In the living room on the first floor, Tang Tu's two tenants were huddled on the sofa head to head, watching the game with their laptops.

"Chris!" The blonde of the two first noticed Tang Tuo and greeted him warmly, "Joinus?"

Tang Tu shook his head: "Thanks."

Although the landlord is only a few years older than them, he hardly participates in any popular entertainment activities. The blond young man shrugged his shoulders as usual, and resumed watching the game, but another person on the sofa stopped him. This is a Chinese boy who looks less than 20 years old, with a pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes, and speaks with a lazy arrogance.

"I have your letter on the table."

Tang Tu nodded: "Thank you."

The blonde asked curiously, "What are you talking about?"

He asked the boy sitting with him, not Tang Tu. Because on the first day he moved in, the taciturn landlord told him that his English was not good. Fortunately, Lin Lang, another tenant in this house, although he was also Chinese, spoke English very fluently, so they quickly mixed up. ripe.

Lin Lang translated the conversation just now to his roommate in a low voice, and Tang Tu left the living room.

There were two letters on the dining table, one was an event advertisement sent by a local store he frequented. Tang Tuo, who claimed to be "poor in English", tore open the envelope and quickly browsed the next season's promotions without any obstacles. Put it aside with old letters. Another letter, with a jumble of various quarantine labels on its surface, is clearly a cross-border letter.

When he picked up the letter and saw the sender, he lost his appetite, gave up the idea of ​​cooking noodles, and went back upstairs with the letter.

However, after going down the building, someone had already bombed Tang Tu's social software. When he returned to the computer, he saw that in the column of his "special concern", the one with white characters on a black background said "No coriander". The number of messages on the side of the contact whose picture is used as the avatar is rapidly increasing.

Tang Tu hurriedly opened it, pulled it to the top and began to read it one by one.

Kataha: Bamboo God! !

Kataha: The official blog of the nib said that you will go to that online live event the day after tomorrow!

Kataba: Is the news true, Bamboo God? ? ?

Kataha: ah ah ah ah ah ah

Kataha: I've been wanting to hear you moan for a long time! !

Kataha: No

Kataha: Voice! It's the sound! Input method hurts me!

Kataha: I've been wanting to hear your voice for a long time!

Kataba: I'm really looking forward to your interview! This is the first interview you've participated in in so many years!

Kataha: Anyway, if it's true, I'll definitely be there to support you the day after tomorrow! I pulled my relatives and friends to join you! !

The smile that had just gathered on Tang Tu's mouth condensed slightly. Katao thought he could see his interview session, but in fact, he did not agree to the interview like all the other invited authors, he just went to the live broadcast room to make a name.

His fingertips lightly touched the keyboard, looking at the line "I'm looking forward to your interview with you", hesitated for a moment, and then resolutely entered a line of words.

Bamboo clumps: It's true, thank you.

Kataha: Ah, ah, Bamboo God, you really are there!

Kataha: Too! it is good! ! Will you turn on the camera? Showing your hands is fine! I want to see what kind of fairy hand can write the Landis series!

Bamboo clumps: I'm sorry, I can't open it.

Kataha: Haha, no need to be sorry! I'm joking, you are so low-key, you definitely won't do it, unlike that bamboo cocoon, who posts pictures of himself everywhere, there are really little girls who eat this set.

Kataha: I'm sorry, I was so excited at the moment. Is it morning on your side?

Kataha: Didn't disturb your rest?

Bamboo Congsheng: It's okay, I got up early.

Kataha: Haha yes, your new chapter has been updated

Kataha: Ah, new chapter! I remembered!

Kataha: The gods and the demons are dead! Bamboo God, why are you like this! !

Kataba: My two favorite characters! I'm still going to write a fanfic for them, and they died before I even started writing it!

Kataha: I asked you last time if they would die, but you said not necessarily.

Kataha: I don't love you anymore!

Tang Tu's fingers still stayed on the keyboard, a little dazed.

Kataha is a very special existence to Bamboo Grove, and even to the entire Bamboo Grove fan circle.

If you ask what are the flaws in Bamboo Congsheng's works, nine out of ten readers will answer: lack of emotional drama.

He is good at depicting otherworldly landscapes in rich colors, magnificent adventures, and infectious inner monologues. But his protagonist, without exception, does not fall in love. Even if it is a couple or husband and wife relationship between the supporting roles, he only routinely explains the relationship between the characters.

It is a recognized fact that Bamboo Congsheng does not write emotional dramas.

It is precisely such a lack that gave birth to a thriving fandom of bamboo-clustered works.

Kataha is undoubtedly the oldest in this circle. Seven years ago, Bamboo Congsheng's first work was coming to an end, and a two-character reply under a 3,000-word long comment spread all over the Internet, achieving Bamboo Congsheng's high-cold name. However, everyone only knew that the Great God replied indifferently with a thank you, but they didn't know that Tang Tu, under the ridicule of the group, got up in the middle of the night, and explained and apologized to the reader with a private message in the background.

The reader whose ID is Kataha has exchanged personal contact information with him and has been with him for seven years.

Bamboo Congsheng is a very stable author, which ensures that there will never be a shortage of topics between them - at least there are new chapters to talk about every day. So in the past seven years, they have been in frequent contact, ranging from once a few days to several times a day.

Tang Tu didn't want to admit it, but when he was still in school, apart from the teachers and classmates he met every day, Katao was the one who communicated with him the most. Since he graduated from that community college, one or two words can be dropped.

