Chapter 14: On how to improve the protagonist's IQ

The encounter at the Internet cafe seemed to give Zhang Faqiang infinite confidence and courage to harass Yu Zhile. No matter whether she was working on the weekdays or weekends, she could meet Zhang Faqiang, who also loved Yu Zhile, and found that she opened the novel. The website should also publish some "high opinions".
"This kind of novel is not very nutritious. Only ignorant girls love to read it. You are so old. You should be like me. Look at "readers" and "intimates", and your thoughts will be deeper."
Under his surveillance, Yu Zhile couldn't find a chance to hit the novel written on paper on the computer. If he sees what she has written, he still doesn't know how to say what he says.
After more than a week's correction, the comments under Yu Zhile's novels began to summon the authors, shouting that when the heroine was framed by the female partner, she would not be kind when the enemy's country was exposed. Yu Zhile, holding a stack of manuscripts, had nowhere to complain and killed Zhang Faqiang.
But these days because Yu Zhile couldn't find a chance to type, he had to go home early, and Yu Zihuan, who went to the Internet cafe, was in a good mood. The only thing that makes Yu Zhile so happy is that no matter how Zhang Faqiang corrects Yu Zihuan to call him "brother", Yu Zihuan will always shout "Uncle Goodbye" neatly every time he says goodbye to him at the entrance of the Internet cafe.
On the way home, Yu Zhile wondered whether it would be better to buy a computer and leave it at home. He was always entangled by Zhang Faqiang and did not know when he was a head.
"Xiaohuan, your classmates basically have computers at home? How about we also buy one?"
"Okay."
"Promised to be so happy, we also have to have money." Yu Zhile looked at him and whispered. Her salary is almost not left every month, and her savings so far are more than a thousand. It may not be enough to buy a second-hand computer in 2005, and it costs money to connect to the network cable. It is really not a plan that can be realized immediately. .
When Yu Zhile thought about it, the two walked in silence for a while, and Yu Zihuan suddenly said, "I will buy it for you, and the money left by my grandmother should be enough."
Yu Zhile reacted and immediately opposed, "How do you do that? That is to pay you high school fees!"
"Tuition fees are not due tomorrow."
"Don't talk to me, the computer is not required immediately. Anyway, it must be your tuition is important."
Yu Zihuan looked down at his toes, and his voice was a little softer with obvious obstinacy, "But don't you want it? With a computer, you can write your story whenever you want."
"That's nothing. Writing novels can be put on hold for a while." Yu Zhile said, suddenly reacting, "Wait, do you support me writing novels?"
Yu Zihuan heard the surprise in her tone and looked up at her strangely, "This is your hobby, and I certainly support it."
"I thought you would think I was so old and blindly dreaming..." Yu Zhile is still very ashamed that Yu Zihuan accidentally read her outline of the novel, although he did not comment on her story and Comments, but she always worried that Yu Zihuan would despise her masterpiece of Mary Su.
"I will never despise you..." Yu Zihuan interrupted Yu Zhile's words without thinking, and then paused to sort out his thoughts, "I must go to the Internet cafe not to support you to write, but not to support you so late. Walking alone at night, although the person who followed you that night was Zhang Faqiang, not a gangster, but who can guarantee that he really had no other ideas at that time, or what if he really met a gangster in case?
In the face of the well-founded and serious Yu Zihuan, Yu Zhile didn't even know what to take. Finally, she smiled blankly and said, "What you said makes sense."
"and so……"
"So you don't have to worry about the computer." Yu Zihuan was going to persuade her to accept the grandmother's inheritance to buy a computer, but Yu Zhile interrupted it, "Yes, since you support me writing novels, I will tell you in detail How about telling my story? Don’t say you don’t want to listen, I’ll be sad.

Yu Zihuan has not been able to recover from the distracted topic, and was unable to digest the clear causal relationship in Yu Zhile's mouth for a while. She looked at her with a daze, but nodded in good faith and expressed her willingness to listen to her story.
Yu Zhile's eyes lit up, starting with the identity of the heroine traverser in her story.
The reason why she suddenly wanted to make this request to Yu Zihuan was not only because she found out that he not only despised her but also supported her codeword career, but also because she suddenly realized that if Yu Zihuan could understand her through the novel The plot is very helpful to explain his true origins to him.
Yu Zhile's novel is called "Peerless Red Makeup". It gathers the blood of the dogs of later generations. The heroine has traveled from the modern era to an overhead dynasty. With the amazing talent and beauty of the peerless, from the initial slave to the later killer, detailed work, military division Step by step, he became a decisive figure in the chaotic world, and eventually died in his own country, becoming a legend of a generation. There are naturally many emotional entanglements. The male master is evil and arrogant. The male is gentle and gentle, and there are countless males. n bow down at the feet of the heroine, various types of beautiful men take turns playing, in order to get the female lady's icy and clean, fresh and refined, independent and surviving white lotus.
