When the author column of the seven novels on the blog all display the same name, all the netizens here were confused!

Chu Kuang!

Chu Kuang!

It’s all Chu Kuang!

The topic of the blog was instantly drowned by countless screams!

"My God!"

"I read it right!"

"Are you sure the blog is correct?"

"The authors of these seven super classic short stories are all Chu Kuang. Is Chu Kuang alone fighting the tribe from beginning to end?"

"Mom asked me why I was kneeling on the Internet!"

"Who had guessed that Chu Kuang had written two or even three articles before? I already thought it was outrageous at the time. So, did you tell me that these seven works were all made by the old thief alone?"

"How magical is reality more than novels?"

"No wonder the blog's event is called "The King of Short Stories". This is not called the King of Short Stories. Who on both sides deserves this title!"

Someone had guessed that Chu Kuang had written more than one article before!

However, even if you take advantage of everyone’s courage, no one dares to guess that Chu Kuang wrote seven articles alone!

This is a classic short story!

Even a short writer with a very high level is proud to be able to write a work that reaches these seven levels!

Chu Kuang wrote seven works alone!

...

The same news was also reproduced on the tribe.

Explode instantly!

Countless netizens in the tribe jumped up!

"Kneel!"

"What a pervert is this!"

"The top short story writers of the tribe who had agreed to beat Chu Kuang together, but who did beat whom? Chu Kuang alone had already surrounded the writers of the tribe!"

"Chu Kuang: Very good, tribal writers are left alone (heavy fog)"

"Last time, the fairy tale was picked up by nine, and this time, there were seven consecutive releases of top short stories. Other novels were written one by one, and the old thieves threw them out in a basket!"

"I'm going to the blog to watch the old thief, it's better if this tribe is not waiting!"

"Chu Kuang: Tribe writers, put down your weapons quickly, you are surrounded by me alone!"

"Naruto's shadow clone technique was learned from you, Chu Kuang?"

"Stop it, tribe, there is Chu Kuang outside!"

Even though the three gay friends have already withdrawn from the tribe, Chu Kuang still kills seven in seven out on the tribe's hot search list!

...

In the industry.

When I saw that all seven works were written by Chu Kuang, the news directly triggered a major industry earthquake!

All chat groups in the short story are in full swing!

A short story writer who released a new work in the tribe was stunned for a long time before he said dryly:

"Are we hit by Chu Kuang alone?"

"Sending your sister's voice is even worse than a dog barking. Can you stop shaking your voice? The hands of labor and capital typing began to tremble!"

"I'm scared to you, I'm scared..."

"I'm so stupid, really, I just know that Chu Kuang can pick nine in one fairy tale, and is Lan Xing's short fairy tale king; I don't know that he can even throw out so many kings at once when writing short stories."

"Give the knees to the King of Short Stories"

"I may have a problem with my eyes. I will look for an ophthalmologist in a few days. When the blog novel reached the seventh author's name, I felt that my eyes had a serious ghost."

"Your ghost, is it Chu Kuang?"

"You guys who post books in the tribe are jumping. Why don't you think that the writers who post books on our blog are transparent from beginning to end, and suddenly they understand the shadows at the beginning."

"After working on it for a long time, Chu Kuang is hitting himself in our tribe."

All the tribal authors were hammered!

The author on the blog is also in a mixed mood!

Although I won the blog, it seems that it has nothing to do with them?

All group chats in the industry have started to explode, and Feng Hua and Feihong have never appeared.

These two people were silently peeking at the screen.

a long time.

Feng Hua privately chatted with Feihong: "Brother Fei, why are you doing if you have nothing to do?"

Feihong: "?"

Feng Hua poked the nine-grid grid angrily: "You said before that Chu Kuang could not be called Qinzhou's three-horse horse, because he has too few works?"

If you don’t say that, can Chu Kuang be so crazy?

Feihong's face turned dark: "Get out!"

Whoever you love will take the blame, and the labor and capital will not take it!

...

There are winners and losers.

Some people blame others, some people will take the blame.

When the tribe became the biggest loser in the short story king series of activities, the tribe literature department suddenly shouted and scolded!

Then all the major tribes of the tribe cursed!

"Lingkong, this dog thing!"

"I knew that Chu Kuang, the monster on the blog, would definitely become a major concern for our tribe. If it weren't forcing the shadow away, how could Chu Kuang become our opponent!"

"Lingkong is a thousand-slash!"

"I'm not afraid of opponents like gods, but I'm afraid of teammates like pigs. I hate them so much. They're all good things done by Lingkong, and no matter how you think about it, they're all the fault of Lingkong!"

"Why haven't the superior removed the position of Lingkong yet?"

"I suggest dragging Lingkong out and killing him!"

"What kind of opponent did Lingkong provoke our tribe? Who would he provoke or not, but he would provoke those three perverts!"

"The blog is really going to crack with a smile now!"

The tribe guessed right, the blog has already cracked with a smile!

Cheers come one after another!

...

Lingkong couldn't hear the cheers of the blog, but he could hear the scolding of the tribe!

Some tribes are quite close.

Some of the louder voices were heard directly to the comics department!

Inside the comics section.

The editors looked at the nose, nose, mouth, and heart, without saying a word, but their faces were somewhat complicated.

This is the tribe's retention project after the defeat of the three gay friends.

Editors privately call this situation "daily humiliation and deception".

The minister's office inside.

There are constant sounds of falling things.

coffee table.

Cup.

Ping Ping Pong.

There were also the intermittent roars in the air without any concealment:

"A bunch of waste!"
To be continued...