Qiu Mingyue really wanted to ask the relevant people, is this normal?
Teacher E, oh no, male asthma bloggers, after recording the script, do they all inform the scriptwriter's mother privately?
But then again, it was she who took the initiative to send a private message to Teacher E first.
At that time, I had just finished writing the script, and my hormones were still high. I sent a message to someone in a state of confusion: Teacher E, I am the script girl who wrote "Drunk After". I didn't expect you to record my script. I am so happy [crying] I have been following you for a long time, and I have listened to your audio many times. Then I wrote a new script, because I feel that only you, the teacher, can feel that way. It is specially written for Teacher E. I just want to send it to you privately [love] if the teacher is interested!
He was talking nonsense, and now Qiu Mingyue has no eyes to look back.
She thought about what she should say in reply.
"Thank you, teacher"?
Or "I saw it, I really like it!"
However, she does not feel that she is a partner working with Teacher E. Instead, she feels that the two are having a private relationship, maybe because she is his fan.
Private relationships are unethical.
Even if I have a natural defensive mentality, I still naively think that after all, there is nothing to fear across the Internet. Inexplicably, I felt a little guilty, as if I had secretly become a traitor, but because of this, I felt even more unspeakably irritated.
After deleting, deleting, and subtracting, I bit my thumb and said "tsk", and accidentally slipped my hand, and an emoticon flew out.
It's so good that it's just a picture of "Pants flying".
Qiu Mingyue was in a hurry and before she could withdraw, she received a new message, a smiley face symbol.
:)
Qiu Mingyue petrochemical ing.
Because it is a specialized R18 software, the product side pays special attention to protecting privacy. It is invisible by default and does not have a read function. Users can adjust it according to their personal habits. Qiu Mingyue did not adjust it, and obviously, neither did Teacher E.
When was he online... Surprisingly, he responded instantly...
Another new news.
E: Did you listen?
Ah - Qiu Mingyue lay on the sofa, burying her face in the pillow and screaming silently.
Because she was so familiar with the tone of his voice, she could almost figure out the phonetic versions of these three words.
He spoke in a calm voice, but the listeners blushed and their hearts beat.
Is it Teacher E or Zhou Su?
Qiu Mingyue was suddenly confused for a moment.
Lift your face.
Lemon Yellow Star: Sorry, teacher, I just sent the wrong emoticon.
Then he added: I just saw it when it went online, and I haven't heard it yet! Listen now!
Strange, why does she really look like a student answering the teacher's questions?
E: OK, I hope you like it.
...It was because she had no determination and couldn't resist the temptation, so she was easily seduced by such a sentence.
And when she actually listened, it was as if a teacher was watching her take dictation. Qiu Mingyue was like a light on her back. But when Teacher E's voice sounded in the earphones, Qiu Mingyue's inexplicable embarrassment and awkwardness suddenly disappeared, as if full of wrinkles. A piece of clothing was ironed until it was docile and docile.
She settled back into her little bed with the air-conditioned quilt between her legs, listening and reading the script she had written. Everything about Zhou Su flashed through her mind like a slideshow.
Qiu Mingyue suddenly felt that she was doing some performance art. It was obviously pornographic, but like writing a diary in adolescence, she poured the most secret, sensitive, and crazy thoughts into it, diverging reality, which was both fantasy and catharsis. And she The wound on the ankle has long since healed.
I remember that it also rained in the evening when I wrote this script. Unlike that Wednesday, it rained continuously all night. The house was soaked in the rain, and she seemed to be soaked.
The hard drive deep in the drawer seemed to be making noise, and Qiu Mingyue felt as if she had grasped some straw, allowing her to drift in love and desire without drowning in the rushing stream, and to feel cool in the summer heat. Icefall.
In her fantasy, Zhou Su could not be so disciplined. Since he brought her a band-aid, it was not inappropriate to kneel down on one knee and help her put it on as a gentleman. But his warm breath would brush against her knees, making her wince uncontrollably.
What would Zhou Su do if she mistakenly thought that he touched her? How to appease?
Looking carefully at the wound, the ambiguity that was about to break out was as fragrant as a thick and dripping cloud. Thunder suddenly broke out, and the tip of the outstretched tongue broke through the surrounding mountains. The rain that had been brewing for a long time finally fell with great force, trapping them in In this small world, the situation is turbulent.
At critical moments, they will brake again and hold on to the reins, unwilling to break through the bottom line. Pretentious grown men and women pretend that nothing is going off the rails, trying to control the impact within a manageable range.
Reason is supreme and can control all desires. If desires are out of control - then please blame it on the rain that has been falling for too long and is too cold. The lingering fog blurs the outline of the world, as if fast forwarding to a deserted afternoon at the end of the world, everything is about to happen. Destruction, just like this, they would rush into the heavy rain without any scruples, take off their wet and cold clothes, and use the most primitive way to cuddle up and keep warm.
No matter how unrealistic the imagination is, trying to clarify the logic and add authenticity in the absurdity, it seems that in this way, dreams have more possibilities to come true.
