Except for the most basic things, Xiang Fengyu did not completely absorb all the memories of the original owner. Instead, they were stored in a computer. If you want to know something specific, you can retrieve it at any time.
Under the prompts of the system, Xiang Fengyu absorbed that small piece of memory in time.
The original owner not only had the same name as her, but also had the same hobbies.
It's just that Xiang Fengyu wrote the book for money, and the original owner just wrote it out of love.
Living in an environment that was rejected by everyone, no one talked to her, only words accompanied her. After reading too much, she naturally developed a hobby of writing, and she did have talent.
The book I wrote when I was sixteen became a hit not long after it was released, and became the eternal "White Moonlight" in many people's hearts. All kinds of copyrights were sold, and it was like a purple star falling from the sky.
She is the one who wrote the book, and she is also the one who created the characters, but these praises and honors have nothing to do with her.
【This is simply alarmist】
Xiang Fengyu's eyes turned completely cold.
The original owner wrote the book word for word on paper, but the manuscript disappeared after it was completed.
The original owner thought he was stupid and didn't know where he had lost it. Although he was heartbroken, he quickly cheered up and registered an author account called "Yeting Fengyu" to rewrite the electronic version, make corrections and publish it online.
The original owner, who was oblivious to what was going on outside the window and was busy writing a book, did not know that her hard work day and night had long been posted on the Internet, and she soon became a plagiarist.
Amidst the overwhelming scolding, the original author refuted that she had not plagiarized, but what she attracted was even more intense insults. Just when she persistently replied to everyone over and over again that she was the original author, the identity of the 'plagiarized' author exposure.
Xiang Shilan, the most beloved daughter of the Xiang family.
Pen name: Ye Lan
With her family background, beauty, and talent, Xiang Shilan quickly became the person every girl wants to live up to, and she is the most sought-after top author at the moment.
Even if the subsequent works cannot surpass the existence of the original one, readers are highly sticky and most of them are willing to continue to pay.
As for the original owner, his pen name was nailed to the pillar of shame because of plagiarism. Every time there was plagiarism in the Internet literary circle, Ye Ting Feng Yu would be pulled out and trampled on, so fiercely that even outsiders would be familiar with the name.
[So, the original owner’s manuscript was taken away by Xiang Shilan. She also took over the magpie’s nest, changed the protagonist’s name and posted it online, and put her own pen name on the back of the work]
I don't know if there is any residual consciousness in this body. Xiang Fengyu felt himself trembling, something was rushing wildly in his blood, and his eyes instantly turned red.
That was the first time the original owner mustered up the courage to confront his beloved sister.
But that resentment suddenly extinguished when he came into contact with the disgusted eyes of the three brothers who were protecting Xiang Shilan behind him.
No one will believe me.
That was the original owner's only thought at the time.
Xiang Fengyu was so angry that she burst into tears, and she also understood how stupid and naive it was for her to seek help from Xiang Xia.
With tears in her eyes, she happened to look at Yan Xingyue who was bleeding the chicken across from him with clean and neat movements.
The opponent's hand was full of bright red blood, which snaked along the back of his white hand to the ground, but he didn't seem to care. He just tilted his head slightly and looked at Xiang Fengyu, whose expression changed wonderfully in just a few minutes.
The sobs in Xiang Fengyu's throat stopped immediately.
Then he wailed in a hoarse voice: "Yueyue, you would rather tie up the chicken than tie me up——"
"Why on earth-"
"It's really heartbreaking. How can I transplant it to you in the future?"
Xiang Fengyu was like Zhen Huan who finally had a reason to cry after learning about Huanbi's death.
Yan Xingyue: "......"
I feel as helpless as a eunuch visiting a brothel.
Carrying the chicken, Yan Xingyue ignored Xiang Fengyu who was still crying and asking why he didn't tie her up, and went straight back to the kitchen.
"Oh, for a sexy person like me, I really can't stand looking at these things."
After sorting out his emotions, Xiang Fengyu exited the app and wiped his tears.
Finally, when he turned around and went back, he saw Yan Xiaobing Yangzi washing his hands and throwing the still-not-dead chicken into the pot to start cooking.
Xiang Fengyu cried again.
