Chapter 52 The New Room and the New Boss

Ding Yi said angrily, "I will write: 'The sitting person's attitude is extremely lax, and his work is not serious. As long as he can lie down, he will never sit. The appearance of such a sitting person is actually the tooth of the nation, the tooth of the country, and the tooth of history."

The author wanted to correct some typos for him, but he thought that his typos were used to evaluate his bad comments, so he did not point them out. His comments with such typos will definitely give them an impression when they look at the sitting association, that is, the commentators are uneducated, and the bad sitters rated by uneducated people must be educated. Because uneducated people usually have a hostile attitude towards educated people, we can draw such a conclusion: the worst home rated by Ding Yi should actually be the best home in the eyes of the judges.

This is a wonderful move. The author was happy, but he still didn't show it.

"No matter how you comment on me, I still stick to my principles, because: I'm a principled person." The author said seriously.

Looking at the author's resolute expression, Ding Yi knew that it was a waste to use his lips and tongue, so he lowered his head, sighed, squatted down, hugged his head, and muttered to himself, "Am I really going to be sentenced to several years in prison? Is my life so hard? What will happen when I go out? Will Fang Ran still wait for me?

"Do you love Fang Ran?" The author asked.

"I used to feel that I didn't love her, I just liked her, but now I'm going to lose it, so I feel cherishing it. This is the saddest thing in life. If God gave me a chance to do it again, I would say three words to that girl: 'I...'

"Stop!" The author shouted harshly. My star, I'm going to, I'm going to do it. Brother, can you be a little creative?

Ding Yi ignored the author's interruption and was still immersed in his emotions. He continued to say, "To the above, '... I love you." If you insist on adding a deadline to this love, I hope it is..."

Stop! Stop! Stop!” The author's voice is fierce: "That's the man! That's enough, shut up!"

Ding Yi looked at the author inexplicably and said, "Why don't you let me go on with such a touching line?"

The author said with great popularity, "This is someone else's line. You use it. It's too uncreative. Say your own."

"But this line moved me, so I still want to say it." It seems that Ding Yi is also a principled person.

"I can't say it!"

"Just say it!"

"I can't say it!"

"Just say it." Ding Yi is also a stubborn person. He continued, "...take the above. I hope it is..."

"Don't say it!"

"Why? Give me a reason first!"

It seems that if he doesn't tell him the real reason, he will still say this line as it is, and the author has to tell him the answer: "It's infringement for you to do this, understand? This is someone else's line. How can you move here and use it casually? This involves copyright issues, and the consequences of unauthorized use are very serious.

Ding Yi curled his lips disdainfully and said, "What do I think is the reason?" So that's what it is. Does the infringement do my business? ...Oh, I'm sorry, I said something rudely. Should it be the infringement? The infringement is your infringement, not my infringement. You are the first responsible person, right? If it is plagiarism, it is also plagiarism by the author. Who has heard of the plagiarism of the hero in the book? Quack, quack. You can write me as being in prison for more than three years. What does it matter if I let you infringe? I will continue to say."

So that's what he thought. It's very irresponsible for you to do this! The consequences are very serious!" The author warned.

"I'm going to say! If you don't let me be good, I won't let you be good." Ding Yi continued to read the line. ...Up to the above, I hope it is, one...thousand..."

He hadn't said the word "Nian", but he didn't notice that all the people who fainted to the ground had woken up. While he was unprepared, Li Da Toad suddenly jumped up and rushed over and punched Ding Yi in the face. Ding Yi was caught off guard. At this end, he was straight upright, and his mind was dizzy, pointing to The author said, "... you... good job, how dare you write them to live and treat me like this... You have guts..." Before he finished speaking, he fainted to the ground.

"It's okay. He hasn't said all this line yet. It's not an infringement. Even if it's an infringement, I have stopped it in time and made corresponding remedies. I don't think the consequences are too serious, and it won't compensate too much money. The author took a breath.

Everyone who woke up stood inexplicably, looking at the author. Li Da Toad also looked at his hand strangely. He didn't know why he couldn't help punching Ding Yi and was at a loss. The author ordered, "You can carry Ding Yi into the number first. You are also tired. Take a rest first."

"Gab!" Everyone knelt down one after another, asked the author to say good regards, and carried Ding Yi into the horn and closed the door.

Ding Yi woke up leisurely and turned around. He opened his eyes and saw a few unknown faces in front of him.

"He woke up." He heard several people around him say so.

