The national school idol is a girl

Internet writer?

After Bo Jiu saw these four words, his first reaction was that the prickly-headed young man told him that the female mage who was on the same field with them planned to buy hot searches to deal with a certain Internet writer.

She moved the mouse.

There are words behind it.

"I don't know how to persuade her. She asked me a question today, which I felt I had no way to answer. She said, Sister Gui, why don't those people accuse a thief, but instead accuse me? I'll write it down Is it wrong for me to defend my own rights? I know very well that I am not wrong, but I have no way to explain those comments to her. Those who say that she is hyping up are the first ones to blame. I was a true fan and started writing fan fiction. I later used this as a foundation to steal the entire framework and publish it as a book. I used to advise my friends to be patient. This is how the industry is. People don’t care about hurting the original author. I always thought that a person’s talent would never be stolen, but today, I realized that I was totally wrong. I didn’t protect her well. I know how much she likes this industry, and just because she likes it so much, she always She doesn’t understand why? She is not afraid of being plagiarized, nor is she afraid of how shameless the infringers are. What she is afraid of is that one day, the industry will be proud to support infringement. What will they do if they only want to write good articles? What to do? You deserve to be stolen and you still want to remain silent? She asked this and said to herself, no one cares."

"Yeah, no one cares..."

The last sentence made Bo Jiu raise his eyebrows and move his fingers slightly.

The last time she saw these six words, she was still in the fifth lane.

The guy who liked to lie on her body still had blood stains on the letter he left for her.

"Nine, you know, no one cares about what happens to girls who are violated. They will say, look, she is developing so well, no wonder she is being targeted. Maybe there is something wrong with her. They won't I say that beast deserves it the most. 9. Why is the world like this? I ask myself every day. I sit up in the middle of the night and look outside in a daze. I am afraid to make a sound, because once I say it, People who help the beasts will appear, and they will say that it is your problem. No one cares that you are bleeding when you speak out, yes, no one cares..."

Bo Jiu closed his eyes and opened them again.

It seems like I can still see the last sentence before my eyes.

"I'm so glad that you still care about me in this world. Nine, no, Z. I must not become completely black in the future."

Bo Jiusu pressed his fingers hard, and when he looked at the screen again, his eyes had changed.

She typed very quickly and typed a few words.

Unfortunately, the person on the other end of the computer is not there.

The sky outside the window has begun to get brighter.

Bo Jiu stood up, and when he walked out of the basement, he only had a USB flash drive in his hand.

It seems that I should go to school.

Let’s see what’s going on with that Li Xue.

As for the gift from the great god, she will give it herself.

Bo Jiu raised his eyes and glanced at the clock hanging in the living room. Seeing that he couldn't sleep for an hour, he simply found a sofa to sleep on.

Wait until it's really dawn.

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

Chen Xiaodong was stunned: "Master, you won't train today?"

"Training, go down." Bo Jiu stood up, picked up a piece of bread, put it in his mouth, then picked up the one-shoulder schoolbag that was slung across his body and swung it behind him, from beginning to end.

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

Since the regional competition, Bo Jiu has rarely appeared in school.

So, when people saw the young man with a slender figure and silver hair who was skating on a skateboard again.

Almost all the students in the first college were boiling.

The only person who didn't welcome Bo Jiu was probably the guard guarding the door.

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

How could he see so many places by himself!

And it won’t be too crowded today!

The guard tried hard to maintain his dignity, but was attacked three times in a row by waves of people.

Every girl who came with her face in her hands was saying, "Did you know? Jiu Dian came to school today!"

"Really? Where is he? Where is my boyfriend?!"

"Please, that's obviously my husband."

"Stop arguing, aren't the national finals about to begin? How come Jiudian has time to come to school?"

"No matter what happened, Jiu Dian is here, and it's business to catch people alive and take pictures!"

"Ah, Nine Halls, over there!"

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

It was indeed Bo Jiu who was right. With his silver hair and tall facial features, everyone around the handsome young man was a little confused.

Bo Jiu walked into the classroom with one hand on his black skateboard.

Screams of "Ahhhh!" came and went.

No one could have imagined that the curvy man they looked down upon the most would actually reach the national finals and become an e-sports star with millions of fans.

If some people in the micro forum had objected to Bo Jiu being the school idol before, now, almost everyone has acquiesced in the existence of this title.

Even when other schools say they only have nerds here and are not as handsome as them.

They took a random screenshot, whether it was a boy playing a game or a boy reading a book with a lollipop in his mouth, it was enough to wipe out a group of school sweethearts on the other side.

"This is from our first hospital, too, nerd?"

Not really!

The girls in every school are saying: "Principal, you owe me a Z of Spades. If Mahakala is in our school, even if it rains and thunders, I will not delay classes and report here every day!"

Envying the first college to have such a school hero has almost become a mantra among students recently.

So when Bo Jiu entered the campus, one could imagine what the scene would be like.

"It's so boring." A girl in the crowd sneered. After passing by Bo Jiu, she sneered: "Isn't it just a game to have a prettier face? Are these people so popular? Have you forgotten? I don’t know what he was like before, he’s not worthy of being on the stage at all.”

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

"What's not so good?" Li Xue pouted and said, "This kind of person might also cheat in normal games. I played a game with him last time, and his skills were just like that. He's still a professional player." Woolen cloth."

"That's right." Two or three people who have a good relationship with Li Xue said: "He is not qualified at all. He is also very glass-hearted. I heard that he can't stand fans saying bad things about him."

