I heard that my boyfriend is sick

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"Big Ginger? Who is it... let me see—"

"Fuck, what a disappointment, he's really here."

"He's so short and looks so weak, is he the fan of Jiang Neng he wrote about? Sure enough, he looks a bit gay... Tsk tsk tsk..."

"I don't think he is as wretched as I imagined. If Jiang Neng is really an ugly house fantasy, I might spit it out..."

"Oops! He's coming, we can't applaud him, we'll boo him when he comes - you hear that!"

When Ning Xi took the stamped and registered invitation card and walked onto the red carpet, the readers on both sides of the red silk seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding, and they all began to boo depressingly. After a pause, he looked around, hid his hands in the pockets of his coat, and couldn't help shrinking his shoulders, as if he wanted to avoid everyone's harsh eyes.

Don't look over, don't look... don't boo, can't hear... can't hear...

"No ginger cat!—"

"Ginger big cat get out of the author conference!——"

"Get out of the author conference!—"

I don't know who started it first. After the first person started shouting, the entire reader area became agitated. Whether they knew it or not, hated it or didn't hate it. Big cat doesn't eat ginger. When the first voice came , the crowd chose to join in, as if this would allow them to fit in with the group, and because of the size of the crowd, it would cover up the little bit of malice released by their tiny self.

Ning Xi wanted to ignore those strange gazes and strode into the conference hall, but things backfired. The more he tried to pretend he didn't care, the more his legs became stiff. Even though the red carpet was so short, he felt that the road ahead was long. He lowered his head as much as possible, avoiding the disgusting eyes of the people around him, ignoring everyone's comments as much as possible, and tightly clutching the invitation card in his hand, as if he could draw some strength from it.

Even the female writers who had already walked through the red carpet and entered the conference hall couldn't stand it anymore. They originally complained that there weren't too many readers around when they came here, but now they feel grateful for Ning Xi's situation.

I don't want to have so much love, and I don't want to be rejected and hated like him.

"Isn't it a bit too much... Shall we help him?" A female author couldn't bear it. She poked another author's arm and pouted at Ning Xin.

"Do you want to be called into the ginger cat's party by those readers?" Another author shook his head quickly. "One more thing is worse than one less thing. There are security guards here, so they will verbally scold and dare not really do anything..."

Ning Xi walked forward in silence, and before entering the bright conference hall, a black shadow came towards him quickly. Ning Xi was startled, and subconsciously stretched out her elbow to block it, only to realize that it was just a ball of paper. Outraged readers squeezed their reader tickets into balls and smashed Ning Xi directly. After all, there were many security personnel present, and the readers didn't dare to bring any dangerous items, so they could only throw paper balls to vent their anger.

Ning Xi opened his mouth, he wanted to say something, but felt his throat was being choked, he picked up the ball of paper with some frustration, and smoothed out the reader's ticket.

Presumably the other party didn't want this reader's ticket in her hands, so Ning Xi pursed her lips, put the ticket back on the ground, and finally stepped on the last light and entered the conference hall.

At that time, he thought of his high school life that seemed so long ago, those people surrounded him like readers on the scene, pushing him into a corner, or carrying him to the toilet, or beating him, or insulting him.

Laughed at him for being small, about his sexuality, about his parents' divorce, and about his poor grades.

It seemed that after punching you, someone still laughed and cursed: "Don't be convinced, most people in our class acquiesce in hitting you..."

It seems that someone stepped on his stomach again. His mother talked about a new boyfriend in those few days, and she couldn't cook properly for several days. Ning Xi seems to be able to recall the panic of hunger and the pain of being repeatedly crushed .

"We are all poor students, who told you that you dare to quietly ask the teacher questions after class, and you will be a mud for the rest of your life..."

"My mother had a quarrel with my father today, it must have been caused by you..."

"Why are you talking to my male god? A person like you is not worthy of touching the hem of his clothes. When you picked up his pencil case, he just wanted to get your dirty hands away—"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Ning Xi...I won't bully you...they will bully me..."

"I lost 100 yuan in my wallet, did you steal it? You are the only one in this class who looks like a thief..."

Ning Xi could no longer remember the faces of those people, or the faces of those people were almost the same. They were all arrogant and curious, unscrupulously venting their malice towards a distant classmate. Ning Xi didn't know why they bullied him. It's like he doesn't know why these readers say those bad words that they would never say in the past. Maybe they don't hate Jiang Big Cat that much, but they just see the people around them. They just want to fit in and don't want to be outcast , just say something without endangering yourself, so why not do it?Subconsciously, people will avoid, enjoy themselves, stand on the sidelines, and be self-interested. When there is a person who is like a doormat and attributes all the ups and downs and misfortunes in life to him, will he be able to deceive himself and others to live a better life? a little?

He thought, maybe it was painful at that time, and even his heart was dark, wanting to revenge wildly, hating the injustice of the world.Ning Xi even felt that he should die with those people directly, and settle all grievances and grievances, so that the world would become much simpler.

But he still didn't do that. The Taobao order to buy pesticides was quietly canceled by himself. He turned his attention to psychology and psychological counseling. When he used a gentle tone to persuade a frustrated netizen who wanted to commit suicide, Ning Xi urgently want to do something.

