"Who do I know of you? Stay away from me, I despise you the most, relying on unspoken rules to get ahead, tsk tsk."
The Xianxia male writer Yuan Huixing looked at Liang Jia with disdain, and Liang Jia hurriedly explained.
"It's not me, it's not me, it's Yuchi Luming, an ancient romance writer. Forget it, these are not important, the point is, I'm about to embark on a journey to heaven again, have you been there?"
"Me? I usually practice in deep mountains and old forests, or in yoga studios. I have never been to heaven."
"It's not heaven, it's heaven."
"I haven't been there, otherwise you would still see me come out alive?"
After Yuan Huixing finished speaking, he sucked his mouth, as if he didn't want to talk to Liang Jia again.
"Hey, writer Yuan Huixing, I'm the only one who is willing to talk to you now, but don't give up on me. If you don't, I won't."
"What? Little author Liang Jia, how dare you talk to me so unreasonably? Who gave you the guts?"
"Writer Yuan Huixing, if I didn't see you as the first one to call my name correctly, I wouldn't have come to you at all."
"What? Do you think I have a high IQ? Better than Pu Yangcai, a police and gangster writer?"
"That's not true, but you always compare yourself to him. Although you are both male writers, you are far from each other. Two completely different fields, like real estate and communication, are basically two concepts. ah."
"If you say that, you know what to do. Tell me, what else can you tell me?"
"That's too much, for example, when I get to heaven, can you stand by my side and protect me firmly."
"Protect you? Am I your father? Why should I protect you?"
"This is your fault, writer Yuan Huixing, you must know that protecting beautiful women is a man's responsibility. If you do this well, then you are in my mind, no, in the minds of all audiences, this is what you are."
Liang Jia gave Yuan Huixing a thumbs up. The other party cleared his throat and seemed to be thinking.
"Don't think about it, you have to know that you have done it, but the writer Puyangcai didn't do it, then you are this in the minds of our female writers."
Liang Jia nodded to Yuan Huixing again, and the other party seemed to really like this.
"My personality should still be maintained. After all, I am a sect of cultivating immortals, and I am mysterious, so I should maintain it. Well, then I decide, and I will stand behind you."
"Standing behind me? Did you make a mistake? I asked you to stand in front of me to protect me. It was a waste of time. No wonder others don't like to talk to you. Come on, come on, I'll go find Puyangcai writer."
"Wait, you mean, I'm not manly anymore?"
"Otherwise? Look at your appearance, who taught you Lanhua? You are full of femininity. You just don't have frequent contact with the outside world, so you don't know what you lack."
"What is missing?"
"Lack of heart. Everyone steals the spotlight, why don't you steal it?"
"You mean, I'm standing in front of you, little writer Liang Jia, and I might be able to snatch your camera, so what are you trying to do? It's not hard to do, and I will be officially invited as a writer."
"But I don't have a camera to follow me at all. Even if I had one, it would be snatched away immediately. Therefore, I have nothing to watch, and I need to rely on the writer Yuan Huixing."
"So that's the case, it seems that I am quite useful."