"I'm so stupid, really."

Jiang Miao raised his eyes without any spirit and continued.

"I just knew that in March, my dad didn't know how I discovered about my novel writing, and told the counselor about my novel writing, but I didn't know that the counselor also shared it with the teacher in the news center."

"And this is not the end. So early in the morning, my parents rushed to support their son's novels in their circle of friends. When they asked several of my relatives, they found out that this was nothing. They had already promoted it in various relatives."

"Now... school, family, friends, and relatives all know that I secretly wrote love novels in private..."

At this moment, Jiang Miao's face was no longer filled with despair, and there was only the numbness left behind after his despair, and he seemed to have lost his soul.

At this time, Su Huaizhu, who had listened to him chatting, could no longer control his voice, and laughed out loudly "Hahahahahaha".

The two were still sitting on the bench under the shade of the ginkgo forest that Jiang Miaoshe met last time, facing away from the administrative building.

Jiang Miao's sitting posture was quite loose at this time, and his whole body collapsed on the chair, his butt half sat on the edge of the chair, and his body was half paralyzed there.

The back of his head hit the back of the chair, his eyes stared at the gap between the shade, as if he would at any time pass by the sunlight through the gap.

Su Huaizhu is much more normal. He supports his hands on both sides, leans forward, shaking his legs, as if he is listening to gossip, and laughs from time to time.

But even such gloating laughter was still pleasant to hear Jiang Miao's ears. After he came to his senses, he could only look helpless and sighed with a failed look on his face, "Senior sister, you don't comfort me."

"Sorry, sorry..." Su Huaixiang tried hard to stop her smile, but she still couldn't hide her smile on her beautiful face. The curves of the corners of her lips and eyes revealed her mood for watching the fun at this time. "Anyway, it's all happening. As a human being, you still have to look forward."

"It's easy to say..." Jiang Miao sighed long. When he thought of everyone who saw him in the future, he would chat about his novels with a smile, read out his book title, or call his pen name, and he would get goosebumps all over his body.

If such things gradually become a normal state, Jiang Miao feels that he is afraid he will lose control.

It is not far from precipitating extraordinary substances.

If this is in the mysterious world, he doesn't know what the skill is the extraordinary item he precipitated after his death, but the side effect must be that the carrier will often fall into a state of social death.

Thinking of this, it is really sad and ridiculous.

Jiang Miao couldn't help but feel sad. When his head tilted, he leaned on Su Huaizhu's shoulder weakly and fragilely.

Su Huaizhu rarely met a junior in this state. It felt very fresh. He hugged his shoulders very generously, patted his head, and comforted him: "Actually, it's not as exaggerated as you think. After a while, everyone will not always remember this kind of thing."

"Yeah?"

"Yes." Su Huaizhu nodded and continued to try his best to understand, "In fact, people are creatures with excessive self-awareness. They always feel that they are very eye-catching in the eyes of others. Whatever they do will cause various reactions from others."

"But actually let's think about it yourself. If one of your classmates was exposed to write a more shameful love novel, what would you do?"

"Are you just curious, learn about it, and talk to your classmates about this gossip. Everyone laughed for a while, and they forgot after a while?"

"So we don't have to be so pessimistic."

"Senior sister, you are quite good at comforting people." Jiang Miao's head rubbed into his senior sister's arms again, and he was completely immersed in his senior sister's broad mind.

This is not the first time that the two of them have been like this.

Su Huaizhou just blushed slightly, so she hugged Jiang Miao's head without caring, and even exerted a little force, secretly enjoying the oppression of being leaned into her arms by her junior pillow.

It seems that the body and mind are filled.

When a boy's fragile side is presented to girls, it is easy to inspire girls' maternal glorious side.

Of course, the premise is that this boy is not annoying.

"Senior sister, then if you think about it from the perspective of others," Jiang Miao suddenly thought of a question and asked, "If the more exposed paintings you usually paint are exposed between school classmates and family and relatives, don't you care?"

Su Huaizhu: "???"

"What do you want to do?" Su Huaizhou pushed Jiang Miao away in his arms, and asked with a dark face, "I'll tell you, don't curse me."

I was originally thinking about comforting my junior, but after I finished comforting her, I said this to her?

Could it be that the society died to the extreme, so I wanted to pull her into the water, right?

Thinking of this, Su Huaizhu suddenly felt that his junior hated him.

"Cough cough..." Jiang Miao touched his nose, still savoring the residual smell at the tip of his nose, and smiled a little embarrassedly, "I just asked that, but there is nothing else."

"Hmph, who knows?" Su Huaixiang turned his head, a little angry.

When I think about the thought of my own paintings being exposed, my roommates, classmates, family and relatives knowing them... Su Huaizhou was a little chilling just thinking about that picture.

Although he was very polite when comforting his junior, if such a thing came to him, Su Huaizhu would definitely not be able to stand it.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have laughed so happily when Jiang Miaoshe died.

The happier the person involved is.

