person?
The new post begins with a line of eye-catching 36-point boldface text:
I dedicate this article to my friends who, despite all the hardships, have remained true to their original aspirations. This article was co-authored by me and @finallyyoulearnedQAQ.
Huh?
Putting aside the rare serious tone, the person Mrs. Android mentioned is a big shot who has recently emerged in the forum. He likes to write simple sweet stories and claims that "we never add sugar to sugar." But for some reason, everyone who has read it says that there is a twisted and yandere feeling hidden between the lines of the author's words, and some people even called on her to go to the hospital to see a psychologist as soon as possible.
Mianyang has read her works. Her writing style is so-so. Judging from her ID, her education level is probably not that high. However, her writing is sometimes quite creative and interesting. The author is also sincere, so she followed her works for a while when she was free.
When did these two ladies get together again?
She scrolled down the page and found that each person wrote a paragraph, and they were all from the first-person bystander perspective. It was probably intended to describe the same thing from different angles. If the outline was not well done and there were bugs, it would be very embarrassing if there were bugs in this writing style, but it had to be said that Sheep was interested.
She temporarily put aside her original purpose of reminding Mrs. Android and read on carefully.
The story happened on a snowy day two years ago.
[He fell on the surface of a planet with sub-zero temperatures, lack of oxygen, and severe radiation. His left leg could not move, and a steel bar had scratched his right leg, leaving a 13.6-centimeter wound. This was nothing compared to the other fatal changes in his physical signs. As for the Gundam next to him (Sheep: What is this?), it was almost turned into scrap metal.
I only had a flying head (sheep: What is this?), and my body was scattered throughout the ruins, but I had enough energy and some weapons were still usable. I adjusted the angle and aimed the bullet at his head, ready to give him a fatal blow.
...He escaped. Humanity's will to survive is truly remarkable. If my compatriots hadn't so easily given up everything after their defeat, allowing their bodies to be thrown into the incinerator, I might not be the only one left on Earth today.
Uh, seeing this sheep slowed down a bit, and I wondered if this was a love story disguised as science fiction? Why did the first-person protagonist, who was the camera, also look quite relevant?
In order to prevent Mrs. Android from being invited to tea at such a young age, and considering the tight time schedule, she flipped through two pages and found that the previous plot was similar to the background that Android had briefly mentioned before. It was probably the story of the evil god saving his unfortunate followers who fell on a deserted planet.
So the question is, where is the other author? It doesn't look like he's going to show up anytime soon.
[…They made a frank exchange.]
Emotionless, driven solely by profit, I saw the familiar hunger and emptiness in his eyes. These two emotions had accompanied him for so many years that even my crude analysis of the system at the time could discern them. The fear bred by emptiness drove him away from all living beings, while hunger made him somewhat unpredictable in his manipulation of his tentacles. The rescued human, suffocated and in pain, broke out in a cold sweat in the icy snow. I suspected that if he didn't agree immediately, he would die in agony and despair in the next second.
At that time, I felt a little regretful because it was rare to see such vivid and interesting toys.
But to be honest...I was a little scared of Him at that time, even though He was one of my few friends.
Mrs. Android has truly turned over a new leaf… The sheep's first thought had nothing to do with the article. But after adding the detailed context, the meaty dishes I'd once eaten seemed to taste even more delicious.
Having decided to go to the rating area and review the previously saved posts after reading them, Sheep looked at the words on the screen thoughtfully.
Two conclusions can be drawn at present:
At the beginning, the relationship between the three protagonists was not good. Both the 'first-person camera' and the human followers were afraid of the evil god.
Especially since 'I' don't look like a good kid from the Orderly and Good camp, how could I feel scared in this situation?
Madam, are you really trying to whitewash the boss? If he sees you, won't he crawl out of the book and smack you?
However, for some reason, when Sheep read the last line of this paragraph, he suddenly felt a little sad.
However, her complicated emotions were soon broken by a sudden influx of replies.
[Saury: People from the neighboring Yarple Harbor Aquatic Products Forum came to visit! Go write some good things, my wife! QAQ!
Starfish: Here I come! I came to visit the Aquatic Products Forum to see what you can come up with.
May my project go smoothly. Which forum is the Aquatic Products Forum? I just came here from another place. I heard someone here is writing about our beloved Lord x His Favored One CP. Quietly asking for a friend: Is there a prototype for that Favored One (shy.jpg)? He said he'd like to be a part of it.
Sanma: ...? 】
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