Mo Zhuosi didn't even eat rice, so he was anxious to return to the company and back to the third floor.

He ran to the supervisor's office panting and pushed the door open and found that Chen Guoqing was still working overtime.

"Hey? Haven't you gone out for dinner?" Chen Guoqing asked in surprise.

Mo Zhuosi took a deep breath and said, "Change the personal introduction of my column."

"Change it?" Chen Guoqing didn't understand.

Mo Zhuosi mustered up the courage and said, "I didn't write those three poems, I will change them all."

This sentence scared Chen Guoqing.

"Wood grass, don't scare me!"

If this is a poem he copied back from plagiarism, he posted it on the column, and he would have to eat the court leaflet in every minute.

Mo Zhuosi smiled relievedly, "Don't be nervous, I'll change it myself!"

Chen Guoqing was still confused, "What do you mean? Didn't it copy it back?" he asked with his head protruding.

"Don't worry! No one in this world will sue me." Mo Zhuosi smiled and touched his nose, then walked over and grabbed the mouse, and paused in the computer.

"The location outside." Chen Guoqing said as he looked at the screen.

"Yes, yes, just this one, just click in and you can change it."

Mo Zhuosi blinked, but in fact he didn't expect what he changed. After he hesitating for a moment, he typed a line of words.

"Poisonous tongue, gunshot, picky style, unimaginable style, from another world's perspective."

After the modification, Mo Zhuosi pressed OK!

"Beautiful!" Chen Guoqing couldn't help but praise.

Mo Zhuosi seemed to be putting down the big rock that was pressing in his heart. This... is the comment column that truly belongs to him.

Chen Guoqing smiled bitterly and said, "Didn't those three poems be written by you?"

"Is this important?" Mo Zhuosi asked in response.

Chen Guoqing was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the other person stupidly. It was a poem that shone brightly in the literary cup!

Even Mr. Ma praised him endlessly, and even made him the other party the moderator of the column in one fell swoop.

"Isn't this important?" Chen Guoqing asked with a funny look.

"It's not important." Mo Zhuosi smiled lightly, "I am a critic, not a poet, and there is a big difference between the two."

Chen Guoqing nodded in a vague way and asked, "There is no copyright dispute?"

"Don't worry! I can't ruin myself for this!"

Mo Zhuosi threw a thankful look, then pushed the door out, and he returned to his office and deleted the three poems in the display area of ​​the column moderator's works.

He wants to find himself, rather than the parallel world blocking his eyes, dragging him down by secular fame and fortune and losing himself.

A lie needs to be filled with countless lies. The reason why he is restrained is because he is trapped and trapped in a false and prosperous world.

What people admire is not the true self, but the person behind those works.

Since they are all fake, why bother to deceive yourself!

Mo Zhuosi laughed at himself. Only by being himself can he truly stand up straight and be a human being.

There is only one work I created, that is, "The Loser" uploaded at the New Generation Literature Ceremony.

Thinking of this, he entered the words "New Generation Literature" on his computer and immediately searched for the official website.

The 11th Literary Works Competition had more than 3,000 entries.

Currently ranked first is Wu Taigu's "Pastoral Watcher", which tells the story of teenagers fighting with wild dogs in the countryside.

The second place Liu Dongxu's "Bone Pile" tells the story of heroic battles.

As for Mo Zhuosi's own works, they have increased from more than one thousand collections to more than three thousand eight hundred collections.

And there are a bunch of people below who are urging them to update, this is a good thing!

Mo Zhuosi thought for a while and simply submitted all the manuscripts, leaving them in his hands without much value.

This update, someone immediately left a message in the book review.

"Updated! Sign in."

"Did you succeed in the end? Should you not be reborn through time, or will you really achieve nothing?"

Although the title of the book is "The Loser", it is a person who is reborn through time!

He is the golden finger with his memory!

After Mo Zhuosi threw out all the manuscripts, he ignored them. Anyway, the essay selection period was more than a month long!

At this time, colleagues who went out for lunch came back one after another, and he heard his stomach growling.

I was anxious just now and didn't even eat a few bites of food.

Just take advantage of the ten minutes left to go downstairs to buy some bread to fill your stomach.

After buying the buns, a colleague from the office came up to ask!

"How did you change the introduction of this column?"

Chen Guoqing still knew the right way. He did not tell the reason, but just asked everyone to ask him.

After all, this plagiarism can be big or small, especially since the current column has a special nature, there must be no mistakes.

Mo Zhuosifeng smiled lightly and said, "Well, it's changed. That was not interesting before."

"Why? I think it's pretty good!?"

Everyone looked over and was very curious.

Yuan Xiaoli smiled and said, "I think this is good now, and the positioning is quite standard."

"Attack from another world?" Wang Tingfei said in surprise.

Mo Zhuosi put down the bread and asked with a smile: "Don't you realize that it's interesting now?"

Wang Tingfei's eyes were smooth and her mouth bulged, "It's quite interesting."

"Ah? Why did you delete the poems displayed by the column moderator's works?" Yuan Xiaoli suddenly asked in surprise.

No one expected that Mo Zhuosi's words were amazing.

"Actually, that's the work of another senior, I'm just a porter of the work!"

When he told the truth, he felt much more relaxed. It was better to admit it openly than to pretend it was his own work.

With a dripping sound, the system directly gave an honest point of +6. This shows how difficult it is to express this sentence.

After a thud, everyone in the office was stunned!

Oh My God?

Yuan Xiaoli's mouth was wide open and her face was incredible.

Wang Tingfei quickly realized the seriousness of the matter. She pulled Mo Zhuosi and whispered: "Oh my God! Could anyone sue you for plagiarism, right?"

"No! You're thinking too much." Mo Zhuosi shrugged and smiled, then sat down.

This is definitely explosive news.

It's incredible because this news was revealed by Mo Zhuosi himself.

Exploding yourself plagiarism?

Are those poems written by others?

"So it was copied back, what a copywriter!"

Those who were once jealous of Mo Zhuosi finally showed their "fangs".

"I just said it! How could he write such a poem? Fortunately, I never believed it."

Dong Wentao smiled!

It’s really hard to get to the end of the road, and there’s another village with dark willows and flowers!

Who would have thought that Mo Zhuosi would dig his own grave!

Wang Tingfei sniffed Mo Zhuosi and said in surprise: "It doesn't smell like alcohol! Are you feeling uncomfortable today?"

She looked at the other person in a daze...

When Chen Guoqing saw that there was a commotion outside the office, he hurried out.

Just so happened that Dong Wentao sneered: "I'm afraid the real owner came to him, so he's scared!"

"Whose poem was copied? Why can't I find it?" Yuan Xiaoli asked with a worried expression.

Chen Guoqing looked around in shock and knew it?
Chapter completed!