On New Year's Eve, Fan Qingfeng went to the balcony alone during the boring singing and dancing program of the Spring Festival Gala, took out his cell phone, and skillfully clicked on it and set sail.

It has been two hours since the Spring Festival speech, and he can't wait to see everyone's feedback.

After all, this time, every word comes from the heart.

【…】

[I know the feeling of being praised by thousands of people, and I have also experienced the pain that thousands of people point to.]

[It is me who sits with famous people, and it is me who jokes with you.]

[But it is undeniable that this one month is the most fulfilling month in Fan’s life]

[Thank you, for letting me learn from my mistakes and appreciate the brand new literature.]

[Thank you, for making me enterprising and opening up a brand new world.]

[Thank you for letting me break out of my cocoon and become a butterfly and creating a new self.]

[I began to understand every young author.]

[In setting sail, no matter your talent or depth of thought, as long as you are willing to pick up the keyboard and write a story.]

【Then you are a warrior.】

[Fight for the path you stick to, fight for the future you want!]

[Fight for your ideal literature!]

[Each author, regardless of the number of readers, the grades are high or low.]

【You all deserve praise!】

【Even if you don’t have a single reader.】

[Then you are your only reader!]

[On this day of bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, Fan pays tribute to every author.]

[Send blessings to every reader.]

【Specially named a few friends.】

[They are the wild dogs fighting me, the islands that help me, the sauce that inspires me, the Ziyue who gave me a lot of money, and the fish I love to eat...]

【…】

【This is what it says.】

【Let’s read the book and return to the original story.】

Looking at his congratulations, Fan Qingfeng's face was also blushed.

In just two hours, the number of comments has exceeded 100.

[Happy Chinese New Year Teacher Fan!]

[Thanks to Teacher Fan for the works he brought to us.]

[The Spring and Autumn Chapter is very interesting. Write it more carefully and don’t end it hastily.]

[Mo Xiaoxuan: Hahaha, the first one of the thank-you list is the wild dog, which is even higher than the editor]

Looking at these comments that are gushing out, it’s hard to say anything else, at least everyone doesn’t like the Spring Festival Gala very much.

It is finally consistent with the aesthetics of young people, haha.

Not easy, finally.

Fan Qingfeng was happy when suddenly a dazzling nickname popped up.

[Wild Dog: Teacher Fan, on this Spring Festival, you might as well put down your war and ask for something below.]

"Oh?" Fan Qingfeng's eyebrows immediately raised.

Good boy!

Want to join the Writers Association?

ha!

Then I won't kill you?

...

What does a girl’s boudoir look like?

In most cases, actually...

More messy than boys!

Li Yan stood there, looking at Xiaogao's room uncontrollably.

First of all, he admitted that he was not a good bird, and that things were thrown around.

Here is Xiaocai, although the things are not messed up by themselves.

But there are so many things!

No matter how chaotic a boy is, he will only eat, drink, defecate and sensation.

But girl, you don’t know what she can create.

First of all, there is the makeup area on the dressing table. The bottles and jars here must be nearly 100 in size, big and small, tall, short, fat, thin and colorful, with everything from flat to columnar objects.

How do women distinguish between these lipsticks?

In addition, there are also the stacked clothes area, plush toy area, the disassembled express area, the express area waiting for returns, the things you can't understand at all, and the things you dare not look at...

Li Yan originally had some research on socks, especially pantyhose.

But seeing the piles of people thrown in the basket, I suddenly didn't like it that much.

Let’s look at Xiaogao himself again.

Lying on the bed, covering the upper body with a quilt, and fat pajamas with lower body... were exposed outside.

The astringent little cake teacher has disappeared.

This side should not be seen.

Li Yan didn't speak or look at her. He just put down the things in his hand and pulled over the chair and sat down.

After a long time, Xiaogao shook for a while and hugged in the quilt and said, "Why don't you... speak..."

"I'm waiting for you to say it." Li Yan chuckled.

"I...I said sorry..."

"Not this."

"What are you going to listen to?"

"Listen to what you want to say."

"I... just want to say sorry..."

"Is that so, think about it again." Li Yan picked up the mouse, "I have a lot of time, let's see what your D drive has first."

"No!!!" Xiao Gao turned over and killed him like a big elastic ball, and instantly pulled out the power supply. His movements were so agile that he didn't look like a fat man.

"Hu...hu...hu...hu..." She stood there like a disaster, glaring at Li Yan aggrievedly, "Why are you like this, Teacher Wild Dog!"

"Ha." Li Yan raised his head and smiled foolishly, "It's very smooth when we drive together. Why can't we watch D drives?"

"Can that be the same?" Xiao Gao sat back on the bed angrily. Just as she was about to say something, her head drooped down and covered her body and said, "I'm really sorry... I'm delaying the Chinese New Year with my neighbor... It's not used, it's really not used, so... let me rot..."

"That's right. If I don't come, Jiangbao will come by himself. Can you imagine the consequences?"

Xiaojiu suddenly hugged her chest and shivered.

It seemed as if I heard someone downstairs shouting her name with a loudspeaker.

"Okay, I'm here." Li Yan then pulled the chair to Xiao Gao, "The few people who can empathize with you are right in front of me. Tell me all the sad things."

"Wild, Wild Dog Teacher... I should have been scolded, and I wasted time for people like me..." Xiao Gao's face suddenly turned into a lump, and she wiped the corners of her eyes and said, "You are so gentle... so gentle..."

In the blink of an eye, she covered her face and cried again.

Finally, he simply pulled the quilt and covered himself again, and said rumbling like a big tent monster.

"Sorry, Wild Dog Teacher..."

"I'm so uncomfortable writing every word now..."

"I probably don't deserve to do this..."

“It’s not just those comments…”

"Teacher Anxi told me...there is only 430 reading now..."

"You know, that's all the subscriptions at most..."

"Every word is clearly sting...every plot has to be thought about for a long time..."
To be continued...