04

Because Ruan Yu likes Xu Huaisong, everything has an answer.

When he wrote in the draft box, "You are so small, why do you choose a basketball class for physical education?", and when he wondered, "What did you make a mistake? You also come to the table to think about your mistakes", just walk behind this piano and you will find the answer.

But he didn't.

So he didn't know that all the seemingly careless coincidences were her every attempt to plan; she was thinking about him as well when he couldn't sleep.

Xu Huaishi turned on the flash, took two photos on the wall, and suddenly screamed: "Wow, Zhao Yi is so touching-"

Zhao Yi was so excited that he covered her mouth, but he was one step late. When the security guard patrolling the corridor downstairs heard the movement, he immediately rushed up with a strong flashlight.

He whispered with his eyebrows horizontally: "I think your IQ is quite touching!"

Xu Huaishi pouted and was taken to the moral education office by the security guard.

Zhu Feng, director of the Moral Education Department, thought they fell in love early, and no matter how they defended, they had to contact the parents of both parties.

Zhao Yi is an old fry, Zhu Feng pointed at him, meaning to deal with him later, and then looked at Xu Huaishi: "Come first, parents contact information!" He said that and picked up the landline receiver.

"Teacher Zhu, I'm wrong..."

"Don't want to give it to me? Then ask your class teacher."

The head teacher registered Tao Rong's mobile phone number. When she heard this, she quickly reported it: "209-***-****!" After that, she quickly answered it before Zhu Feng raised his eyebrows, "It's this, my parents are in the United States!"

Thinking that giving a foreign number can escape the disaster? Zhu Feng hummed and added "001" to dial the number, speaking in a bad English: "Hello, I'll be beaten by my mother..."

The male voice cut off his pronunciation in time: "Hello."

He coughed softly and reported to his home, which explained Xu Huaishi's "bad" behavior.

Xu Huaishi nervously held her breath and identified what was said on the other side of the earpiece.

She just called her mother and lied to her at a milk tea shop, saying that she went home tonight to have dinner with her best friend. Now she must not call her phone. She just hopes that her brother will give her a mercy.

However, the next second, Xu Huaisong's ruthless voice came out: "I am not convenient for me to deal with her business for the time being. Please call this and contact..."

When she heard that she was going to report Tao Rong's mobile phone number, she jumped up and wanted to grab the receiver. Zhu Feng glared at her and could only stomp her feet and shout at the other end of the phone: "Brother, you are so bad!"

Such a person deserves to fail in love early! He doesn’t tell him if he beats her to death, and Senior Sister Ruan likes him!

At one o'clock in the morning at night, Ruan Yu and Shen Mingying were lying in the same bed, holding their cell phones in a daze.

The incident happened more than twenty-four hours ago, and rumors were everywhere on the Internet. Although she made clarifications, she still could not stop the malicious speculations of those who were interested. Shen Mingying was afraid that she was in a bad mood in the apartment alone, so she came to accompany her.

In the evening, they noticed that the other author had "read" a private message and thought he would get a reply soon, but until now, the dialog box is still silent.

The anti-palette is being asked by friends in the industry to rush to make it. It has not been completed yet and has done everything it should be done. There is no other way except waiting.

They couldn't stand it anymore, so the two fell asleep in a daze. The next morning, Ruan Yu opened his eyes and began to grop in the cell phone in the bed. After unlocking it, he accidentally saw a private message from "Writing the Poet".

It's two o'clock in the morning.

A person who writes poems: Hello, I am very sorry for causing trouble for you. The article "She Can Smile" is not my original idea, but based on an outline bought by a friend from the studio. If it infringes on your rights, I am willing to explain to the public, apologize to you publicly, delete the article, and eliminate the pseudonym. The following is a statement I have prepared. Please read it and hope to try your best to recover your losses. Sorry again.

Ruan Yu woke up, took a picture of Shen Mingying, and showed her the phone.

"Is the outline really leaked?" Shen Mingying rubbed her eyes and said after reading it.

Faced with this situation, the two of them initially thought of the outline leak. But the problem is that except for Shen Mingying, Ruan Yu only gave the outline to a publishing house that had been working with for many years, and based on that information alone, it was impossible to cause so many similar details.

That's why they haven't reached a conclusion for a long time.

Ruan Yu frowned: "Is it because I have had a virus in my computer?"

Shen Mingying woke up after rubbing her eyes, "Ah" and pressed her shoulder and said, "Upeng! Did you get the Upeng back in the cafe that day?"

Ruan Yu's eyelids twitched, got out of bed and rummaged through, and half an hour later, kneeled on the bed and cried without tears: "No..."

That day, my mother suddenly came. She hurried back to the apartment. I really don’t remember whether she had brought the USB flash drive. Shen Mingying checked out shortly after she left, and only took her laptop away.

The two of them held their foreheads together.

The leak of ordinary outlines really cannot cause such consequences. Only the U disk that records most of the details in Ruan Yu's diary.

A minute later, Shen Mingying looked up: "I'll go to the cafe. Don't let the buns do this time, negotiate with the other author."

Ruan Yu nodded and understood what she meant.

Although the other party gave her the most favorable solution under the current situation, the bad incidents of the studio burglary sales outline must be clear.

