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In 2003, Wen Bufan was nineteen years old, in her prime, and her youth intimidating.
The age of the internet was three years, while the number of netizens was three thousand. Wen Bufan tapped her keyboard loudly, desperately trying to cope with the ”Three Thousand Weak Waters”.
Amongst them, with 700% being invisible or offline, with 200% being invisible, Wen Bufan disdained to interact with them. Gradually, although they were all online, they all seemed like strangers to each other.
Eight out of a thousand netizens leave if they feel like it, say hello when they are happy, remain silent when they are unhappy.
Because of her unwillingness to meet her, she had conserved a bit more stubbornness and arrogance, and in the end, became dull. Eight out of a thousand, Wen Bufan hoped that she could comfort her lonely state of mind when she was alone!
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Ever since one night a year ago, Wen Bufan suddenly thought of something: To become a certain kind of person, one had to interact with certain kinds of people, with objects and groups of people. Maybe the circle was really very important, she added quite a few groups about literature, but they were helpless to enter.
In a fit of anger, Wen Bufan wrote down the following words: I want to form my own group. I want to have my own circle, so I'll use this as a wager.” In a fit of rage, Wen Bufan wrote down the following words: ”I want to form my own group. The sound of her voice was like a pot exploding. Moreover, it was unknown when her stickers had been posted by Tian Ya, Sina, Sohu, and other well-known website's netizens!
Uh, so there were actually so many literary youths in the country who had the same dream as her. After three months and eight days of posting, Wen Bufan reaped a lot of rewards.
From the previous visitors to the 500 people QQ upgrade, and then to the next carefully selected. After all, not everyone joined in for the sake of literature.
For example: obfuscating and obscene Internet names are decisive; abusive Internet names are banned; information is not complete, cool off on the side … And just like that, the day after day of subscribers continued to flock to the site. In the end, even those who had joined before had begun to implement the reshuffle.
”Di, di, di …” His voice continued to fill Wen Bufan's ears, causing him to become a little afraid of going online. Sometimes, even if he went online and hid himself, it wouldn't escape the eyes of the crowd.
”If I don't meet someone, I'll be annoyed. My life is not going well, but the people I like don't care about me. They don't like me, right? They just like to stick to me. How depressing!” A netizen named Angry at the Thousand Fingers typed, and he was also invisible.
Ignoring him? It's been three years since we met, how can I be the same thoughts as you? I like it, but I often look down on him coming online, being as rare as a shooting star, and finding him on my own initiative. It's been three years since we've known each other, how can I be the same thoughts as me, I like him, I often look down on him coming online, being as rare as a shooting star, and taking the initiative to find him.
Wen Bufan thought for a while and laughed, then typed out a line of words: ”Um, you brat, you don't know how to appreciate favors, who's so lucky to be liked by you? Who was the one who pestered you? ”
”Wen Bufan, age nineteen, height one hundred and sixty-five, body graceful, face elegant, beautiful …” Angry at Thousand Fingers quickly typed on the computer screen.
Wen Bufan was shocked. He actually likes me. Don't tell me he found out that I was the one who she said she wouldn't meet? Try him first.
After a minute of being stunned, Wen Bufan purposely typed on the computer: Who is Wen Bufan? How could you like her? ”
”Hehe, are you still testing me? Forget it, let's talk about something else. Can we have a meal together at our Mahua City's Century Plaza tonight? Have a drink of water? ” Angry at her for inviting her for the first time.
Enraged at the thousand man finger, he was not entirely sure that Wen Bufan was just saying that they would not meet again, but after a long time, when he did not see Wen Bufan respond, in that moment, he suddenly had an intuition, maybe, she was Wen Bufan, so he decided to follow along and try his luck.
”Who are you?” Wen Bufan had a feeling that something was amiss, and she was secretly furious. She actually knew that I was Wen Bufan, what was going on? Actually, 99% of the people at Coconut University didn't know about it! How would he know?
”Wu Tengfei, 19 years old, studied at the Mahua City Military Academy. Height 1.86, weight 70KG, specialized in sports. The two of us are one man, one man, one warrior. We are known as the ”One Man and One Martial Art”, and we are invincible throughout the world … ”
He was a little excited, as if he had really agreed with some poem. The crowd was looking for her, but that person was at the top of the lanterns, and was looking for her. He was looking for her, and there was a golden thread of goose and willow, and he was coming out to exchange wine, and he was also selling the same thing with her … Mother, we're leaving, hahaha, and we're even going up the clouds in the distance of the Yellow River, and there's a lone city of thousands of mountains …!