After dealing with the little embarrassment in the bathroom, Canglang carefully washed his hands and even used the seven-step surgical method of washing his hands.

What he wanted to wash away was not only the misery in front of him, but also the poetry and the columns in the distance.

The class group is so quiet, everyone is sleeping ~

Putting down the newly bought phone and looking at the cute Ouyang Nana screensaver locking herself, Canglang turned his attention to the web version, and his eyes wandered on the text rankings for a while.

Many books are ancient and everyone has read them.

Writing book reviews of such books is more likely to resonate with readers and controversy.

Reading volume is easier to increase!

But there are certain risks.

Some old readers have a very good memory and can remember many plots. Some people even have the potential to be representatives of the class and can list extremely detailed story details.

Canglang feels that his writing style has always been "picking bones in eggs", and of course he will also be brainless in blowing rainbow farts.

But he felt that it was meaningless to do that.

He once saw a miserable author, but he didn't like the book review area that was full of similar comments that "this person has a platinum posture". Some authors even took the initiative to hope that readers would put forward some constructive opinions.

Of course, except for the troll!

No one can stand it.

Canglang believes that his book reviews can still more objectively reflect the preferences of ordinary readers and the advantages and disadvantages of a book.

Anyway, in his recent articles, the principle is to say whatever he sees and say whatever he sees.

Especially recently, he saw a big shot talking about the dialectical relationship between the author and the reader in a book review, how the author deals with the negative comments of readers, whether it is necessary to write books according to the readers' wishes, why crowdfunding books are prone to collapse, etc.

These are all good questions, and they are also some works that you can often see recently that are obviously very amazing at the beginning, but are also very excellent in the middle, but collapse on their own in the later stage.

Canglang rubbed his eyebrows and thought for a while, but still couldn't find a suitable book and went to brush the copy.

He left the table, came to the balcony, and looked out the window.

It was still very bright in the morning, but now it was climbing a few dark clouds, and it seemed that it was coming to the destiny.

"Isn't it to come to see me?"

Canglang rubbed his nose and felt itchy and uncomfortable. He seemed to be just concerned about washing his hands and forgot to wash his face.

He returned to the bathroom and rubbed his nose carefully in the mirror.

Suddenly, two red blood stains flowed out of the nose, like two cute earthworms, flowing down the human and towards the corner of the mouth.

Canglang quickly raised his head, took out a tissue from his pocket, and blocked it on his nose.

By the way, he took some cold water and patted his head to cool himself down.

Two slender tissues were inserted into his nose, and he looked like an ancient ferocious beast.

He was so stupid that he was still grinning and laughing.

"I haven't had a nosebleed for many years! It seems that I'm very angry recently~ I have to do something to defeat the fire!"

He walked out of the bathroom and suddenly felt a chill in the dormitory, as if he had suddenly run into the air-conditioned room in the hot summer.

But the cold feeling came too abruptly, without any preparation, and seemed very stiff.

He turned his head and looked at the balcony.

"So I forgot to close the window!"

He shook his head, chuckled, walked over and prepared to close the window.

An extremely cold air flowed along the window, from his fingertips, all the way to his cheeks.

Hiss ~

"The windows are so cold?"

The glass he touched left a clear fingerprint, but it disappeared suddenly, as if it was being glued away with double-sided tape.

The sudden appearance of the vision, Canglang called the disappearance of his fingerprint "vision", there was nothing wrong with it.

"Come on thick! Get out of thick~"

No one claimed such a major incident of fingerprint disappearing at the first time, which made Canglang very embarrassed.

He was already ready to compete with any of the soon-to-be enemies and try the skills he acquired [Blind].

As a result, the other party seemed to be just interested in his fingerprints and had no other hobbies.

Canglang waited for three minutes and then quietly rubbed towards the glass window because he felt that the danger seemed to have not been completely lifted.

He spread his right hand slightly and slowly put it on. If he used this move onto a flower-like girl on the subway, he would probably not be able to get off the bus when he arrived at the station.

Ding ~

When he was five centimeters away from his fingertips, a piece of transparent chewing gum suddenly popped up from the glass, and it bounced towards the balcony with elasticity.

Canglang rushed over immediately with quick eyes and quick hands.

He wants to stop this magical creature.

"Don't run! I'm here, don't run~"

But the more he shouted, the faster the other party ran, and even wanted to live, so he bounced down from the balcony.

Canglang's hand caught blindly in the air, and grabbed it weakly for a few times, meaning.

"You're lucky! Otherwise I'll kill you~"

After cursing the enemy, Canglang began to feel uneasy, and the more he thought about it, the more he became uneasy.

"Why did you steal my fingerprint? Is it for the bank?"

If it is true, the problem will be serious. He quickly turned on his phone and searched for news reports that there were any gold shops in De City or the stolen bank ATMs.

Fortunately, his fingerprint was just taken away. It is estimated that he had to find the upper and lower channels first.

However, he picked up the phone and dialed the alarm number.

Beep ~

The phone is on!

"Hello, this is the alarm center! Do you want to call the police?"

Canglang clamped the phone and suddenly realized that it seemed that calling the police was useless.

"I can't afford to read, I called the wrong phone number!" He had to pinch his throat and pretend that he was a ten-year-old girl.

If someone sees it next to you, it will be messy for at least several days without stopping.

Canglang sat back on the stool and searched for monsters that could stick to fingerprints on the Internet.

The results found are all related to movies, novels, and animations.

It has nothing to do with the incident he just encountered.

"Big guys, I've had a small problem! There was a chewing gum spirit that stuck my fingerprint away. Does anyone know what it does with my fingerprint?"

He had no choice but to send a message to remove the spirit column communication group and ask the reposters.

He also thought about whether to send it to the certification column group, but when he thought that those people were dead fish, it was better to repeat the reading machine, so he left it off.

As a result, after three minutes after his message was sent, no one replied to him.

Canglang was extremely helpless, and the time in the lower right corner was displayed at 2 pm.

I guess many people haven't woken up yet.

He looked at the white ceiling of the dormitory, looked at the little black spider in the corner, and murmured: "Do you want to give you a bite? This way I may become the Spider-Man of Decameron!"

"Squeak squeak ~ You can't!"

Suddenly, the little spider actually answered his question.

This efficiency is the efficiency of some people in a certain event under the pressure, and it is worth a thumbs up~
Chapter completed!