She sent a message: Hello, I want to know what outline your friend’s specific acquisition from?

Xu Huaishi, who had dark circles and chicken coops on the other end of the screen, called Zhao Yi: "What should I do? What should I reply? I just said that you won't have a bad idea..."

"Oh, then tell her the truth."

"no!"

If Ruan Yu knew the cause and effect, then her brother would probably know the good things she did. She said: "My brother is really fierce... I will be killed by justice!"

"Isn't your brother a lawyer? Can you still know the law and break the law and beat you to death?"

"What's the difference between him being able to cut off my pocket money and beating me to death!"

"In this way, you can say that your friend cannot explain it because of the need for both parties to keep the transaction confidential. If she doesn't have a 'gray relationship', she will not be able to find your identity information for the time being."

"But isn't it too sorry for Senior Sister Ruan..."

"You have publicly apologized, deleted the article, and eliminated the pseudonym. For her, this is the best result. If you really want to explain this nonsense to the public, you are afraid that no one will believe it!"

Xu Huaishi was still hesitating: "What if my brother still likes Senior Sister Ruan and thinks that I did a good thing and don't punish me and reward me?"

"What a joke? You still like it after eight years? Do you think your brother lives on a white moonlight and doesn't need sex?"

“That’s right…”

"Anyway, just say it, don't think about being delicious, drinking, and chasing stars in the future."

Xu Huaishi shivered, but still listened to Zhao Yi.

As he expected, she kept silent, and Ruan Yu couldn't find out the truth in a while.

Xu Huaishi didn't know how much she believed, but after a few rounds of negotiations, a message popped up in the dialog box: Please issue a statement first.

Judging from this tone, I may not have planned to give up the investigation, but just to calm the storm and reduce the losses as soon as possible, and decided to clarify first.

Xu Huaishi felt guilty and apologized repeatedly, and posted a statement that had been revised by Ruan Yu and had a more rigorous wording on Weibo. A few minutes later, she saw "Wen Xiang" reposting the content and attached some chat records with herself.

But she couldn't breathe a sigh of relief.

I was timid and lie, so I used countless lies to tell you. Until now, although I have tried my best to make up for it in terms of the results, I have become even more uneasy.

She sighed and arched into the bed like an ostrich.

Ruan Yu did not feel relaxed after forwarding Weibo. The other author's concealment made her feel doubtful, so she wanted to see what Shen Mingying had made.

But after Shen Mingying came back, she said that the cafe claimed that she did not notice her personal belongings that day. She also called the police to retrieve nearby surveillance cameras, but the target object was too small and I could not find suspicious people at all when I watched the video. It would be nice to be able to prepare a case. A month has passed, and most of the results were not found.

In this way, although the grievances were washed away, Ruan Yu's heart was still thorny.

But she soon had no time to care about the thorn.

Because shortly after the statement was issued, her Weibo again poured into the waters suspected of maliciously provoking trouble, and she was bombarded with money to the "poet writer" and received such a false apology.

Those people spoke verbally and made up the false stories in a perfect way, "fighting" with those who chose to support her after seeing the statement.

Under her Weibo, a splash of saliva splashed.

Immediately on Sunday morning, a writer who was on the same site as Ruan Yu posted a long Weibo post. Although she didn't name it, her words meant that she was plagiarized and bullied newcomers and forced "Little Transparent" to stop writing. This was really shameful to the original circle.

This long Weibo post was magically responded to the response, and it was quickly spread and fermented until the evening, and even became a hot search.

Xu Huaishi was also paying attention to these things, and only then did she realize the seriousness of the problem.

Now that things have come to this point, people with discerning eyes should have believed Ruan Yu long ago, but if you want to inflict a crime, there are only a few people who deliberately pour out water and deliberately guide public opinion.

Looking back, she is a newcomer who just registered a pseudonym, with no reader base and her article exposure is approaching zero. The beginning of the matter is probably someone deliberately started early.

She and Zhao Yi thought things about society too simply.

Xu Huaishi was a little scared, so he thought about the words and planned to contact Ruan Yu again.

But before the message was sent, I saw her update a Weibo post: temporarily close comments and private messages.

A screenshot is attached below, which is a private message sent by someone to "Wen Xiang". The other party's ID and avatar were mosaiced. The message content is a picture containing the nature of intimidation.

The paints on the screen were turned upside down and a few bright red handprints were shocking, accompanied by the text: plagiarism to death!

Xu Huaishi was so scared that she almost threw her phone down when she looked at the small picture.

Her hands began to tremble, and she couldn't even hear the harsh evening self-study ringtone. She plunged into the women's toilet of the teaching building, rushed into the compartment in a panic, and dialed Xu Huaisong's number.

It was already past three in the morning in San Francisco, but there was an emergency and she couldn't wait.

When the phone was answered, she immediately stumbled and said, "Brother... I, I'm causing trouble!"

Xu Huaisong was not sleeping yet. There were messy voices over there, talking English. He seemed to be flirting with information, and responded with perfunctory words: "What's the matter? I'll have an emergency meeting in five minutes, it doesn't matter..."

"It's important!" Xu Huaishi insisted, but then she felt a little crying, "Brother, I've hurt Sister Ruan..."

The other end of the phone was silent, and after a while, "Who?"
To be continued...