At a certain period, I was involved in several groups of writers and often talked about my life ideals with my colleagues in the group. In a special group, there was a special writer who had been despised by everyone for a long time. The man had a nickname called Bragging Brother. Everyone thought that he would die if he didn't brag.

The reason why Brother Bragging caused public anger is very simple. As a well-known stallion writer, he likes to discuss with other colleagues how to push down girls. He often shows up and describes what kind of girls he has hooked up with recently, and there are also pictures and truth-telling photos in the group.

Unfortunately, no one believed him, and everyone thought he was showing off his pictures searched online.

This is understandable. Think about it, at that time, at least half of the writers were watching movies and masturbating. If you change a girl with a bulge in front and a bulge in the back a week, who can accept such a strong setting?

Like all writers who stick to principles, Braggie is very persistent. Sometimes this person is particularly persevering. In order to make people believe in him, he posted all the photos of himself and his girl.

Unfortunately, since he posted the photos, no one has believed him.

I have to say that the bragging brother in the photo is too vulgar. The photo of him and the girl looks more like a beautiful woman PS a beast next to her, or a beautiful woman next to her. Everyone thinks that if such a beast can soak the big wave girl in the water, then God will be really blind.

I am one of the few people who chose to believe him because I think that a person with such a rough appearance dares to post his photos, which means he is forced to do so. Such people are usually people with temperament and trustworthy.

On the other hand, there are living examples around me, such as my friend Abin, who looks a little vulgar, but he has a list of awesome people, which lists a row of clear data: I slept with twenty-nine girls in three years of high school, slept with forty-three girls in four years of college, and completed the killing of hundreds of girls in less than two years of graduation from college.

Maybe it was because I felt too strong to be trusted. Since then, Brother Bragging has attracted me as a confidant. Even though he stopped writing books later, he often asked me about my well-being on QQ.

He often asked me to go to his territory when I had time, and said something that impressed me: "Whenever Ni Kuang went to Taiwan, he would eat, drink, play with women with Gu Long. We are not great gods, but we could also have an imitation show and also eat, drink, play with women..."

I came to this completely unfamiliar city, and I had two purposes. On the one hand, I wanted to take over the class of Mai Tian, ​​and on the other hand, I wanted to meet the brag brother a hundred miles away and fulfill our promise to eat, drink, and play with women.

That night of that month, when I walked into the heaven and earth, I saw the manager in a suit and tie, and looked dazed. No matter how I looked at it, I felt that I had seen this guy before. After thinking for a while, I finally remembered it, so I asked, "Are you a bragging guy who wrote "The Beauties of the Universe in the Day of Rebirth"?"

He said, "Yes, are you?"

I reported myself to my house, and then we looked at each other speechlessly.

The situation at that time was quite like my back.

In the end, thousands of words were condensed into five words: Big brother, fate!

It can be seen that Brother Bragging is not very good at appearances. He is not as vulgar as in the photo. He is wearing a manager uniform and has a bit of chic meaning. He takes a step back and says that at least this appearance will not scare the girl away.

I asked him: "Aren't you in City B next door? Why did you come to City A?"

He said: "Who told you not to go on QQ every few months? Your news has never kept up with the times. I was in City B last year, and my uncle forced me to come here to work at the beginning of this year."

I smiled and said, "That's fine, I don't have to transfer the car to find you."

He asked again: "I see that your new book has not been updated, and you are eunuch again?"

I hated such a heart-warming question and smiled bitterly: "Can you stop saying 'rewell'?"

He is very good at comforting people: "Don't take it to your heart, eunuchs are also good. Those who are remembered by readers forever are all eunuchs."

I said, "Brother bragging, can you change the topic?"

He said, "Okay, but I have a request. Don't call me bragging brother in the future, call me Lao Cui."

From then on, Lao Cui and I began a happy life of a combination of two swords.

Later I found out that Lao Cui was quite generous in this place. Although he was just a lobby manager with sesame and mung beans, he couldn't resist the boss being his uncle. This guy walked in this family, like a yamen.

Later I found out that Lao Cui had been hooking up with Mai Tian, ​​but he failed. The relationship between the two was a little stiff, so Lao Cui would occasionally wear small shoes on the eight golden hairpins from time to time.

Since I took over, there have been no more shoes.

Because of this, the Eight Great Golden Chai admires me very much.

On the first day of my tenure, I left a powerful and mysterious image in the minds of the girls.
Chapter completed!