Capítulo 1589: Chapter 1589: Wu Di of the Anti-Fans (20)
An Ji couldn’t find it for a while, so Chuzheng walked to the door to look at him.
The boy, probably because he was anxious, had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and his belongings were turned up in a ss.
Hearing the sound of Chuzheng’s footsteps coming in, An Ji slightly raised his eyes: “I’ll find it soon, just wait for a mont.”
Chuzheng nodded, signaling him to continue.
The study wasn’t spacious, and Chuzheng looked at so photos on the wall next to the door.
They were all group photos, presumably graduation photos from different stages.
Chuzheng glanced over and couldn’t tell if An Ji was in them.
However…
The one in the middle that looked like a high school graduation photo seed a bit familiar?
Chuzheng took out her phone, opened the original owner’s social circle, and quickly scrolled down.
The original owner had the sa high school graduation photo…
It’s not quite accurate to say it’s the sa; only the school uniform and the school na are the sa.
Chuzheng checked the watermark ti on it; the one An Ji was hanging was a year earlier than the one the original posted.
So… An Ji is the original owner’s senior?
No!
What’s that girl up to!
The plot mories are really just plot mories, Chuzheng couldn’t completely receive this body’s previous thoughts.
“Found it.”
Chuzheng’s hand shook, quickly putting the phone back into her pocket.
“What were you looking at?”
Chuzheng pointed at the photo’s position, calmly asking: “Your graduation photo?”
An Ji looked over: “Hmm… this is my high school graduation photo. Why?”
Chuzheng asked casually: “Where are you?”
An Ji pointed at the edge: “Here… At that ti I was relatively short and got blocked.”
Chuzheng looked over; indeed, he was blocked, only showing half his face.
Chuzheng didn’t continue the topic.
An Ji ca out with a thick stack of A4 papers, the corners slightly worn, probably because they had been read by the owner.
He handed the stack of A4 papers to Chuzheng: “This was originally my first draft, but the editor said it wasn’t good, so I changed it, but I prefer this version.”
In the original owner’s mory of “Abyss of Sin,” Chuzheng quickly went through the original owner’s mories, generally knowing what it was about and the ending.
The main content is about the battle between an undercover cop and a societal big shot.
—not brotherhood, it’s a serious plot drama.
Because his storytelling ability is top-notch, even such a profound story is well-received by readers.
But Chuzheng thought about it, thinking those readers probably took it as brotherhood.
Considering the original owner’s mories contained a lot about this, even a long three-thousand-word essay condemning this point.
Chuzheng wasn’t quite sure of the content, she just knew the original owner stayed up all night writing those three thousand words.
This is black being too dedicated!
The threshold for being a ‘black’ is quite high.
Not just anyone can beco a qualified ‘anti-fan.’
Chuzheng turned to the first page, quickly skimd it; the storyline seems to change from the undercover’s identity exposure.
In the published book, once the undercover is discovered, he imdiately withdraws from the big shot’s side, starting a distant battle.
In the version she’s reading now, the undercover identity is exposed, yet he doesn’t leave and stays.
The setup is the big shot suspects him but hasn’t yet solid evidence, so the undercover stays, making the plot seem more thrilling this way.
Though the involved content might be a bit over the line.
Chuzheng read quickly; An Ji didn’t disturb her and calmly picked up a book, sitting beside her reading.
The word count isn’t extensive, Chuzheng quickly finished reading.
Totally different from his previous ending; in this version, the undercover dies, the big shot survives, and the last scene is the big shot offering flowers at the unnad tombstone for the undercover.
However, in the published book, the undercover completely takes down the big shot, uprooting the entire cri syndicate.
“Finished reading?” An Ji saw Chuzheng closing that stack of A4 paper and imdiately set down the book.
“Yeah.” Chuzheng placed it on the desk.
“Which ending do you think is better?” An Ji’s eyes sparkled as if wanting to hear Chuzheng’s opinion.
“I like this one.” Chuzheng said: “Why did you write it like this?”
A book’s ending usually ends with the protagonist of justice defeating evil forces.
Few people write it this way, unless there’s a sequel…
But judging from the layout and storyline of this book, the author himself has no intention of writing a sequel.
“Life is not perfect.” An Ji hugged the book, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the book cover: “Books too… Hmm, maybe my thoughts are not too good; my forr psychological counselor said so.”
When writing this book, he was in a very strange state.
It’s as if everything he saw was gray, with no color.
The counselor said if this continued, he might beco depressed. However… he t Fei Xiu while writing this book, and things improved significantly.
“Whatever you think is right.”
The Good Person Card never goes wrong!
Good Person Card mistakes, see Item One.
An Ji blinked, his amber eyes holding fragnted light: “Do you like my book?”
“Yeah.”
“Then you…”
Bzzz bzzz bzzz…
Chuzheng’s phone had an incoming call, the vibration interrupting An Ji’s words.
An Ji smiled, gesturing for her to take the call.
Chuzheng returned after finishing the call: “What were you going to say?”
An Ji shook his head: “Nothing, I thought you wouldn’t like that version; Uncle Fei says I wrote it too dark.”
If he published that version, An Ji felt that book might not sell well.
Chuzheng put the phone on the table, flipped through the manuscript again: “People themselves are variable; where there is light, there is darkness. Such an ending better fits the initial character setting.”
Unexpected, yet reasonable.
And the revised version feels sowhat forcefully righteous.
Chuzheng’s words were few, but to An Ji, they were like a soothing balm.
That recognition feeling, An Ji hadn’t felt in a long ti.
“Where’s the bathroom?” Chuzheng felt a bit uncomfortable in her stomach, holding it back for a while, still asked An Ji.
An Ji quickly pointed out the direction: “Over there.”
Chuzheng went to the bathroom, An Ji sat alone on the sofa, flipping through the manuscript in his hand.
Bzzz—
Bzzz bzzz bzzz—
An Ji looked towards the table, Chuzheng’s phone seed to receive a ssage, vibrating several tis.
The screen lit up, then slowly dimd.
Bzzz—
The screen lit up again.
An Ji didn’t intend to look at Chuzheng’s phone, but he seed to see a ssage pop-up ntioning his na.
It looked like a ssage from Weibo…
An Ji glanced towards the bathroom, hesitating internally.
Yet driven by curiosity, knowing it’s wrong to peek, An Ji still reached out, lightly tapping the screen.
The screen imdiately lit up, directly unlocked—she didn’t lock it.
An Ji: I know it’s wrong, but I can’t control myself!
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