Chuzheng came out of the bathroom, and Anji sat on the sofa with a book in his arms, looking quiet and a little behaved.

"It's getting late, I'll go back first."

An Ji heard the voice regaining consciousness, he stood up, the book in his arms fell on the sofa, and some of them were out of state and said: "I will send you."

"No, rest early." Chu Zheng took the phone on the table and went out directly: "Good night."

An Ji stood there, and whispered back: "Good night..."

The door gradually closed, and the house became quiet.

An Ji sat back, took her mobile phone, and clicked on Weibo, which he rarely logs in except for making announcements.

Many people have reposted comments on the one posted earlier.

An Ji did not read the content, but searched for a name-68150216.

This string of numbers may be a string of numbers to others, but he is very familiar with it. This is his high school student number.

An Ji read all the contents of that Weibo.

There are only more than 300 posts in total, but starting from the first Weibo to the latest one, it is all related to him.

although……

This seems to be a black powder.

Most of the content is quite long, and it's so dark that it's justified and well-founded, it's not the kind of scolding you casually.

An Ji rarely pays attention to things on the Internet.

Generally, it will go down after the post is finished, and come up again when you need to post next time.

But how could she know his high school student ID?

He has never violent any reality of himself on the Internet, even some interviews, he will avoid these problems.

Anji switched back to WeChat and clicked on the chat interface of Chuzheng.

Two words were entered with a finger, and then quickly deleted.

what?

Ask her why her Weibo account is her student number?

Still ask why she wants to hack herself?

An Ji didn't ask anything in the end, just as if she didn't see those things.

No matter what she had done, An Ji didn't want to break this situation now.

Quietly, unable to sleep or know what to do, he sat in the living room all night.

Seven o'clock in the morning.

The doorbell rang.

An Ji froze for a moment, then quickly entered the bathroom, washed her face as quickly as possible, grabbed her hair with her hand, and then went to open the door.

When the door opened, An Ji's expression stiffened, and her eyes felt a little bored.

"How did you come?"

Outside the door is a pretty young woman, covered in luxury goods, wearing big sunglasses, flaming red lips, revealing the **** and charming of a mature woman.

The woman chuckled: "Not welcome?"

An Ji's tone was cold: "Miss Ren, what do you want."

The woman took off her sunglasses: "Don't you ask me to go in and sit down?"

An Ji didn't intend to invite her in the door: "Miss Ren, we are not familiar with it, it is unnecessary."

The woman didn't get angry: "Okay, let's just say it here. Did you give your new bookmark to Jiangnan Publishing House?"

"Yes."

The woman laughed, and the flattery declared herself: "That publishing house is about to close down, you sign them, do you think your book can be listed?"

An Ji frowned without answering.

He has no choice at all now.

"Peace, I have good conditions for driving, why don't you think about it."

An Ji: "We are not suitable..."

Women don't care: "I don't need to be suitable, I just like you."

She stretched out her hand and tried to touch An Ji's face: "Let's get what we need..."

An Ji avoided: "Miss Ren, I don't need it."

The woman's finger fell free, and she was not embarrassed. She naturally took it back, tucked her hair down, and said with a smile: "Then I am looking forward to it, when you come to beg me."

The woman blows a kiss, puts on her sunglasses and leaves.

An Ji watched the woman leave, and the sound of high heels stepping on the stairs faded away.

He pressed his back against the door frame, chills.

This woman is called Ren Qi. She is not a member of the publishing house, but she seems to have a big head. When she came to the publishing house, she bumped into him and talked about things, and she has been pestering him ever since.

An Ji kept avoiding him, and no publishing house dared to sign him until now because of her.

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Ren Qi went downstairs and got in the car, her face no longer smiled.

Ren Qi took off her sunglasses, threw them in the car, took out her mobile phone and made a call.

"Why An Ji signed with Jiangnan Publishing House? I don't know? What do you do for food? Didn't I ask you to tell those people that they are not allowed to sign him? They have already got the ISBN? How did you get it?"

The person opposite didn't know what was said, Ren Qi's expression was very bad.

"No matter what method you use, I must let them give up peace!"

Ren Qi hung up the phone and glanced in the direction of the unit building.

Ren Qi wanted to suppress An Ji from publishing, but the publishing house didn't know what was going on, so it seemed to hang up suddenly.

The people she was looking for were simply not stuck at work.

Ren Qi ran to find An Ji twice.

"An Ji, what backer did you find?" Ren Qi smiled: "Is there any difference between me and others?"

An Ji's eyes were full of boredom: "Miss Ren, what are you talking about?"

"I'm talking nonsense?" Ren Qi said sarcastically, "Xiang Yue didn't let go. How did the going bankrupt publishing house go so smoothly? An Ji, I have done everything, there is no need to cover it up, right?"

She also makes people keep making trouble for them.

As a result, the preparations are almost there now, and the printing will soon be off.

But this matter quietly did not know.

The publisher did not inform him of any problems.

Naturally, he didn't find any backer...

But judging from the fact that he hadn't dared to sign a publisher before, Ren Qi must have done a lot of things behind his back. Why did that publisher have no problems at all?

"I don't know." An Ji suppressed the suspicion in her heart: "Miss Ren, please stop harassing me."

"Harassment?"

Ren Qi was probably amused by this word.

"An Ji, what's wrong with me? What do you want, you just stay with me for a while, and I don't want you to like me. I promise that people will make you more famous. With such good conditions, what do you have? Unsatisfactory?"

An Ji: "I don't need this."

If he wants to rely on his face to eat or write a book, he can go directly to the entertainment industry.

and……

He doesn't like Ren Qi.

He would rather not write a book in the future than do such a deal.

Ren Qi: "Don't consume my patience, I just want to think, your book still can't be listed."

"Then I will admit it, Miss Ren, goodbye."

An Ji closed the door, blocking Ren Qi's angry and shocked sight.

Outside the door, Ren Qi's chest moved up and down.

Ren Qi turned violently and left, and hit Chu Zheng on the stairs. Before Chu Zheng didn't speak, she yelled at first, "How do you walk? Do you have eyes?"

Ren Qi was angry at the bottom of her heart, and she just vented, and didn't mean to argue.

After scolding that sentence, Ren Qi walked directly downstairs.