National School Prince Is A Girl

Internet writer?

After seeing these four words, Bo Jiu's first reaction was that the prickly youth told himself that the female mage on the same field with them was planning to buy a hot search to deal with an online writer.

She flicked her mouse.

There are words behind.

"I don't know how to persuade her. She asked me a question today and made me feel that there was no way to answer. She said," Sister Turtle, why didn't those people blame a thief, but condemned me instead? " Is the text wrong? Am I wrong in defending my original rights? I know clearly that there is nothing wrong, but I have no way to explain the comments to her, those comments saying that she is hype. The infringer first says that he is I really love Fan, I started to write the same humanities, and then used it as a cornerstone to steal the whole frame and publish the book. I used to persuade my friends to bear with me, this industry is like this, people do n’t care about hurting original creators. I I always thought that a person ’s talents will not be stolen, but until today, I found that I was wrong. I did n’t protect her. I know how much she likes this industry because she likes it too much. I do n’t understand, why is this? She is not afraid of being copied or how shameless the infringer is. She is afraid that one day, this industry is proud of supporting infringement. What about those who want to write good articles? What? Should it be stolen and silent? She asked them, and said to herself with her head down, nobody cared. "

"Yes, nobody cares ..."

In the last sentence, Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows and moved his fingers slightly.

The last time she saw these six words, she was still on the fifth track.

The guy who loves to lie on her body still has blood on her letter.

"Nine, did you know that no one ever cared about what happened to the girls who were violated, they would say you see, she is developing so well, no wonder they will be targeted, maybe there is something wrong with them, they will not Say that the beast is the most deserved. Nine, why this world is like this, I am asking myself every day, asking to sit up in the middle of the night and looking at the daze outside, I am afraid to make a sound, because once said, People who help beasts will appear, and they will say, it ’s your problem. No one cares that you are dripping with blood when you speak, yes, no one cares ... "

Bo Jiu closed his eyes and opened them again.

It seemed as if I could still see the last sentence.

"I'm so happy, there are still people in this world that you will care about. Nine, no, Z, don't become completely black in the future."

When Bo Jiujiu's fingers pressed hard and looked at the screen again, his eyes had changed.

She typed very fast, and typed a few words.

It is a pity that the person on the other side of the computer is not there.

The sky outside the window has begun to have light.

When Bo Jiu stood up and walked out of the basement, there was only one more USB flash drive in his hand.

It seems that one should go to school.

See what happened to Li Xue.

As for the gift of the Great God, she will give it in person.

Bo Jiu raised his eyes and glanced at the clock hanging on the living room. He could not sleep for an hour. He simply found a sofa to sleep.

Wait until it is really dawn.

When Chen Xiaodong came out of his room, he saw a young man in a school uniform sitting on the sofa and yawning.

Chen Xiaodong was shocked: "Master, don't you train today?"

"Training, go down." Bo Jiu stood up, grabbed a piece of bread in his hand, dang in his mouth, and then carried the diagonal shoulder bag, and slapped behind him, from head to tail.

Chen Xiaodong looked at his young master's dress and couldn't even eat breakfast, and hurriedly followed Bo Jiu out of the house.

From the beginning of the regional competition, Bo Jiu rarely appeared in the school.

So, when people once again saw the skating skateboard, the slender figure, the silver-haired teenager.

Almost all the students in the first middle school are boiling.

The only thing that didn't welcome Bo Jiu was probably the goalkeeper.

Because the kid appeared, he had to look at the wall.

He is alone, so many places to see!

And will it be too crowded today!

The guards tried hard to maintain their majesty, but were shocked three times in a row by the waves of people.

Every girl who came running with her face on her face said, "Do you know? Jiudian is coming to school today!"

"Really? Where? Where is my male god ?!"

"Please, that's obviously my husband."

"Don't fight, isn't the national finals about to start? How can Jiudian come to school?"

"No matter what happened to him, the Nine Temples are here. It's the only thing to catch a living person to take pictures!"

"Ah, the Nine Temples, there!"

One of the girls stretched out her hand and pointed to the entrance of the fifth school building.

It is true that Bo Jiu is not wrong. The silver hair on that end is paired with straight facial features, and the people around the handsome boy are a little dazed.

Bo Jiu crossed the black skateboard with one hand and walked into the classroom.

"Ahhhh!" The screams came one after another.

No one can think of it. The man who was the most infamous before, even actually reached the national finals and became an e-sports star with millions of fans.

If the forum previously said that Bo Jiu was a school draft and there were objections, now, almost everyone defaults on the existence of this title.

Even when other schools say they only have nerds here, they do n’t have their handsome men.

They took a screenshot, whether it was a teenager playing a game, or a teenager reading a book while holding a lollipop.

"This is one of us, nerd?"

No!

The girls in each school are saying, "Principal, you owe me a Spade Z. If the big black sky is in our school, even if it rains and thunders, I will definitely not delay classes. I will report every day!"

Envying such a school grass in No. 1 Middle School has almost become the mantra of recent students.

So when Bo Jiu entered the campus, one could imagine how it would be.

"It's boring." A girl in the crowd sneered, and after passing by Jiu Jiu, sneered sarcastically: "Isn't it just playing a game, the face looks better, are these people so sought after? Have you forgotten? It does n’t matter what he used to look like.

The friend standing next to her paused: "Li Xue, it's not good for you to say that."

"Something's not so good." Li Xue pouted: "This kind of person can't do the usual game and will also falsify. I played a game with him last time, and his skills are just like that. What. "

"That's right." Two or three people who had a good relationship with Li Xue said: "It's not qualified at all, and it's very glassy. I heard that fans can't stand it. He is not good."