Old men, you saw the living King of Hell in broad daylight.
"I'm convinced dad, this is not how this stuff is cooked."
With tears hanging from the corners of Xiang Fengyu's eyes, he forgot that the person in front of him was a murderous little madman, so he rushed over and rescued the chicken that was still breathing and bleeding.
Yan Xingyue stood aside and watched her movements without saying a word, his dark eyes seemed a little confused.
To him, food is good as long as it is cooked, the taste is not important.
Thinking that the Yan family had been bankrupt for many years, it would be great if Xiaoyangzi could survive alone, Xiang Fengyu sighed.
"This is for you to play with, and you can stay there while you're at it."
Xiang Fengyu plucked a chicken feather and stuffed it into his hand. He pushed his hips hard and knocked Yan Xingyue to the side.
Yan Xingyue lowered his head and glanced at the chicken feathers in his hand, a rare blank look on his beautiful face.
He is...
Disliked?
Although Yan Xingyue often laughs at himself for being a sick boy, he is also arrogant and never allows himself to show weakness in front of others, nor does he want to be treated like a waste.
I don't know what came to mind, but Yan Xingyue really stayed aside quietly, playing with the chicken feather.
When Xiang Fengyu was a child, he grew up with his grandmother in the mountains. He was very good at handling livestock, and he was able to handle this chicken in a short time.
Looking at the empty kitchen, after all he wanted something to eat for himself, Xiang Fengyu took out the remaining one hundred yuan from his pocket and handed it to Yan Xingyue.
"Yueyue, go buy some onions, ginger, garlic, cooking wine, soy sauce, vinegar and salt. Remember to pick the cheap ones."
"Pay attention to cars when you walk. If they hit you, just lie down on the ground and vomit blood and make fun of them."
Yan Xingyue: "......"
In my memory, before the Yan family went bankrupt, he was almost treated as fragile. No one dared to mention the word "illness" in front of him, and there were always people watching over him when he walked.
Xiang Fengyu was better. Although he had a perverted admiration for her, his eyes showed no sympathy at all. He even asked him to run errands without any hesitation.
After a while, Yan Xingyue took the piece of paper money, turned around and left.
Xiang Fengyu was already prepared to be rejected, but when he saw that he actually left, he was stunned for a moment.
In fact, Xiang Fengyu didn't think much about it at all. She was not familiar with this place and didn't know where there was a supermarket. If she spoke rashly, Xiaoyingyangzi must have thought that she was going to run away. Then all the previous perversions were in vain.
System: What? You are acting! ?
Yan Xingyue left, and now she was alone, but Xiang Fengyu ran away in no hurry.
She knew it after reading that memory.
The original owner had no friends, and her family had 'sold' her. Even if she escaped, she would probably be sent back. The male protagonist would not let go of someone who seemed to know his secret.
System: [What to do]
Xiang Fengyu sighed: [Find a way to survive first and then make money]
In the original book, the male protagonist is not a person who kills innocent people indiscriminately. Now I can only find a way to gain his trust.
As for making money, she only knows how to write books, so she may have to return to her old career in this life.
System: [You can’t use your own ID card. Xiang Shilan finally achieved what she has now. Xiang’s family will not allow you to open a small account and write books to hinder her future]
Xiang Fengyu raised his lips and said, "Who said I want to play a trumpet?"
"Black and red are also red. It would be a fool not to take advantage of such huge traffic."
Moreover, she read the guide and found that signing up for this website was not easy and the time cost was too high. It was better to just use the original owner’s account with its own traffic.
Xiang Fengyu glanced at the list and observed the most popular characters currently.
What catches my eyes is 'a Buddhist son from the Beijing circle and a beauty from the fishing industry'.
She twitched the corners of her mouth, understanding in her heart, and tapped her fingers briskly on the screen.
An hour later, the entire internet community exploded.
After being ridiculed for years, the notorious plagiarist has released a new book!
When everyone rushed to the front line with emotions such as eating melons, ridiculing, insults, etc. and preparing to spray, almost everyone was dumbfounded the moment they opened the door——
"Wooden Fish"
Character: Buddhist son from Beijing X nun from Magic City
Summary of the story: Both return to secular life
