After the singing competition, the freshmen dispersed on the spot, and another day passed in such a fulfilling way.
On the way back to the dormitory, Li Mo, who was walking among the crowd, could clearly feel that he was being watched by many people.
There were many people pointing at him, with envy, jealousy and contempt in their eyes.
"Damn, you are passively attracting attention again!"
Although this is a very pretentious thought and emotion, it is indeed Li Mo's true emotion.
He suddenly remembered what Jiang Tianyang, who was holding a cigar, said to Chen Haonan on the yacht in "Young and Dangerous":
"You used to be a young and Dangerous boy, wearing a vest and jeans and holding a machete in your hand."
"Now that I wear a suit and tie, I meet all the important people. How nice it is."
"In today's society, you have to be low-key when you are a person, and you have to be high-profile when it comes to making money!"
This is how Li Mo feels now. He just wants to live a low-key life and make money in a high-profile way.
Because people are too famous, sometimes it is really not a good thing and it is easy to make enemies.
If it affects the speed at which he makes money again, then the gain outweighs the loss.
"Li Mo!"
At this time, a voice suddenly sounded from behind Li Mo.
He looked back and saw Chu Fuling's roommate Sun Shulan standing in the shade of a tree looking at him.
"Is something wrong?"
Li Mo walked to the shade of the tree, looking a little confused.
Sun Shulan squinted at the casual Li Mo, pursed her lips and remained silent for a few seconds before speaking:
"Ya Nan and the others don't want me to come to you, but I think I still need to talk to you."
"I don't want to know what kind of relationship you have with those seniors, and I don't want to hear your explanation."
"I just want to tell you that if you want to continue with Chu Chu, please cut off contact with them as soon as possible."
"Otherwise, Yanan and I will never allow you to be with Chu Chu, so you should do it yourself!"
After finishing her words, Sun Shulan turned around and left without giving Li Mo a chance to speak.
Li Mo stared at Sun Shulan's back, with ten thousand grass and mud horses galloping in his heart.
"Damn it, is it my fault?"
"I just said I wanted to keep a low profile, but my strength doesn't allow it."
"After all, he is so handsome, comparable to the ordinary Condor Hero, what can I do?"
"It's impossible for me to wear a mask to school every day, right?"
Besides, I’m here to make money, make money, make money! Why is it that I seem to be just here to roam among the flowers!
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After returning to the dormitory and changing his clothes, Li Mo opened his laptop and connected to the Internet to receive two emails.
During the singing competition just now, Hu Wenjing, the president of the literary club, and Feixue each sent him a QQ message.
'Feixue' means that I have painted three new paintings for him to see how they are doing.
Hu Wenjing also said that he had written three sad diversion posts and sent them to his mailbox.
There was pride in the words, and he was reminded to prepare tissues in advance.
Li Mo smiled faintly and clicked on Hu Wenjing's post.
Huh, you asked me to prepare tissues in advance. You really looked down on me.
I've already sealed my heart with cement, and you still want to make me cry with just words?
Keep a tissue ready in front of the computer, it might come in handy when looking at the painting of 'Flying Snow'...
But after looking at the computer screen for a minute, Li Mo really had the urge to use a tissue.
He wanted to try to see if the paper towels could erase all of Hu Wenjing's words.
A 2,000-word post is divided into eight paragraphs.
It is filled with long paragraphs of narration, describing in detail the sad state of mind of the heroine after being dumped by a heartless man.
Looking at the entire post, there are only four dialogue lines in total, one of which is a modal particle.
As for the text about drainage, it is even less pitiful. I only wrote a short sentence at the end:
Jingya's tears turned into poetry, and she posted the gift given to her by Junhao on the pick-up website with stubbornness and sadness. When everything was over, her tears had blurred the screen.
"..."
Damn, three posts are all about this kind of thing, and the 6,000 words are too small.
How dare you earn me sixty for this thing?
Isn't this a scam?
Li Mo organized his language and sent a QQ message back to Hu Wenjing:
'President Hu, your post is very well written. You are like a magician with words. It touches people's hearts and makes my pants wet. '
'Well, wet with tears. '
The other side responded quickly:
'Haha, I can't tell that my junior is still a temperamental person. '
'In this case, I will continue to provide you with this type of article. Ten yuan per thousand words, junior fellow, you are getting a big deal. '
Seeing Hu Wenjing's reply, Li Mo had the urge to smash the keyboard and quickly lit a cigarette to calm down:
'President Hu, although your post really made people and gods cry, but you also know that my website is just a place for selling second-hand goods. '
'A masterpiece of your type can only attract discerning high-end people, and may not have an obvious effect on ordinary people like me. '
Hu Wenjing frowned and replied:
'what do you mean? '
'I mean, what you're writing now is so high-end, so it's better to write more bloody stories. '
'For example, one foot in two boats, mistress, and so on. Ordinary people like me still prefer to see these. '
After Li Mo sent these two messages, he immediately received an angry reply from Hu Wenjing:
'Junior Li! You are really vulgar! I don’t even know what a shocking gem of words is! I guess I saw the wrong person! '
After receiving this sentence, Hu Wenjing's QQ avatar turned gray, either offline, or Li Mo was deleted directly.
Li Mo chuckled and didn't bother to verify which one it was. He closed the dialog box and clicked on the 'Flying Snow' painting.
He is in urgent need of watching some exciting and thrilling drama.
At this time, Ou Junxing called.
Li Mo was a little worried after seeing it, fearing that Hu Wenjing would use his status as president to cancel the cooperation.
But his worries were unnecessary. Ou Junxing told him that the first batch of manuscripts had come out and it would be up to him to see when he had time to go over and review the contents.
This was something Li Mo didn't expect, as he couldn't tell that Ou Junxing's efficiency was quite high.
After chatting for a while, the two decided to meet at the literary club after dinner.
Just after hanging up the phone, the other three sluts from 404 also came back.
The reason why they are so much slower than Li Mo is that they must be watching girls while walking.
"Hey! Lao Mo, you are walking very fast! We were looking for you just now."
As soon as Guo Daxia came in, he didn't even have time to drink the water before he started making shabu-shabu with Li Mo:
"If it were me and you, I would have to wander around twice no matter what, just to experience the feeling of being under the spotlight."
"But don't tell me yet, you are really famous. We heard a lot of people talking about you along the way, saying that you were too pretentious and frowned at the goddess."
Shao Wenhua drank half a bottle of water and joined in:
"But don't be too proud. Most people outside are scolding you, and many people say you are ugly."
Hearing this, Li Mo laughed and cursed:
"Hua Zi, you are so obviously jealous."
"I seriously suspect that you have a switch in your ear. You can only hear people scolding me, but not people saying I'm handsome."
"Fuck! Brother Mo! What are you looking at?"
Liu Kun exclaimed and noticed the paintings on the screen of Li Mo's notebook.
Guo Daxia looked curious and came closer, his pupils shrinking instantly:
"Damn it! Lao Mo, no wonder you are so anxious to go back to the dormitory!"
"So you want to masturbate while no one is setting up the cannon! You even have the paper ready."
"????"
