C1 Electrocution Death

Nightfall slowly spread out. The temperature dropped as Ye Liangqiu walked towards the train station quickly with his umbrella and the backpack on his shoulders. Soon, the train arrived.

He quickly squeezed through the crowd and grabbed a seat. Sitting in the car, he let out a sigh of relief.

He stared blankly at the scenery outside the car window as it continuously retreated. His dark, clear eyes reflected the dark red light of the night outside the car window. The rain continued to flow across the glass, twisting and turning.

After a while, the mechanical woman's voice came from the car. Only then did he react to the situation and got off the car with an umbrella.

Hanging the bag behind the door and changing into a pair of slippers, he could clearly see the living room. There was an old refrigerator, a plastic kettle on a simple wooden table, and a glass cup.

Ye Liangqiu went back to his bedroom and opened his laptop. He opened an editor and quickly tapped on the keyboard.

To him, writing was not a tool for making money, but a friend who had accompanied him for many years and knew that he was lonely and understood his intentions.

"Di Di, Di — — Big Moon, when are you going to get any more written?!" Baby, I've been waiting for the flowers to bloom. " Looking at the comments from the readers, a smile appeared on Ye Liangqiu's face and his mood improved a lot.

When he continued to scroll down, Ye Liangqiu's face gradually turned dark, "Big, are you opposed to same-sex …" I think I might like you. "

"Big, are you going to take my attack or not?"

"Big, what did your old attack look like? Isn't he tall, muscular, and handsome? "

Ye Liangqiu typed out a long string of replies: I never write beautiful, much less homosexual, and I deeply hate homosexuals... When he got to the middle of the call, he looked at the words on the dialog box, then immediately pressed the enter button to delete it.

Damn it!

He recently posted a new article, but there was a writer of beautiful novels who, like his pseudonym, liked him and thought he was writing beautiful novels.

Even though he had explained it on Weibo, it wasn't very effective due to the long time interval.

Not only that, some of the more proficient computer technology people had unearthed his picture from there. This photo became the target of a large number of rotten girls' photos. The number of fans who fell off started to rise again, and there were also quite a few men who began to chat with him in private … This made Ye Liangqiu very angry and angry.

Ye Liangqiu felt that he couldn't concentrate on finishing his work tonight. After thinking about it for a while, he decided to take a look at the damn content written by that bastard who wrote the calligraphy and his pen name.

He quickly browsed through the pages and found nothing abnormal. His brush style was quite similar to his.

After reading for several chapters, there was nothing amiss. However, most of the descriptions in the article were of a handsome, seductive or cold youth.

After Chapter 10, he began to find out why so many beautiful youths were written down … It was all to pave the way for the back, the writer's brushstroke elegance wrapped hot complex emotions.

The further he looked, the hotter Ye Liangqiu's ears became. The bedtime scenes described in the novel were intense and chaotic, while the love and hate disputes between the characters were also intense.

He wanted to close the page several times, but he was a man of principle and never read half the pages.

It was already midnight and he didn't eat at night. He was too hungry. Ye Liangqiu was a bit conflicted, but he still went to the refrigerator to find something to eat.

The fridge was empty. Finally, he rummaged through the boxes and found the only thing he could eat, raw eggs, and only one.

Ye Liangqiu carefully held the egg in his hand as if he was afraid that he would miss something and the last of the food was also gone. He placed the egg into a bowl and placed it in a small electric cooker to stew the egg soup.

He sat in front of the computer with the bowl in his hand and read on. He would not admit that the novel had attracted him.

Ye Liangqiu's hand slipped and his bowl smashed into the keyboard. The egg soup spilled all over the table. Ye Liangqiu was startled and quickly wiped the computer with his clothes.

Looking at the indented keyboard, he was heartbroken. If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have eaten so much.

Ye Liangqiu turned off the computer and got a toothpick to pry up the indented button. After a long time, he turned the computer on. No matter how he pressed, the screen was black.

His living expenses were all earned through his part-time job. For the sake of this laptop, he had eaten instant noodles for three months.

Ye Liangqiu turned on the computer helplessly. The screen flashed on for a moment, then immediately went dark. He anxiously pressed randomly on the keyboard. When he pressed the button that had just been punched in, the electric shock caused it to fall to the ground.