Chen Guoqing has deliberately concealed the truth, but he doesn't want to cause a commotion, but the result!

As a result, he almost got furious!

"All back to the position, there is no discussion about this matter and no leakage. Otherwise, you should know more than me if there are any consequences."

He shouted coldly, then glared at Mo Zhuosi and said a classic line.

"You, come to my office."

When Xu Qingqing was on the third floor, everyone used to listening to this sentence. Unexpectedly, if someone changes, Mo Zhuosi still likes to cause trouble the most.

With a snap, the office door was closed.

Chen Guoqing brushed it, pulled the curtains up, and then asked, "What do you want to do?"

"I have thought about it and thought it very clearly. If it is not my work, I shouldn't take it for myself!" Mo Zhuosi replied very straightforwardly.

Chen Guoqing was so angry that he said with a breath: "I finally know why Xu Qingqing targets you every time."

"It's not because you like bragging, nor because of you two, it's because of you..."

"It's so fucking trouble!"

Even he couldn't help but become thrilled!

"You said, what's going on? How did you hide it from the literary cup? No one knew that your poem was copied back?" Chen Guoqing asked with a angrily suppressed his anger.

Mo Zhuosi knew that he would cause many terrible consequences, but if he didn't.

He will become more and more depressed and more cautious as he lives, for fear of letting go of one day, for fear of not having enough cultural literacy, and for fear of being exposed and laughed at by others.

Besides, if the glory belongs to others, then what can I be proud of?

"Ceep the truth?" Mo Zhuosi felt that this word was a bit too far.

"No, I don't need to hide it from anyone, because no one in the world has seen these poems except me." He said confidently.

If he gets the honest system, he is like a horse, leaping thousands of miles.

Then after getting rid of his psychological burden, he was like a wild horse that broke free, without any scruples.

Confused!

Chen Guoqing was even more confused. He raised his hand and said, "Stop!"

"Come on, I can't turn my mind!"

"You said you are not the author, but you are the first person to write a poem?"

Mo Zhuosi had a calm smile on his face, "You can recall the latest introduction to my column."

Chen Guoqing glanced at this guy and was still playing this trick with him now.

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

etc!!!

From another world?

He was stunned and immediately turned his head to look at Mo Zhuosi, "What do you mean..."

Mo Zhuosi took the initiative to speak this time, "The Rainy Night, The Rotten Fruit, and The Doomsday are all written by the same predecessor."

Chen Guoqing had no idea what to say!

"This senior, he does not belong to this world. I don't know where he is, but I know what his name is."

Chen Guoqing looked at Mo Zhuosi like a madman, and then asked, "What's the name?"

"Smell it too!"

Mo Zhuosi blurted out, with a passionate persistence in his eyes!

Finally said it!

The knot in my heart was finally untied!

Chen Guoqing didn't say anything. He turned around and searched for the three words "Wen Yiduo" on the computer. He popped up the same name and surname, but none of them were poets.

In order to further confirm, he deliberately pieced together Wen Yiduo and "Rain Night" to search.

Other inexplicable things that popped up at the end.

No found!

He frowned vigorously, then raised his head and looked at Mo Zhuosi, and said with great difficulty: "I am really unable to see through you!"

Mo Zhuosi sat on the small table with his hands in his pockets, smirked and said, "Don't worry! No one will sue me, but in fact I can take these poems for myself."

"Yes, there is no need to do that much. You can't tell anyone?" Chen Guoqing was helpless and angry.

"No, no, no..." Mo Zhuosi retorted: "A work, even if the author is not in this world, he naturally has the copyright of a work."

"Besides, I have my own path, so why should I go to someone else's path?"

There are many complex feelings in his bones, but his essence is arrogant.

He tried to be greedy and wanted to enjoy the fruits of his life, but he could not escape his inner self-blame.

Chen Guoqiang didn't say a word, he really didn't know what to say.

After pausing for several seconds, he frowned and said seriously: "For the first time I discovered that you are actually a gentleman."

A "Puchi" laughed out loud.

Mo Zhuosi raised his contemptuous middle finger to the other party, then turned around and walked out neatly.

Since he chose to tell everyone the truth, he was ready to lose something, such as the trust of some people.

Or, his column.

Before this, what he wanted was probably to take advantage of this time to enjoy the pleasure of commenting in his column!

The introduction to the precise comment column has been changed!

And several poems in the column moderator's work display disappeared, which seemed to be vaguely expressing something.

Many curious readers asked questions below.

"Why are those three poems missing? Shouldn't they change the moderator?"

"It's right to change it. If you continue to comment like this, I really don't know how many people you will offend!"

"Impossible? I've only appeared at the press conference! Although I don't look stable enough, my level is still good."

"Young and energetic! Even if you are really good at it, there is no reason to look down on other people's works!"

In the discussion area of ​​the column, a large number of troops were protesting here, but now the protests began to fade away quickly because everyone speculated that the person in charge of the column had been replaced.

After about ten minutes, they refreshed the column and found that there was another review of the work.

Column moderator Mo Zhuosi left a message: "It can be seen that the author's level is rising sharply, the first half and the second half are completely different. The description of the sunset scenery is unique, which makes the time go by and never return. Although the score is not high, it is worth encouraging."

There was a "pop" sound!

Those who said they must have changed the moderator's faces were swollen.

What the hell?

Or him?

A bunch of messages suddenly flew out from below. Although most of them were doubts, what excited Mo Zhuosi the most was that there were his true fans in the crowd!!!

This is simply a sudden surprise!

"Teacher Mo! I saw your appreciation that day. When I debated with the Chinese teacher, I actually won! It was amazing! I benefited a lot every time I read your comments."

Some joy is difficult to describe, for example, Mo Zhuosi when he saw this message at this time.

A satisfied smile hung on the corner of his mouth. If he had to use some method to determine whether a critic was successful,

That probably means whether readers have gained something after reading the comments and how much they have gained.

Of course, this message is topped up!!!
Chapter completed!