In short, Mary Su is difficult to look directly at Yu Zhile, but all of these are not important, what is important is how to lead her identity as a traverser.
However, as a senior nonsense patient with a natural ability to run off the topic, after several days of emotionally eloquent and colorful storytelling, Yu Zhile almost forgot what her original intention was. At the end of the story, she looked forward to Yu Zihuan’s evaluation of the story itself It has exceeded the problem of explaining that she may disappear.
"How? The story is still ups and downs, right? I have many readers online."
Yu Zihuan listened to the bedtime story for a week, but he did not express his views on the plot. After listening to the ending, he finally reluctantly said: "Well... it's good."
Where does this tone feel good? Even in the dark when the lights are turned off, Yu Zhile can feel the silent feeling floating from his feet.
"Don't coax me and tell your real thoughts." Yu Zhile actually wanted to say that even if she really wanted to coax her, she should be dedicated and okay, at least don't let her hear it.
"Don't you think those villains have a lower IQ?"
Yu Zihuan saw nothing but Yu Zhile was speechless.
In the character settings, the heroine Bingxue is clever and clever, but the author's IQ does not reach this level, only by reducing the IQ of the supporting actors to set off the heroine's brilliant magic. This point Yu Zhile realized long ago, but she would not admit that she had a low IQ.
"If the villains have high IQs, they are not villains. Do you understand? They will realize that the heroine is invincible, and then stand on her side." Yu Zhile wanted to give herself a compliment after she said it, which was invincible.
Yu Zihuan seemed to be defeated by her unusual brain circuit, but it is more likely that he did not want to worry about her. He was silent for a while, then changed his direction and said, "There is also a male host who gave up invading her country because of the female host's sacrifice. Why didn't she do this while she was alive? Don't you think the female host is dead?"
"This..." Yu Zhile said again.
She just wanted to write about tragedy?
"Because the female host used her life to make the male host understand some very important truths, he chose to give up the war. You are still young. You don't understand now. You will understand when you grow up."
Yu Zihuan also wanted to continue to say that Yu Zhilesheng was afraid that he would ask questions that she could not answer, and ended the conversation hastily, "Okay, okay, the story is over, go to bed."
Waking up the next morning, Yu Zhile almost cried as soon as she opened her eyes.
She forgot the most important task.
And after last night, she didn't know whether she had the courage and Yu Zihuan to mention the topic of crossing again.
What if he asked "Why would you cross?" and "What will happen to you if you go to the 12-year-old in 2005?" Maybe he will directly say "Impossible, how can this happen in reality? Are you stunned by writing novels?"
Just thinking about Yu Zhile felt that his head was about to explode.
So the matter of telling the truth was postponed again. Yu Zhile took extra care when going up and down every day to avoid wrestling, so as to comfort herself that she would not easily cross to another point in time.
Soon the Spring Festival is approaching. As a junior student, Yu Zihuan’s winter vacation is only two weeks long. After the final exam, the school conducted a week’s make-up class, and the little ones were reluctantly placed on the day before the thirty. Guishan.
The children in the community who are younger than Yu Zihuan started their holiday life a week ago. Yu Zhile often heard the voice calling He Liang from the third floor downstairs to play, and then He Liang rushed downstairs and his mother worriedly The requested movement.
The small supermarket also posted a notice about the Spring Festival break. Yu Zhile was off work on the last day of the year before Yuchai Huan caught up with this wave of junior school students. When she woke up on a whim, she went around the fourth middle school to take Yu Zihuan, ready to give him a surprise.
She accidentally met Xie Chenglong's father Xie Zhenguo at the school gate. She thought that the other party was also coming to pick up the child. She was also silently surprised that Xie Chenglong would stay at school to make up classes? However, out of politeness, he smiled and said hello to Xie Zhenguo, and then watched him enter the school gate worriedly.
Yu Zhile guessed that this should be the rhythm of asking parents? Let Xie Chenglong not be a good person, but to be a school bully.
She happily raised the corner of her mouth, thinking about waiting for Yu Zi to come out and tell him the news she liked.
Hearing the bell ringing at school, Yu Zhile stretched his neck and looked around, and saw Yu Zihuan at a glance among a group of students. Although everyone wears the same bloat, and although Yu Zihuan is not the highest, in Yu Zhile's eyes, he is like a crane standing among the gray chickens, and he almost comes with the Holy Light.
Yu Zihuan was talking to a few boys on the side, with a faint smile on his face, not perfunctory but alienated. However, the moment he saw Yu Zhile at the school gate, the smile on his face quickly enlarged, and even with the light in his eyes, the sunlight that fell on him seemed to be a little brighter.