Is the steamed bun master as handsome as him?

No!

Is it faster for Master Mantou to write articles?

No!!

Master of steamed buns...

Nothing!!!

As soon as the list of winners of the website’s most influential Diamond Character Award came out, Pan Ting went crazy. As the most handsome master of the website, he believed that he deserved the five words “most influential”!

In the entire website, except him, who else can win a scream with his face? In this world of looking at faces, this is not called influence, what is influence?!

Seeing the fan of Mantou Master Mantou, Mantou, carnival on the Haikuotian Forum, "Demon Pan Ting" slapped "Angel Pan Ting" on the table with a rake, and flew to the screen with great momentum, bewitching Pan Ting:

"As the grass in Ping'an Lane Kindergarten, you actually lost to a steamed bun with crooked melons and jujubes. Can you bear it? Can you bear it?! If you are a handsome guy, you can't bear it!"

Of course Pan Ting thinks he is a handsome guy.

He angrily posted a new post—and then opened [Computer] → [Local Disk d] → [Shameless Opponent] → [Master of Steamed Bun Black History] and posted photos of Steamed Bun Master collected on various occasions.

He did not delete the selection because it was ugly.

As the number of clicks and comments increased one by one, he happily browsed the web page.

——Damn! I thought that the photo of the big steamed bun bald and buck teeth at the website party had deeply reflected the hardships of human evolution, but I didn’t expect that the photo was after plastic surgery!

Pan Ting: Haha.

——Master Mantou looks like this? He is worried about Mantou’s parents.

Pan Ting: Hahahaha.

——The writer relies on writing style and talent. The poster is a novice-faced person who is kept by a rich woman, so he pays attention to his face.

Pan Ting: There is no way, I am born with the capital to be a novice.

——Don’t be afraid of steamed buns, you have your advantages——not be afraid of disfigurement.

Pan Ting: Hahahahahaha, I didn’t even realize that I had such a big weakness.

——Support the Mantou! What a man needs is connotation, and let me do beauty. I am a little dragonfly, so I can keep it and warm the bed.

Pan Ting: No, I can come alone with connotation and beauty. There is no way, I am so handsome!

——The author has something wrong with the poster! Send a photo to see how handsome you are.

Pan Ting: Haha, handsome scares your eyes.

——Only a God-like face can write God-like text. God closes a door for you and will open a window for you. Without a face, you have a brain.

Pan Ting: Hahahahahahahahahaha... funny!

...

——Mr. Yin?

Pan Ting:...uh?!

Pan Ting, who was happily browsing the comments while complaining in his heart, thought he was dazzled, rubbed his eyes, and read them five times before he was sure that the last comment on the third page was indeed written with his simple and simple pseudonym "Yin Ye". His eyes swept to the id of the poster-

Master of steamed buns.

...

Pan Ting: I have a scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered

The most depressing thing about doing bad things is not that you fail to succeed, but that you are exposed at orgasm. If you fail to succeed, you can continue to work hard next time and be exposed... It's so embarrassing.

Pan Ting looked at the flickering steamed bun portrait on QQ, curled up his hands and feet and squatted on the lazy sofa. After a while, hesitantly clicked.

I'm a big bun:

[Nose picking] Updated?

So free, have time to visit the forum?

Pan Ting grabbed a triangle ruler from the pen holder, stuffed the sharp corner into his mouth and bit it entangledly. He typing his fingers on the keyboard and then deleting it. He typing it and then deleting it. He made seven or eight times back and forth, and finally the final draft was sent out.

Warm wine hermit:

What is the forum to write?

I'm a big bun and I'm going back very quickly:

Pretend.

Isn’t the one with my nostrils snoring upside down? Isn’t it the top secret version you took?

Which one is there?

Pan Ting, who had been stunned once, was stunned again, spit out a ruler and read the post again, and it was true.

On the picture, Master Mantou’s nostrils were facing the sky, his mouth was open and he was sniffing. A line of clear water flowed from the corner of his mouth, crystal clear, reflecting the morning sunshine.

Pan Ting remembered that it was their first time to attend the website author conference. He and Master Mantou were separated in the same room. The shocking snoring made him sleep all night. The next day he went out, he was teased by other authors and said that when he saw Master Mantou, he knew that he had been satisfied last night, and he seemed to have been tossed all night.

Several people surrounded him and asked the size of the steamed bun master.

The steamed bun master said with a look of embarrassment, "I was exhausted yesterday and my actions were a little conservative. Tonight, I was burning my boat and swearing to death. I should do my best to make Master Yin return without regrets. If I have any accidents, I would like to take care of the two elders in my family... and Pan Pan."

Pan Ting: "..."

Everyone laughed violently.

Liangzi, just like that.

At that author conference, Pan Ting won the 10-potential award and was the leader among the newcomers. Later, he became even more powerful and became the master of the website by waiting for the big red article. Master Mantou completed an article at that time, and the subscription was bleak.

The two of them gradually drifted away, and the indescribable Xiao Liangzi was also forgotten by Pan Ting. It was not until Master Mantou's second article rose strongly and swept the major lists, and even his new article was knocked down, that Master Mantou's ID appeared in his sight again.

Master Mantou became a god with his writings and was highly praised by the website and was on par with him.

The joke about the two living together was mentioned by other authors, and they were unquestionably called "girlfriend". After a while, Pan Ting had to pinch his nose and maintain a close relationship with Master Mantou. Occasionally, the website was active, and the two met very enthusiastically. If the most influential diamond figure who had been waiting for six years was intercepted by Master Mantou, he would not have been overwhelmed by his anger and exposed his dark thoughts.

I'm a big bun:

Where is the person?

I didn't blame you again.

[Shy] I'm so embarrassed that I've won the most influential award when I look like this.

Warm wine hermit:

I will hang your photo in the reader group to let everyone download it to ward off evil spirits.

Do you want me to send it to you?

I'm a big bun:

[Love] Attend the conference tomorrow, we will meet again to show you the real person.

The conference awards were limited, and most writers failed to attend the awards year by year, and complained that the conference had to make reforms last year. First, the results were issued one night in advance so that writers who did not win the awards could decide whether to attend the next day's award ceremony, second, the readers were invited to watch the award ceremony, and third, dozens of small awards were added.

Pan Ting was very confused inside.

Although there is no grand prize, there is still a consolation prize for one of the top ten writers. If he loses the grand prize, he seems too ungraceful. But when he thinks that he has to watch the most influential diamond character award he regards as the most influential diamond character in the year, it is difficult to maintain this demeanor.

I'm Damantou and can't wait for a reply, and it started to flood the screen:

[Love you] I remembered the days when I was sleeping in the same bed, it was so free and happy.

You sleep on the other end of the bed, and I sleep on the other end of the bed.

Every night, the fairy was beaten up.

[Shy] Exhausted and unable to stop.

Warm wine hermit:

I'll kill you this time!

Pan Ting finished speaking boldly and quickly stepped down.

After a while, he thought it was wrong and climbed up again.

I am a big steamed bun and bubbling as soon as possible:

Miss me so soon?

Warm wine hermit:

[Disappointed] Forgot to drag you into the blacklist.

I'm a big bun:

...

Don't!

Pan Ting dragged "I am Big Mantou" into the blacklist, then turned off the computer, and returned to the room with a refreshing look at what to wear tomorrow.
To be continued...