This person has treated him with enthusiasm for seven years, just like the fanciers who signed Kayu, full and lively. This high-spirited emotion has crossed the sea across the screen, and has inspired him countless times.

And now, for the first time in seven years, the man who had been with him said he didn't love him anymore.

Tang Tu knew that this was mostly a joke, but these words stabbed him a little.

Say something. He urged himself.

Explain why the fate of these two characters is arranged in this way, or follow the joke and say that you don't love me or something, or just give her a spoiler? But Katyu once said five years ago that he didn't like listening to spoilers, and he always kept that in mind...

Tang Tu curled his fingers, but in the end he was unable to weigh the most appropriate answer.

After a while, Kata Yu's "No Coriander" avatar with black background and white characters dimmed, and the status became offline.

She is disappointed. Tang Tu thought frustratingly. I look like this, the other party must find it extremely boring.

He turned off the computer screen in frustration, and opened the envelope that he didn't have time to open. In fact, he didn't want to open the envelope. Several documents, a few pieces of letter paper, and a plane ticket fell out.

This is a Chinese letter, in his native language, but Tang Tu read it slowly. After reading the four-page letter, he checked the contents of the documents, closed his eyes, and pressed his stomach with one hand.

He hadn't eaten since he woke up in the morning, and his stomach was hurting for a long time, but he ignored it like a self-abuse, and picked up the plane ticket that had fallen on the ground to check the date.

- Three days later.

At the same time, in the dormitory of Dongling University on the other side of the ocean, Lu Lianguang closed his laptop, stood up and moved his muscles.

He said to his roommate who was playing games: "Sanshui, come out of the copy and go foraging with me, I'm starving to death."

"Aren't you talking anymore?" said his roommate Huo Miao, his eyes never leaving his screen.

"Stop talking, it's morning over there, it's not good to disturb others."

"You can pull it down. Did they ignore you? I could hear you typing on the keyboard, and the reply tone didn't sound twice in total." Huo Miao sneered unceremoniously. The operation on his hand was not affected at all, and the brilliance of the skill burst out on the screen.

"It's obviously more than two times!" Lu Lianguang said in disbelief, "Your ability to listen to all directions with your ears and your heart is not good enough. He returned to me three times, three times in total!"

On Huo Miao's screen, the battle had entered the white-hot stage, but he was still able to separate his thoughts and chat with Lu Congguang: "You have been typing on the keyboard for a long time, and the opposite has turned back three times. Who dares to let us be like this? Great genius Lu? It's really cool."

Lu Lianguang replied subconsciously, "What do you know, this is normal for this guy! And he's actually very nice, not at all..."

"It's done!"

Huo Miao tapped the last skill button, and the boss in the game fell to the ground with a bang. He picked up the earphones on the side and said into the microphone, "I'm going out to eat and hang up for a while."

Putting down his earphones, Huo Miao waved to Lu Lianguang: "Come on, try to come back in half an hour, the people from my guild are still waiting for me to write the book together."

Lu Lianguang shook his head and sighed: "Hey, today's college students know how to play games all day long!"

Huo Miao followed with a sigh: "Who said no, what's more, he knows how to read novels all day long!"

The roommates disliked each other and went out.

On the other side of the world, Tang Tu repeatedly revised the wording in the document several times. He looked back at the sentence "I'm looking forward to your interview" sent to him by Katao, and finally summoned up the courage to correct a few sentences. Copy and paste the words into the chat box between him and the editor in charge.

Bamboo clumps: fried dumplings editor Hello.

Bamboo Congsheng: I thought about it, the live interview you mentioned to me the other day, I can accept a shorter and shorter one without mic. I had already refused that day, and now I regret it. I'm really sorry. I don't know if it will disturb your arrangement.

Fried Dumplings: Bamboo God, you really don't need to start with "Hello, Fried Dumplings Editor" every time you ask me...

Dumplings: Wait? ? ? What did you say? ? ? ? ?

Located in the editorial office of Bitip Literature Network in Dongling City, a young girl screamed: "My God! Bamboo God has agreed to be interviewed! Editor-in-chief, Editor-in-chief Sun!"

There was a commotion in the huge office area. A man called Chief Editor Sun stood up, his eyes were wide open, and he asked incredulously, "Which Bamboo God are you talking about?!"

"Of course it's bamboo!" Jian Dumpling said excitedly.

"I thought you were talking about bamboo..." Editor-in-chief Sun said halfway through, realizing that the author Zhu Cocoon he wanted to talk about was not under the editor whose ID was Jianjiao, so he suppressed it, but Jianjiao didn't realize that He thought about it, and continued cheerfully: "Which other bamboo **** can there be? Can't we just stand on this one, the only supreme god!"

Editor-in-chief Sun, who was almost middle-aged, twitched his cheeks when he heard this and looked a little embarrassed. !"

The entire editorial department was silent for a moment, and the young girl froze in place, embarrassed and dissatisfied. It's not the first year that Bamboo Congsheng has been called the "Supreme God", not only in the author forum, but also in the editorial department.

Editor-in-chief Sun didn't care about talking about these things at the moment, he just taught this sentence, took a deep breath, and commanded loudly: "Don't be stunned, Xiao Wang, go and inform the artist and add him as a solo artist. Poster! The traffic of this event is entirely up to him, give me propaganda to death!"