Fortunately, Jiang Miao has experienced many battles in this regard. From senior sister to Chen Haotang to Wang Zinc, it can be considered that he has barely adapted to social death.

If Jiang Miao had given him such a big one as soon as he came up, he would probably not be able to bear it.

It seems that it's okay now.

"Why don't you go home today?" Su Huaixiang suggested, "Let's relax and I'll cook!"

Jiang Miao thought about it and said that this Thursday, the afternoon is closed, and neither of them has classes in the evening. He can indeed spend the night at the senior sister's house, and by the way, he can avoid the gossip of classmates.

So he nodded happily in agreement.

In fact, just after Sun Yumeng asked him to talk about the news center interview in the morning, the rumor that Tao Jiang was Jiang Miao was already spread in various classmates.

Originally, this matter was only circulated in the teacher's circle, and most students didn't know it.

But when the teacher at the News Center heard about this, he had a little in-depth understanding of Mitao Jiang's grade. After finding that he could enter their column, he handed it over to the classmates in the News Center.

Now, a group of students found out and the matter spread completely.

Jiang Miao doesn’t usually add other miscellaneous groups, but Xun Liang adds a lot.

Just now, Xun Liang shared the chat records in several groups, including WeChat, QQ, takeaway group, leisure goods sharing group, milk tea delivery group, and express delivery group, all of which are spreading this.

By the time Xun Liang shared it with Jiang Miao, there was already a chat record in the chat record, and there were three or four layers in total.

Jiang Miao has turned off his phone in despair now and just wants to follow his senior sister back to the safe haven to lick his wounds.

The two of them had nothing to take. They returned to Jingjiangshan Mansion with ease and went to the fresh food supermarket to buy some vegetables. After returning home, Su Huaizhu brought the vegetables into the kitchen.

Since I was with my junior, this place has finally tasted like home.

When Su Huaizhu was a freshman, although she could come back here every weekend, she rarely came. Instead, she prefers the lively atmosphere in the dormitory.

But now whenever you have free time, Su Huaizhu likes to pull Jiang Miao back here and enjoy the world of two people alone.

For Su Huaizhu alone, the space of more than 80 square meters is particularly large, which makes people unable to help but feel lonely and desolate.

But for the two of them, although this space is not small, it has already become life-long and completely abandons the lonely atmosphere.

Su Huaizhu enjoyed this atmosphere very much, and even learned to cook a lot of dishes from Jiang Miao. Now he is a little chef who can stand alone in the kitchen.

After entering the house, Jiang Miao ignored the kitchen and walked straight into the guest bedroom. He turned on the computer and planned to empty it. He wrote the summary of the end of the book that he had not had time to write in the morning, and handed the kitchen to his senior sister.

The third volume of the wedding chapter is the shortest one among the three volumes, with only about 200,000 to 300,000 words.

The main reason is that I have no experience and can only find relevant information from various books.

Jiang Miao needs to understand all the details of getting a marriage certificate, the things that need to be prepared, the preparations before marriage, the process at the time of marriage, and the relevant knowledge of girls' pregnancy.

Moreover, this kind of understanding is often just superficial and pure knowledge content without daily details. It can be copied directly into the novel, which will only make the plot seem boring.

Therefore, Jiang Miao also needs to perform secondary processing here.

If Jiang Miao had experienced the above himself, he might have written better and more.

But as far as Jiang Miao, who is just in his freshman year, there are many things in his life that he has never experienced before.

Jiang Miao was already satisfied to be able to write to this level.

When I got married to my senior sister in the future and had experience, if I would write similar plots in the future, Jiang Miao would definitely be able to get this kind of plot at that time.

Anyway, since his identity has been exposed in the school, Jiang Miao no longer hid when he finished the summary at the end of the book, and he unscrupulously shared the existence of his senior sister with his book friends.

Since they have all died of the society, it wouldn’t be too much to let me spread some dog food?

Jiang Miao thought so, and his hands typing on the keyboard became faster and faster, and he almost stopped it.

Fortunately, Su Huaizhu came in and called him after cooking, and Jiang Miaocai let go of the keyboard without feeling satisfied.

After lunch, Jiang Miao went to wash dishes, and Su Huaizhu went back to the bedroom to start painting.

Now the two have a basic tacit understanding and each has their own independent space and time.

When Jiang Miao was typing, Su Huaizhu would not disturb him at will.

On the other hand, when Su Huaizhu was painting, Jiang Miao would not make trouble.

Nowadays, Su Huaizhu has a little bit of fame in the circle of painters, and the price of taking orders is also rising steadily.

If it is a order that is connected with some studios or companies, the price of one order can reach four digits. If the requirements are higher, it can even reach three to four thousand.

However, this price is relatively rare. Su Huaizhu has only received it twice, and it is quite time-consuming and labor-intensive, which is a big test for her current level.

As for the price, even tens of thousands or six-digit orders, it is not something that a painter of Su Huaizhu can take.

At least they are more famous painters in the circle or studios specially opened around famous painters, so they are able to take on such orders.

Su Huaizhu still has a long way to go in this regard.
To be continued...