Li Xue smiled: "Isn't this just like someone? Okay, let's continue to play in the group tonight. My dad has prepared it for me. Not only will I write this book in the future, Put out all the things you wrote, as for that person, mad at her, ha ha ha. "

"Those people in the group didn't notice?"

"Perceive what? They support me, knowing this matter and think that the author is glass-hearted and has infringed on it, and she was wronged? I am not happy today, and I went into the group for a while and let them sing to me, these The kid is so coaxing. "

"Li Xue really has you, but I heard that the author seems a little dissatisfied, are we really okay? Now we have to go through legal procedures for infringement."

"With my dad there, I'm afraid of it. When the hot search comes up, I can't let her stay in this circle."

"Is this really okay? She has a lot of fans."

"How useful are the fans? Don't bother towards me, rest assured, let's do what we do, I have studied it, it's okay, the environment is like this, she can toss any sparks."

"That's fine."

Three people, each with a smug look on his face.

They are still thinking about how to further anger the original author.

Someone helped them anyway.

Their current position is "True Love Fan Defiled by the Original Author"

No one would think of them in this direction.

The original author was also stupid, who asked her to say it.

Isn't it just talking with them?

Really looking for death.

However, Li Xue's lips were thin, and she would be a writer in the future, waiting for her dad to pack her and make her angry.

Who knows who the woman is later.

By the way, if the woman dare to pierce in the future.

She said that the other party wanted to borrow her fire.

This trick is uncomfortable.

When Li Xue said these words, she didn't know what she said, and they were all recorded.

But it was Bo Jiu who recorded nothing else.

As for when the recording was put on Li Xue's school uniform, it was not difficult for Bo Jiu.

Passing by is enough to complete.

Listening to the sound from the mobile phone, Bo Jiu sat in the classroom, glanced at the English teacher who had just come in, swiped his finger, and registered the message.

But he didn't want to. There was a private letter sent faster than her: "It's too late."

"What does it mean to be late?" Bo Jiu fingered.

There was no news from that side.

Until the end of a class.

It was a crying voice: "She couldn't hold it, and left."

Bo Jiutu stood up and walked out, typing: "Send me your mobile phone number."

A string of numbers soon appeared on the page.

Bo Jiu called directly: "Where are you?"

"Police station." Sister Gui's voice sounded very heavy: "They said that she committed suicide, and they said that she was related to any memorial service."

Bo Jiu's eyes narrowed: "Girl's memorial service?"

"Yes." Sister Gui said with a hoarse voice: "I don't believe she will commit suicide. She can resist chemotherapy, how could she not be able to carry these things."

Bo Jiu didn't speak, she didn't know what to say, her eyes were empty.

On the other end of the phone, Sister Turtle was crying lower and lower.

nothing else.

Just crying.

There is another sentence: "I don't believe she will choose this method to end all this, why is it so."

Why is this happening?

When Bo Jiu held the body before, he asked himself the same question.

How uncomfortable it is.

Will it end in this way?

Isn't this world worth your nostalgia?

Even a little?

After that, Bo Jiu went to a psychologist.

The doctor smoked a cigarette and only said: "It's probably too desperate."

Bo Jiu looked at the phone, even now.

Someone left a message under the Internet writer.

"Just because you are wronged, is there nothing to write?"

"I think even if the other party really infringes you, you shouldn't be like that."

Bo Jiu closed his eyes, and for a moment, she was thinking that after so many years, how could she still be so useless, and let such things appear in front of herself.

She has no ability to stop.

Why not turn it all black.

Like those people, they will live happily.

This is the most authentic thought deep inside Bo Jiu's heart.

Even if you are black.

I would rather you live.

But Bo Jiu knew very well that some people would not, they could not find a way out, and would rather choose to understand, or carry these things and go on.

The distance from the school to the police station is not far away.

What Bo Jiu saw was sitting in a chair, hugging her turtle sister.

Tears seemed to stop, without crying, just stop.

Sister Turtle looked at the boy who came, and did not know what she was talking about. She probably just wanted to say it.

"She also promised me to go to watch you play with me, she said she wanted to see my favorite idol, what is so good, she also said she would accompany me to buy a skirt, she ... "

The last sentence.

Sister Turtle didn't finish.

Bo Jiu reached out and hugged the man whose shoulders were shaking slightly into his arms.

Losing is too painful.

In particular, the loss of my best friends from childhood.

That girl, who once taught you to treat her kindly.

But in her life, she has never been treated kindly.

Bo Jiu's hand was clenched into a fist, and his fingertip fell into the palm of his hand.

Sister Gui's cry was gone, but she still said: "She also cleaned the house and said to show her mother that she was doing well outside ..."

Bo Jiuwen said, suddenly raised his eyes: "You mean she cleaned the house? When did you clean it?"

"Last night." Sister Gui was silent in her emotions, and the answer was subconscious.

But Bo Jiu's problem was never subconscious.

Who will clean the room before committing suicide?

This is not logical at all.

There is hardly any pause.

Bo Jiu stepped aside and pressed a string of numbers skillfully.

The person answering the phone was wiping his hair, and the water was dripping down his pointed chin. He stepped barefoot on the wooden floor and wore a cotton-made house uniform.

The words Wen Ya Ru Yu are most suitable for him.

Not Hoshino I, who else can there be.

Bo Jiu's voice was soft: "Hoshino, I need you to check it for me ..."

In the latter part, Bo Jiu said even deeper.

After Hoshino heard it, he put the towel on the table, and the beautiful eyes brought out a bright light: "You don't think she committed suicide, but killed him."

"Yes." Bo Jiu did not deny: "So you need to find more detailed information to prove my idea."

"it is good."