Pat Me Please

Chapter 82

When he got home, Yu Zhou cooked a bowl of noodles, took two bites, then turned on his phone and checked Chang Pei’s comments.

One of the comments read: “I heard that a radio drama is going to be made. Dream about it and Susu will be the main character.”

Yu Zhou smiled and scrolled down. A reader posted several messages in succession.

For example, in the third chapter, she said: “This place is very suitable for dramas. Think about a teacher who said, ‘Would you like me to help you film’, ah, I am gone.”

In Chapter 6, the mackerel said again: “Maybe this is suitable for a certain teacher, I already have a voice in my head.”

Yu Zhou didn’t want to read it, and refreshed the comments above. The latest one was posted by the ID “Su Chang’s Little Tail”. She said, “I’ll come to read the original book in advance.”

Yu Zhou returned the long pendant. She was a little dazed. She originally wanted to post a Weibo with great interest to tell readers that her new article was definitely going to be a drama, but now, she didn’t really want to post it.

Of course, she understands the fans’ expectations, and the expectation of collaborating again is actually an affirmation of her, but she feels a little empty in her heart, and she can’t express it.

All of a sudden, so many fans got the news, and she didn’t know how it was delivered. She guessed that there was another post on the forum, so she left the restaurant, lay down on the sofa, and opened the long-lost forum.

But there is no post on the forum about “Pat for Me”, but there are several about “Sacred Altar”.

Generally speaking, she doesn’t like to click on this kind of post discussing radio dramas, because this is a secondary creation, and she doesn’t really understand those discussions about production. This time, by accident, I clicked in and took a closer look.

But in the second half, it is not a discussion about the plot at all.

They are talking about the addition of radio dramas to the original works.

The word “feeding back” used at the beginning, she still thought it was a little funny, it was quite cute, and after reading it, a netizen said: “This article was blurred before, and I read it at that time, and it was only 700 and I couldn’t accept it. Now that they can publish books, it is estimated that after the entity is released, there will be another wave of additions, including a radio drama.”

Another person was a little surprised: “It was only 700 at the time? Now it’s almost 100,000 collections.”

“That’s right, no one had heard of this article at the time, and we didn’t even know the name of the main character, laughing to death.”

“That such a small IP, how did you invite Su to sing Peng Wangzhi?”

“The ancestral grave is smoking, it’s been said all the time.”

Someone below was laughing: “This is good luck, it became popular all of a sudden.”

A wicked netizen said: “If I were the author, I would kowtow to the radio drama.”

Yu Zhou stared at the word “kowtow” for a long time, and then her scalp began to numb belatedly, and then she took a deep breath, thinking that there must be netizens who would refute it later.

But after going down dozens of floors, someone said: “Hhhhh, you are so wicked, but you are telling the truth.”

“Although, it’s true. Some people have said that for a long time. Every time it is mentioned that the original work was taken away by the radio drama, the author who should kowtow must ask the eight imperial envoys to come out and go hahahaha.”

Yu Zhou’s eyes were a little sore, and she couldn’t see the screen clearly even after blinking twice. She held it a little farther away, and saw clearly again. She thought she wouldn’t be presbyopic.

Then she exited blankly, just in time to see a post titled: “Which dramas do you think the original works should be given to the crew…”

The remaining two words are hidden in the content of the post.

Usually when she sees this kind of post, she won’t click on it at all, but today she opened it.

It’s already a post from last month. When I opened it, only five comments could be displayed on the phone’s full screen, three of which were “Sacred Altars”.

It was difficult for Yu Zhou to describe her current mood, she was not in the mood, she just opened her mouth slightly, inhaled and exhaled continuously, and then she felt her ears turned red.

It’s not the hot ears when I’m shy, but it’s as if I’ve been punctured, or stripped naked, embarrassing.

She glanced at her trumpet, the one that fought for Xiang Wan, was still logged in, but she didn’t have the courage to argue, she just felt her ears getting hotter and hotter.

Like the scorching sun.

The point is, it is difficult for her to refute. If she is a netizen, a bystander, and a person without any interest, she may also think that the netizen is right, or think that this kind of ridicule is wicked but humorous it’s not a big deal.

But sadly, she is not. She is the author of The Shrine.

Her fuzzy book, with 500,000 words, is indeed not read by anyone, so only those 700 people, and herself, know how she typed out each word at night when no one cares about it.

Afterwards, the 100,000 bustling people didn’t even know about it.

I don’t know how she keeps the loneliness of not responding, and projects her own loneliness into the words, and I don’t know how she talks to the characters in her pen.

I don’t know how she wiped her tears while describing the crying of the characters. It was so blurry that she couldn’t see the screen clearly, so she wiped her tears and continued to write.

I don’t know how she pursed her lips behind the screen after the characters experienced joy, and smiled reservedly and not too much.

Occasionally, at two or three o’clock, her neck was so sore, she put on her slippers to take a shower, and saw handfuls of hair on the ground, she picked them up, thinking, next time I won’t stay up late again, I don’t know how long it will take Only then can it be brought back.

But there is no way, the busyness of the day has taken up all of her, only in the dead of night can she empty herself, forget about the job of 10,000 yuan a month, and become a visionary who creates the world.

She will thank anyone who puts her heart into her work, but she doesn’t think she should kowtow to anyone.

It was her from scratch, why did she lose her dignity and kowtow to others?

Yu Zhou suddenly felt that he seemed to be very sorry for the characters and stories that were created at that time.

Because she didn’t ask Shen Bai and Qiao Qiao if they would like to have the excitement like this, do they want to be supported by others and attract the attention of thousands of people, or, in fact, they also miss the time when they only talked to themselves.

Yu Zhou turned off the forum, opened the long pendant, stared at the word “shrine”, and was in a daze.

It took a long time to stay.

The phone vibrated, it was Su Chang’s message, and asked her: “Are you home?”

“Here we are,” she said.

Su Chang sent a voice, first smiled softly, and then asked her: “Do you want something to eat?”

She didn’t reply because her mind was full of another comment.

That comment says—

“Shen Bai should also kowtow to Su Chang. There is one thing to say, Su Chang’s voice really adds a lot.”

Well, she does not deny that Su Chang has the best voice in the world, of course she can add to everything, for example, a simple question “Do you want something to eat?” is always asked by her with a long aftertaste .

If this sentence meant that Su Chang used her voice to make the character Shen Bai more flesh and blood, adding more charm, I think Lai Yu Zhou would not refute it.

But she didn’t think Shen Bai should kowtow to Su Chang.