Ding Yi gradually woke up and thought of the things before he fainted. He was so regretful that he thought, "Alas, why did I just say so much 'take the above'? If it hadn't been for that, I would have finished reading that line long ago. Now I'm at a loss, so I won't read one word. Failure, failure."

He looked blankly at the people around him and asked, "Where am I?"

A horse-faced man smiled in front of him. Have you forgotten? You are in the trumpet."

"In the number? Is it in B? Why don't you all know each other?" Ding Yi said in a daze.

Everyone looked at each other and whispered, "He still has a fever. Let him lie down for a while."

"Is this in 'B'? Where are Li Da Toad and Rotten Ass A San Rotten Jun? And what about the new Liu Guan? Where is that fake reporter? What about them? Who are you again?"

Everyone looked at him, shook their heads and said, "You haven't recovered from your fever. Don't think nonsense. Take a rest for a while. Little monkey, go and pour him some boiling water.

A thin boy poured a glass of boiling water, brought it over and put it in front of Ding Yi.

Ding Yi lay down, got up, raised the boiling water, picked it up and took a sip. It was a little hot. He put the boiling water down. Looking up again, it was obvious that I was locked in a number. There were about a dozen people in the number, but none of them knew them. He became even more inexplicable. Although he had some headache and some symptoms of dizziness, he thought he was not confused, and the punch that Li Da Toad hit him was still vivid. It should have happened not long ago. He may have fainted for an hour, but when he woke up, he couldn't understand why everything had changed.

"Where is the author? I'm going to ask him to figure it out. Where is he?"

Everyone looked at each other in contempt and paused for a while. Someone shook his head and whispered, "He has a fever too much to burn his brain, will he? Why do you always say these inexplicable things? What is Li Da Toad and the author? Wasn't he fine when he came back from the hospital yesterday?

"Hospital? Did I go to the hospital? Ding Yi is very strange. Why did I go to the hospital?

"The next day after you came in, you had a fever. The high fever did not subside, and then you were sent to the hospital. Yesterday, I got a little better before I sent you back. After you came back, you were still confused. I slept all day yesterday and didn't wake up until now. Why, have you forgotten all this?"

Ding Yi is really unimpressed by what they said. Didn't I just enter the number yesterday? It was 'B', and the number leader was Li Da Toad. Later, he gave up his seat to the rotten buttocks, A San and Rotten Jun. Who said I've been here for several days? Did you go to the hospital again? It's inexplicable."

His words made everyone laugh.

"Is it B? I still want to go into B. Did you really think so after a few days of coming in? You will have what you think in the future."

A man with a fleshy face said so. Ding Yi looked at him and didn't know him, but looking at everyone's respectful attitude towards him and the flattering laughter of his words, he knew that he was a leader in this trumpet.

He heard someone whisper, "Is this child really confused? The first number of Mingjin is our number. How can we go into 'B'? What's the number of Li Da Toad? Rotten ass A San? Who are these people? Why haven't you heard of it?

"Ding Yi, you have been here for a few days. I think you are also a smart person. Da'an, I think it's good for you to stab Xiao'an's son of a bitch, right? But don't pretend to be crazy here. What's the use of pretending in front of us? We are not judges. Besides, there is actually no benefit in this. Otherwise, you can pretend to be a little bit and convince the judge that you are really crazy. Otherwise, you don't pretend. It's meaningless to pretend in front of us. As long as Da'an and I'm in this account for a day, there will be you who eats delicious and drink spicy food. There's no reason to pretend in front of this group of kids. I lost my identity, and even Da'an lost my face.

The big man with a fleshy face said.

Hearing what he said, Ding Yi knew that his name was Da'an, and he was the number leader in this account. Listening to him, he seemed to have stabbed Xiao'an. For Da'an, it was a good thing worth celebrating, so he covered himself in this account. Maybe there were some contradictions between him and Xiao'an.

But I really don't remember what they said. What's going on? Could it be... He suddenly figured out a joint and suddenly realized.

It must be that after the author fainted himself, he wrote everyone in "B" again. I don't know whether it was written dead or missing, and then wrote himself into another account.

It seems that these people are normal people. Their style is different from that of Li Da Toad, Rotten Ass A San and the new Liu Guan. They are much more serious about life and work, and they can't find a nonsensical style at all. Does the author think about it and feel that the nonsensical style is not suitable for his own style, so he arranges himself into this account and rewrites a group of people to continue his realistic style?

It must be.