The sound effects of the rain are very realistic, and even after the end, there is a simple extended rain sound. Amidst the soft white noise, Qiu Mingyue fell into chaos for a moment. She was covered in a thin sweat and couldn't tell whether she was in the car or in bed. When the drum-like heartbeat slowly stabilized, she opened her eyes and the room was bright. , the sun is still shining brightly outside.
So cool, so comfortable.
That melting feeling like being sucked into your mouth.
Re-read what Teacher E asked her, how could I not like it?
I like it and am about to climax again and again.
Qiu Mingyue was not sure about the other party's attitude, so she thought carefully for a long time and replied restrainedly: Teacher E, I have finished listening and I like [Compare Your Heart] very much.
Teacher E quickly replied to her: Just like it.
But after waiting a little longer, there was no next sentence.
That's it?
Gone?
Qiu Mingyue was stunned. She thought Teacher E must want to have something happen with her?
The drop was so big now that she breathed a sigh of relief, but felt as if the cooked duck had flown away, and she was a little disappointed.
Lemon Yellow Star: Teacher E, if I write a new script, can I send it to you again? [Poor] You can just choose the one you like and record it!
E: Not public?
Lemon Yellow Star: Hmm... I just want to hear the version recorded by you, teacher.
E: Or the Boss series?
Qiu Mingyue was surprised. Although he may have asked casually, he hit the nail on the head.
Lemon Yellow Star: Yes...
E: Of course you can send it to me, but as long as I record it? After all, it is a script written with great care and hard work.
Lemon Yellow Star: Yes! I just write whatever I like. Teacher, I would be very happy if you can record it!
Qiu Mingyue rarely leaves messages when surfing the Internet. She has left Teacher E a few times, but she has never received a reply as compared to other fans who praised her talent and boldness. However, Teacher E rarely replies.
In short, in the few exchanges so far, Qiu Mingyue was pleasantly surprised to feel that Teacher E seemed to be quite capable and gentle. After all, he had covered himself so well that she had no way of observing him before.
E: Can I ask why you keep writing your boss' script?
Qiu Mingyue was slightly startled.
E added: Just curious, because I also like this series very much, Mrs. Star? By the way, what should I call you :)
Lemon Yellow Star: Just call me Star! Why do I keep writing... Maybe I am more inspired now that I have entered the workplace, haha. Teacher E, you should also be a working party?
E: Well, I have been working for several years. Did you only let me record it because you thought I was more suitable?
In fact, have you gotten to the bottom of it? However, Qiu Mingyue didn't feel offended at all. Instead, she seemed to have seen a puppy wagging its head and tail at her? With wet black eyes, full of innocence and fawning look, he stretched out his front paws to carefully touch her.
...What kind of painting style is this? Why is she here dog-sculpting Teacher E? Who is whose fan?
crazy.
But he dared to ask, and Qiu Mingyue suddenly became fearless: Yes, in fact, there is a prototype.
After a minute, Teacher E: Am I a meal replacement?
I can't tell if it's just a rhetorical question or a curiosity. Although it is true that he is treating people as meal replacements, would he be unhappy if he really said that? Qiu Mingyue didn't want to go too far and didn't answer directly: "It's just that your voices are very similar..."
E: How does it look like?
What should she say?
Lemon Yellow Star: They all sound good...
E: Is he the one you like?
Lemon Yellow Star: Forget it.
E: Why not develop it realistically?
Lemon-yellow star: It's not convenient to go up and down, but work is still important and you may calm down after a while.
This time E didn't reply for a long time, and when Qiu Mingyue wondered if he was offline, he sent a message: Do you like his voice?
Oh - Qiu Mingyue understands, is Teacher E worried that if she doesn't like the real owner, he won't like him either? He doesn't make money from this, but he still knows how to gain fans? Qiu Mingyue felt novel and at the same time, she was indeed pleased in a small way.
Lemon Yellow Star: Sound Sound! Teacher E, I have followed you much longer than I have liked my leader.
Teacher E hung up again.
Qiu Mingyue later realized that her words were a bit ambiguous. After thinking about it carefully, it seemed that she was looking for his meal replacement in reality? Teacher E won't be scared away by her, right?
Before any explanation could be given, Teacher E sent two words: Thank you.
Regardless of whether he was misunderstood or not, Qiu Mingyue only cared about one thing: Teacher E, so when I write a new script from now on, can I just send it to you directly?
E: Yeah.
Lemon Yellow Star: Can plain water be used too?
E: Yes.
Qiu Mingyue breathed a sigh of relief. She looked through the chat records between her and Teacher E again. She suddenly felt that her life was promising, but it was longer than the chat records between her and Zhou Su. She couldn't help but ask: Teacher E, so Do you really like the script I wrote or...
E: You wrote the script very well for me.
Quite to your liking? Very sexual fetish?
There are so many professional scriptwriters. Qiu Mingyue doesn't think her writing is very good. She probably just fell in love with Mung Bean. After all, she is just like Teacher E. I have to say that she is somewhat lucky. Thinking of letting Teacher E act out her fantasy, Qiu Mingyue felt like a high-ranking official watching a play in a theater.
As the drama unfolds, her days of debauchery seem to be about to begin.