Li Xue smiled: "Isn't this just like someone? Well, let's continue to play in the group tonight. My dad has prepared it for me. In the future, not only will the book I wrote be published, Publish all the things you wrote. As for that person, she will be so angry, hahaha.”

"Didn't those people in the group notice?"

"What did you notice? They supported me. When they found out about this, they felt that the author had a soft heart. She had done so many infringements, so she was the only one wronged? I was not feeling well today. I went into the group and asked them to sing to me. The kids are very playful.”

"Li Xue really has yours, but I heard that the author seems to be a bit unyielding. Are we really okay? Nowadays, infringement must go through legal procedures."

"With my dad here, what are you afraid of? When the hot search comes up, I will make it impossible for her to survive in this circle."

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

"How useful are fans? If they don't all turn to me, don't worry, we can do whatever we want to do. I've done the research, and it's okay. The general environment is like this. She can bring out any sparks."

"That's fine."

Three people, each with a proud look on their face.

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

Anyway, someone is helping them.

Their current position is "true fans who were slandered by the original author"

No one would think of them as peers.

The original author is also stupid, who asked her to say it out loud.

Wouldn't it be contrary to them to say it?

Really looking for death.

However, Li Xue curled her thin lips and realized that she would also be a writer in the future, waiting for her father to package her up and make her popular.

Who knows who that woman is in the future.

By the way, if that woman dares to prick her again in the future.

She just said that the other party just wanted to take advantage of her.

This trick is tried and true.

When Li Xue said these words, she didn't know that everything she said had been recorded.

The person who recorded it was none other than Bo Jiu.

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

A passing visit is enough to complete.

Listening to the sound coming from his cell phone, Bo Jiu sat in the classroom, glanced at the Federal Language teacher who had just walked in, and logged in the message with a swipe of his finger, planning to send this recording to Sister Gui.

But unexpectedly, a private message was sent to her faster than her: "It's already too late."

"What do you mean it's late?" Bo Jiu pointed his finger.

There was no further news from that side.

Until one class is over.

It was a crying voice: "She couldn't hold on anymore and left."

Bo Jiu stood up suddenly and walked out while typing: "Send me your mobile phone number."

Soon a series of numbers appeared on the page.

Bo Jiu called directly: "Where are you?"

"Police station." Sister Gui's voice sounded very deep: "They said she committed suicide, and they also said she was related to some kind of memorial ceremony."

Bo Jiu's eyes narrowed: "The girl's memorial?"

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

Bo Jiu didn't speak. She didn't know what to say, and her eyes were a little vacant.

On the other end of the phone was Sister Gui's cry getting lower and lower.

nothing else.

Just crying.

Another sentence: "I don't believe she would choose this method to end it all, why would it be like this."

Why is this happening?

In the past, when Bo Jiu was holding the corpse, he asked himself the same question.

How uncomfortable it is.

Will it end like this?

Isn’t this world worth your nostalgia?

Even a little bit?

After that, Bo Jiu went to see a psychiatrist.

The doctor smoked a cigarette and said only: "Maybe he is too desperate."

Bo Jiu looked at the phone, even now.

Someone else left a message below the online writer.

"You're just aggrieved. Don't you have anything to write about?"

"I think even if the other party really infringes on you, you shouldn't do this."

Bo Jiu closed her eyes. For a moment, she thought about how she was still so useless after so many years and let such a thing happen in front of her again.

But she had no ability to stop it.

Why not go all black.

Only by being like those people can you live happily.

This is Bo Jiu's truest thought deep in his heart.

Even if you are black.

I would rather you live too.

But Bo Jiu knows very well that some people don't know how to do it. They can't find a way out and would rather choose to understand, or carry on with these things.

It's not a long walk from the school to the police station.

What Bo Jiu saw was Sister Gui sitting on a chair, holding herself.

The tears seemed to be unstoppable, there was no crying, they just couldn't be stopped.

Sister Gui looked at the young man who was coming over and didn't know what she was talking about. She probably just wanted to say something.

"She also promised me that she would go with me to watch you play a game. She said she wanted to see what my favorite idol was like. She also said she would accompany me to buy a dress. She... "

The last sentence.

Sister Gui didn't finish her sentence.

Bo Jiu reached out and took the man with slightly trembling shoulders into his arms.

Losing is so painful.

Especially losing a close friend from childhood.

That girl once taught you to be kind to others.

But she has never been treated well by anyone in her life.

Bo Jiu's hands clenched tightly into fists, and his fingertips sank into his palms.

Sister Gui's crying stopped, but she still said: "She also cleaned the house and said she wanted her mother to see that she was living a good life outside..."

Hearing this, Bo Jiu suddenly raised his eyes: "You mean she cleaned the house? When did she clean it?"

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

But Bo Jiu's questions are never subconscious.

Who would clean their room before committing suicide?

This is not logical at all.

There was barely any pause.

Bo Jiu walked aside and pressed a series of numbers skillfully.

The person who answered the phone was wiping his hair, with water droplets dripping down his pointed chin. His bare feet were on the wooden floor. He was wearing cotton home clothes and had a clear look on his face.

The four words "gentle and jade" are most suitable for him.

If not Hoshino Kazuo, who else could it be.

Bo Jiu's voice was soft: "Xingye, I need you to help me check..."

What Bo Jiu said later became even more serious.

After hearing this, Hoshino put the towel on the table, his beautiful eyes shining brightly: "You think she didn't commit suicide, but committed suicide."

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

"good."

I thought I could write about sugar...Fourth update, okay, Ann