sinovels Chapter 13
Chapter 13
39.
Naib remembers the moment when he selected all the articles on his homepage and clicked "Delete".
"System prompt: You will not be able to retrieve the deleted content, are you sure to delete"
The bright white light of electronic equipment flickers in the dark, stinging the eyes.
determine
A deletion progress bar appears at the bottom of the page.Naib watched the number in the lower right corner rise from "0/92" all the way up, and the small text that had accompanied him for a long time disappeared bit by bit, simply and quickly, until "92/92".
The screen froze for a moment, then went blank.
He put down his phone, lay back on the bed, and turned over to face the wall.
Kreacher had already fallen asleep, maybe it was to avoid talking to him.Naibu knows that when he is in a bad mood, he will appear indifferent and blunt, and he habitually isolates himself from the environment around him, rejecting others thousands of miles away.
He wanted to tell Kreacher that he was fine and not to worry.But he worked hard for a long time, but he could barely move the corners of his lips.
In fact, Naibu doesn’t think it’s aggrieved to be “gifted” with negative long comments. After all, everyone’s preferences are different, and he can’t ask everyone to agree with the words he wrote.But this time is different.
OOC, due to being blinded by enthusiastic liking, or lack of experience and difficult to control, many writers will make this mistake.
But this time it happened that Nab Sabeda OOCed Nab Sabeda himself.
and his crush.
Compared to "shredding OOC by hand", the [-]-word long name-calling criticism is more like a suffocating real reminder in capitals and bold:
You're just a fanfic writer.
You are only dreaming.
JRNS is simply not possible in reality.
40.
After clearing all the articles, Naib couldn't tell whether he was liberated from illusory, or just passively escaped.
He will still receive a lot of reminders of new information, and he has also seen the daily check-in building on the forum, looking at those familiar ID swipes who have been active in the comment area of each of his articles for a long time:
"Today is the XX day when Teacher Jiandao is away. I miss her."
Time moves forward as always.The memory Mr. Jiandao was looking forward to gradually faded and did not come, but became clearer——
It is so clear that I can think of the different moods when I write an article every time, I think of the brain holes that existed in my mind but didn’t have time to write them down, I think of a time when my mobile phone was turned off when it ran out of power, I was thinking about the plot on the subway, and I remembered the night, dream, and rain. moment......
Later, Marta inadvertently mentioned to him, "The teacher who I recommended to you countless times but was ignored by you has withdrawn from the circle." Naibu subconsciously replied "Really?" and changed his words in the next second. ,
"I have something to tell you."
"What's the matter?" Marta was curious about his rare seriousness.
"Don't be intimidated."
"Is there anything more frightening than Kreacher rushing into the classroom early in the morning and telling me that you actually like Jack?" Marta smiled and spread her hands, "I had a one-night stock skyrocket called a millionaire. It doesn't feel real."
"I'm glad he didn't tell anyone else." Neb couldn't help smiling when he remembered that he calmly went to the art classroom to borrow strong tape to seal Kreacher.
"Thank you for stopping him in time—if he tells Emma, who claims to be 'the number one JRNS girl in the world'—" Martato said in a long tone, "What are you going to tell me?"
"I am a sharp knife." Naibu was very calm.
Marta stared at him for a few seconds, then stepped back to hold onto the table.
"...if you're not kidding, I guess I'm a multi-millionaire now."
41.
"Actually, I don't quite understand the term 'retirement'." Marta sat on the bench, biting a milk tea straw, "Maybe it's because my love is gradual, and once it is confirmed, there is no such thing as 'killing'. So, probably keep writing.”
She glanced at Neb and added, "Even if you don't catch Jack, I will continue to write."
Naib sat next to her with a cup of hot coffee and didn't speak.The scalding temperature of the coffee came through the wall of the paper cup, burning his palm.
He suddenly remembered that winter a year ago.At that time, his only impression of Jack was, "He is a classmate with excellent grades, who seems to be the president of the student union."
When did you really notice him?It seems to be such a day, the sun is faint, the leaves are golden, and the soft sky is like an oil painting.
Naibu remembered that he was also holding a cup of coffee, and the mist was rising in the cold air.He walked in front of the art building, and the sunlight slanted on the milky white marble columns, casting shadows on the buttery exterior walls.
At that time, Jack was standing in the sun, wearing a black scarf and holding a DSLR, capturing light and shadow.
The top of his hair looks fluffy and soft, and it's also sun-coated. It must be pleasant to the touch.
An inexplicable idea crashed into Nebu's world, making him inexplicably fall in love with a person he didn't know very well.
Memories are so long that I can never finish writing them.
So when Marta asked what his plans were, Naib simply replied,
"I'm still writing, and that's enough."
—TBC—