It doesn't matter if you don't study well or have insufficient education, it doesn't matter if you report to the health school and get laughed at.

Life is too long, but pain is short. Maybe there are always some people who have kind thoughts in their hearts and hate something. It is really tiring, and that should not be the value of their own life.

Ning Xi nodded and smiled at the other authors in the conference hall.

And he still has Jiang Neng.

It's really great to be able to meet a spiritual pillar when you are most lost.

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"Hi Big Cat Jiang, I'm the author of Xianyan..."

"I'm writing Gudan, nice to meet you..."

When all the authors gradually entered the conference hall, everyone began to communicate in low voices, while the readers were arranged in the three rows behind the authors. I don’t know if they want to ensure the personal safety of some authors.

The first half of the conference was the speeches of the website promoters and the writing exchanges of some great gods. Ning Xi was a little excited. He raised his head and happened to meet the editor who was waving at him from the upper diagonal. In the editorial area, wearing a simple Ultraman T-shirt, his enthusiasm was not concealed at all, which made Ning Xin, who had been left in the cold for a long time, feel slightly warm.

The initiator chanted slogans as usual, mobilizing everyone to write better books in the new year. The first small climax was the speech of God Ljj. She explained in a concise way how to ambush the pen and write the ups and downs of the boring plot. She It is very vivid, and even cited many examples from the new book. The interaction between the heroine and the heroine is really familiar to readers, and the atmosphere is even more enthusiastic.

The master talked for an hour and a half, and captured the applause of everyone. Then each classification group sent a Zihong to play a game to interact with the readers. The game was a very common 123 wooden figures. , one by one in strange postures unable to move, amused the audience bursts of laughter.

"I thought that Qiao Muzi would be a very serious person because of his serious writing. I didn't expect the real person to be so funny. Look, her posture of bending down is killing me! Hahaha——"

"I'm so envious of you. I was just drawn to play a game with you guys. This commemorative doll is really cute. It should be nice to put on the bedside..."

"I want to participate too, look at me, look at me!!!—"

After playing for several rounds in a row, Ning Xi has not been dispatched from the fan area. Perhaps everyone has tacitly agreed that Ning Xi's appearance will make the game cold, and subconsciously skipped the name. Fortunately, Ning Xi didn't care, and instead became the author of the victory. Crazy call.

Playing to the point, the editor came over and sat with the author. The editor Altman has always been very popular, helping to revise the article and analyze the direction of the article. Many authors under her banner like her very much. She is shaking hands and hugging the girls Afterwards, Altman ran to Ning Xi happily, and she patted Ning Xi's arm.

"Cat Cat!"

At the beginning of the chat, he would be a bit unfamiliar and uncomfortable, but Altman has always been very cheerful, and he became familiar with Ning Xi after a few words. Terman accosted him.

"Don't be sad, they all depend on readers for a living. It's human nature to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages." Altman smiled and pointed to other authors in the same group. They sat a little far away from Ning Xi. Come here and wave. "There are still many good friends. Let's have a hot pot together later?"

As if thinking of something, Ning Xi smiled. "Well... I may not be the only one later."

"Oh—it's the reader ticket you took? Is he here? Who is it? Mao Mao, where is it, show me!——"

"He'll be here later, he's a little busy."

Altman said meaningfully. "Then he shouldn't miss the best newcomer awards later..."

Although playing games can marginalize Ning Xi, the certainty of winning the award cannot be changed temporarily. After everyone's tea break, ljj finally began to announce the annual outstanding works and best newcomers for each category. The readers are obviously very enthusiastic about this award , Those authors also dress extra solemnly for this reason.The first award was for the romance category. Ning Xi looked at the phone. Half of the time had passed, and Jiang Neng hadn't sent any messages. He applauded along with the crowd and smiled at the author who won the award.

"The best newcomer, Qiao Muzi, tells the love story of the city and the campus with a fresh and moving style, which has led to a wave of enthusiasm on the website-the best newcomer in the old saying, Pingsha Luoyan, starting from the revenge stalk, the old comes out New, wrote about the magnificent life of the heroine, with a magnificent style of writing——Congratulations!—”

The two female authors hugged each other, obviously a little excited.

"Finally... the best newcomer of the year, Jiang Damao doesn't eat ginger, and has touched many people with his true feelings and sweetness. Although the road is full of thorns, I hope you can still go further and further on the road of writing. Congratulations—— —”

Ning Xi was kindly pushed by the writer next door, and she staggered to her feet.

"Come on, come on."

Ning Xi and other writers who won the Newcomer Award filed in and stood on the stage in a row.

Before the readers were discussing and even questioning the result, the door of the conference hall, which had been closed for a long time, was suddenly opened again.

Readers subconsciously looked back at the movement.

A young man wearing a black hat and mask slowly entered with a bunch of borage in his arms. Seeing Ning Xi on the stage, he was obviously a little happy, his eyebrows and eyes curved.

Jiang Neng tore off his mask and waved at Ning Xi.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Fortunately, it seems that it is not too late and there is no cure.