I don’t know how long it took, but I suddenly heard Lao Bai’s cry in my ears, and Huang Yifan opened his eyes.

Then, after a few hearty laughter, a figure came over: "Lao Bai, long time no see."

“No trace.”

Seeing Wuhen in front of him, Huang Yifan couldn't believe it: "Wuhen, it turned out to be you."

I was still muttering about Wuhen just now, but I didn’t expect that Wuhen was really here.

Although there were a lot of questions in my heart, when Huang Yifan saw Wuhen’s smile at this time, he nodded secretly.

He knew that this was the smile after experiencing storms and finally seeing the rainbow.

What is the success of the past?

So what about previous failures?

In the end, Wuhen killed him again.

“Good, no trace.”

He praised Wuhen in his heart, and Huang Yifan hugged Wuhen: "Wuhen, it's really been a long time since we saw each other."

"Hahahahahahahaha, Lao Bai, I thought you forgot me."

Wuhen made a joke.

"How could it be? No one will forget you."

Huang Yifan also laughed.

However, the two of them were reminiscing about the past, when a strange voice came over from the side: "Are you guys doing something?"

As soon as this sentence was said, Huang Yifan and Wuhen instantly opened a distance: "Who is the one who makes the basics, you are the one who makes the basics."

Looking back, it was a man with a messy hair with glasses.

"This is."

Looking at Wuhen, Huang Yifan wanted Wuhen to introduce him. Wuhen smiled, but did not introduce him directly, but said, "Old Bai, you know this person, why do you want me to introduce him?"

"We know?"

Huang Yifan looked around, really didn't know where he had seen him.

"Wuhen, it seems that I have never met this person before."

"Haha, Bai Shen, don't you remember me? Back then, I abused you eighteen times."

"My grass"

After saying this, Huang Yifan finally knew who this girl was.

“Thirty-two.”

That’s right, this is the group leader of the struggle writer group Thirty-two.

This guy is from Hotpot City, an otaku. He usually has two major hobbies: one is writing, and the other is playing with oars.

Thirty-two always claimed that although he was not the best novel in writing, he was definitely the best novel in playing games. This sentence is not an exaggeration. This is a super master. Although the super master is not the most powerful, there is the strongest king at the top. However, compared to a lot of online authors who are mixed in the bronze rank, the super master is even more powerful than the strongest. Huang Yifan once had a one-on-one fight with Thirty-two, but he took 18 heads all the way, and the crystal pushed to his nest, and it ended in 15 minutes.

"White God, you finally remember me, it really makes me flattered."

"Your sister, you haven't posted any photos yet, who knows you? Besides, your voice is so unique."

He also had a hug with Sanshier. Although it was his first time meeting with Sanshier, Huang Yifan was an old acquaintance with Sanshier in the struggle group. As soon as he opened his words, the two were like old friends who had been many years.

"Thirty-two, go aside, it's my turn, it's my turn, Bai Shen, recognize me."

A younger young man next to him took a step forward and looked at Huang Yifan and asked.

"Who are you?"

"Bai Shen, do you remember chasing you for a week and asking you to read the beginning of a new book for me?"

"South of Jiangcheng."

When the old story was brought up again, Huang Yifan directly recognized "south of Jiangcheng".

"Wow, it's amazing, 32, two authors have come to our group of writers."

Although the Fendou Writer Group was not a group of failing authors back then, it was not a group of great masters. When Huang Yifan entered, everyone was only struggling on the food and clothing line. Unexpectedly, after a few years, two great masters had already appeared in the Fendou Writer Group.

Huang Yifan knew that if he was recommended to join the Chinese Writers Association by Qidian, he was not an ordinary author.

Thirty-two and Jiangcheng are able to come here south of them, which is enough to prove their strength.

"Brother Guanyu, it's not two."

At this moment, a beautiful woman walked out next to her.

Hearing this voice, Huang Yifan was a little stunned.

Because, there is only one person who calls Huang Yifan "Brother Guanyu" in the group of struggle writers, that is bean paste bread.

As for why he is called Huang Yifan, the reason is that Huang Yifan chose a net name called "Chen Guanyu". However, because the name "Zhen Guanyu" in the world is so famous, everyone does not know who "Chen Guanyu" is outside the world's No. 1. However, in the same group, "Doushabao" is called Huang Yifan "Brother Guanyu" every day. Of course, Huang Yifan also called "Doushabao breast" "Yes," Yes, it is a breast, not a brother. As for why it is a breast, it is because the beanshabao is a woman.

"Oh my God, Dou Bao, you are here too."

Huang Yifan smacked his tongue, and couldn't believe it.

"Hey, I said, why don't you call me when you come? I told 314 that I'm waiting for you here, just call me directly."

"What phone call is we don't recognize the way. Besides, can we surprise you after calling?"

Thirty-two said on the side.

"Yeah, it's really a surprise."

Huang Yifan was extremely happy.

It is really a great time to meet old friends who have been there at this time.

"Let's go, I haven't registered yet. Let's register and enter the venue together. We must have a good chat later."

Taking everyone and two other online writers that Huang Yifan was not familiar with, Huang Yifan went to the front desk registration office of the China Writers Association Hall.

"Name, pseudonym, ID"

The staff of the front desk registration office took out a form to register the identity information of a group of authors.

"Name: Yang Dan, pseudonym: Doushubao, ID"

The first person to register is the bean paste bun.

At the same time, several other traditional writers in the hall were watching Huang Yifan and others.

"Did you see it? The first few are the Internet writers from Qidian."

“Where?”

“Just at the check-in front desk.”

"Oh, I saw it, I look pretty young."

"Barring, those online novel writers who write messy things, how old can you expect them to be."

"Too."

"But I'm wondering why the Writers Association accepted 7 of their online writers this year."

"What's so strange about this? Didn't there be two online authors join the association last year?"

"That's different. Although the two who joined the association last year were also online authors, they usually wrote paper works and their writing skills were still good. However, these people this year are completely online authors and have no penny relationship with physical literature. How can such writers recommend joining the national Writers Association? It's almost the same to join the provincial Writers Association."

"So that's it."

"Will you talk to them about it if you have time?"

"I think I'll forget it. This time I'm here to have a meeting, not when we attack online writers."

"Just talk, what kind of siege or not, when did we attack them?"

Several traditional authors cast their eyes at Huang Yifan and his group of people from time to time and whispered.

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