Chapter 698 The Great Writer Who Was Trapped by His Friends 5

Xue Hai Wuya was still talking.

Chu Mu sat upright, trying very hard to distinguish what he was talking about.

But very difficult.

The person on the opposite side opened and closed their mouths, but those words fell into their ears, and it was difficult for their chaotic thinking to fully accept them, and then transform them into meanings that they could understand.

Xue Hai Wuya talked a lot on his own, but he never heard Chu Mu respond.

He looked up strangely: "Chunqiu?"

Opposite him, Chu Mu sat upright with a serious face, and nodded solemnly when he heard someone calling him.

It looked like nothing was wrong.

Xue Hai Wuya didn't notice anything wrong at the beginning.

Until he pulled Chu Mu to talk again, Chu Mu always thought for a long time before answering slowly, and occasionally he didn't make sense.

He asked tentatively: "Chunqiu, are you drunk?"

Chu Mu was indeed drunk.

He thought about it for a few seconds, and then nodded seriously.

Xuehai Wuya: "..."

I have never seen such a frank admission that he was drunk.

Xue Hai Wuya felt it was funny.

Seeing Chu Mu today, the other party has a calm and dignified appearance. One can tell at a glance that he has a good background and a good personality. Although he is young, he has an inexplicable style.

In short, just sitting there, inexplicably makes people feel restrained and skinny.

It was rare to see him like this now, and it was hard not to want to tease him.

He didn't think about anything at first, and asked casually, "What kind of story do you want to write in your new book?"

Chu Mu hesitated for a few minutes.

It's been so long that Xue Hai Wu Ya didn't expect him to say anything.

Who knew, Chu Mu followed his train of thought, and actually said it out.

At first, Xue Hai Wuya drank slowly by himself, and while drinking, he casually listened to Chu Mu's story.

Slowly, slowly, he sat up straight, leaning on the seat casually, and stopped refilling the wine glass in his hand.

Chu Mu's logic is clear. Although he is drunk, he has been thinking about the overall idea of ​​the new book for a long time. He speaks slowly, but it is very complete.

Xue Hai Wuya became more and more shocked the more he heard it, but he couldn't help but admire how wonderful it was.

He can be sure that such a novel setting coupled with the appeal of Chu's Chunqiu's pseudonym, combined with Chu's Chunqiu's sophisticated writing style and control.

Definitely another hit.

After admiring, a strong sense of loss suddenly surged in his heart.

He and Chu's Chunqiu have known each other for seven years.

When they first met, Chu's Chunqiu was just a newcomer, and he, Xuehai Wuya, was already one of the top gods on the Weather Literature Network.

He admired this talented junior very much, and believed in his own vision, this person would definitely become popular.

It is also a good thing to make friends with a future master in advance.

He posted chapters for Chu's Spring and Autumn, and promoted his book among readers. Many readers of Tianqi also know that among the great gods, Xuehai Wuya has a very good relationship with Chu's Spring and Autumn.

These years, seeing the Chu family's Spring and Autumn Period getting better and better, Xue Hai Wuya never felt any jealousy.

But tonight was a little different.

He fell into a trough, looking around in a daze, not knowing where the road ahead was.

The other party is at the peak, and the new book he conceived is a sign of great popularity.

Plus a few drinks.

Listening, listening, for some reason, a crazy idea appeared in Xue Hai Wuya's mind.

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3 more.

See you in the afternoon~