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At that moment, not just Qin Yun, who was being intensely watched by Lun Chuan, but even He Kuang, who had been non-stop chattering just now, became silent.
They were all new writers from the same batch, who, by a twist of fate, slowly became close friends.
Back then, just when Lun Chuan had begun to make a name for himself, he was plagiarized by a well-known senior author, who even had the audacity to accuse him at the writers' conference—
Lun Chuan was still figuring out how to adjust the color palette and produce solid evidence when the two of them, with their keyboards at the ready, joined the fray.
He Kuang, with his glib tongue, could talk the dead out of their coffins, not to mention Qin Yun—he had always been on the heavier side and was often mocked by other children when he was young, which led to many fights, honing his fighting skills to be particularly tricky...
Anyway, that conference was indeed very exciting.
