Mu Qiu was surprised that she, a complete newbie, actually had her own fan group.
Although the types of fans she ntioned were a bit odd, the joyful bubbles from the depths of her heart burst one after another, making her feel like a barren tree sprouting new leaves, leaving no room for her to worry about this.
She took off the pen cap, smiled, and her tone softened while she asked the other party.
"Where should I sign? What should I write?"
"Here."
The round-faced girl turned red, turned around, and laboriously indicated the clothes on her back.
She was quite young, and she joined the program group through connections to broaden her horizons. Usually, she just did things like delivering als and drinks. To bring Mu Qiu her al, she had to negotiate with other staff mbers for this exchange opportunity, while the other party delivered als to Cheng Zhirang and didn’t mind agreeing to the swap.
Mu Qiu’s pen tip hovered over her back clothes twice and then asked, "What ssage would you like?"
The round-faced girl thought for a mont and said, "Just write — I promise to update the extra story for ’Longing for a long ti,’ to Yuan ng."
Mu Qiu’s hand paused abruptly before writing.
"......"
Have new readers now learned this bad habit too?
Chasing for updates all the way to the hotel for the program group, what can I say?
However, given that among thousands of fans, she’d finally co across one of her readers, she didn’t have the heart to refuse, so she closed her eyes and begrudgingly signed the ssage with a mixed expression.
Even after signing, it wasn’t enough. The girl nad Yuan ng asked her, "Qiuqiu, do you want to take a picture of this ssage?"
"...Why?"
"Take a picture and post it on Weibo."
"So everyone knows I’ve been chased to the hotel for updates?"
Yuan ng laughed, "Let everyone know you’ve promised to update the extra story."
"......Alright."
In the end, the simple al exchange turned into a signature event to prove her intention to update via Weibo.
After the person finally waved goodbye happily and left, Mu Qiu carried the al box into the room, closed the door, and stood in place shaking her head, still feeling a bit amused.
Forget it, post it on Weibo.
She put the full al box aside, picked up the phone, and posted on Weibo.
[Fire Man @Mu Qiu: Blink blink, everyone should know I’m being kidnapped now, right? /Picture]
After posting, she left the phone on but unscreened and picked up the al box, opening the smaller boxes while keeping an eye on the activity on Weibo.
It was indeed quite abundant.
In addition to the program group’s two-at-two-vegetable-one-soup al, there was a box of Little Paradise’s specialty lobster tail, a box of fruit mix, and a cup of tea filled with what seed like fresh ingredients.
Unsure about which one Cheng Zhirang bought with his own money.
She opened the program group’s al box, inserted a straw into the tea, stacked the lobster tail and fruit mix on the left side. No matter what Cheng Zhirang bought, she definitely couldn’t finish all the food. Eating sothing filling was enough; the rest might need to be discreetly disposed of with black plastic bags.
After hastily finishing the al, opening the window for ventilation, there were already comnts under her Weibo post, and they kept pinging.
Mu Qiu washed her hands, rinsed her mouth, and returned to check her phone.
[Hope you keep your promise, I’ve already got evidence of your vow]
[I knew it, authors who don’t update will eventually be kidnapped in sacks]
[Even if you blink your eyes blind, I won’t save you, get working quickly]
[See, this is the consequence of not updating for too long; readers grow up to work at program groups and chase updates]
[Qiuqiu, did you get hurt today? Watching you leave the cara, were you going to find a doctor?]
[Isn’t it more tiring doing a variety show? I see you dozing off at the end]
[After recording the show, isn’t staying ho writing and chatting with us better?]
[You used your voice a lot today, didn’t you?]
[My ears got scared too; Li Yang’s scream made jump through the screen]
[Hahaha, so funny! The army chasing for updates is already surrounding the author herself?]
[Your biology trivia content shocked , is your next book’s protagonist gonna be a scientist?]
...
Don’t trust anything, every sentence is pushing for updates, Mu Qiu ntally reminded herself.
Then her finger hit the comnt asking about the injury, replying with a sentence.
[No, just lightly bumped my head, wasn’t going to see a doctor.]
The reader quickly replied.
[That’s good, so you can work on your writing, right?]
[......]
She just knew it! Everything said was fake! Every click leads to pushing for updates!
Mu Qiuxin was so frustrated, she couldn’t even be bothered to roll her eyes, and for now, she didn’t want to see those familiar nas.
She simply exited and browsed today’s new updates.
Her following section was full of new ssages, all from newly followed people posting hot Weibo updates, with alarmingly high comnts and likes.
[Guan Yu V: While eating, I thought about clearing everything; it was so depressing I couldn’t enjoy my milk tea anymore.]
The picture shows today’s dinner, with milk tea drunk to the bottom.
She comnted below.
[So you drank it so clean, was it because you then thought Li Yang is even worse off?]
Guan Yu seed to be constantly on Weibo and imdiately replied to her.
[Yeah hahaha, Yangyang is on his way!]
Li Yang ca as soon as ntioned.
[Why are you hurting here? My lobster tail was ordered in vain, right?]
The two people’s fans laughed in various ways below.
Mu Qiu paused, looked at the lobster tail on the table, so this was bought by Li Yang.
So she glanced at the milk tea cup and fruit mix; one of these was bought by Cheng Zhirang?
She exited Guan Yu’s Weibo, slid down, and found Cheng Zhirang’s Weibo.
[Cheng Zhirang V: A bit sudden.]
Just these simple four words, without a picture, yet comnts reached ninety thousand within a short half-hour.
However, the content upfront was quite uniform — mostly ah ah ah and calling him "brother, brother."
She suspected they were all farming experience points.
It wasn’t until the later comnts that so fans were a bit more rational and asked questions.
[What do you an a bit sudden, brother?]
[Was the female guest’s scream a bit sudden, brother hahaha]
[Was your heart stirring, brother~]
[Brother, seems you looked at Mu Qiu quite a few tis today]
Upon seeing this comnt, Mu Qiu couldn’t help but pause.
Did Cheng Zhirang look at her many tis today? It seed today’s only ti he looked at her more noticeably was when he suddenly stayed on her after getting off the big swing at the end.
However, she still didn’t know why Cheng Zhirang looked at her briefly this afternoon, whether he sensed her burning gaze?
Or maybe she could make a beautiful dream even before turning off the lights?
As ti trickled away, the night grew darker in Little Paradise, the hotel on the 12th floor beca quieter, with weary ones preparing for sleep while those still energetic started to revel.
In a dwelling in Hai City, a soon-to-be-exploding hot topic was still being processed, aiming at the na at the top of the trending list.
——————
Indeed, Qiuqiu painfully subscribed to a mbership to change her na.
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