"Everyone... don't you go and check the content of the comment article and then discuss it?" A weak discussion came silently.

"What's the point of looking at? Jiang Yijun's commentary article is just that. He said that it was a sarcasm, and he said that it was an open scolding, and he would argue with anyone who caught it. He was not afraid of anyone. Poor young newbie posted the first time... don't leave any psychological shadows."

But even so, fewer and fewer people are discussing, and they are all involved in the wave of reading comments.

...And then they were stunned and drifted with the waves, like dried saury.

A hearty long laugh came from the small garden: "Old Jiang, hurry up and see your cultural blog hahahaha... Your little fans are all saying that you have been kidnapped. The article just now was written by the kidnapper holding your hand. Go and read it quickly. If it is too late, your fans will raise funds and ransom for you hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Mr. Jiang Jun, who was staring at the chessboard quietly, took a step back slowly: "As for?"

"Not it?"

Another old man with black hair, with no trace of white hair, followed a move and put away his light and projected the screen: "Why not? Tell me, after you retired from the college, you were encouraged to educate me one by one, how many people did you scold me?"

Mr. Jiang Jun's eyes didn't move away from the chessboard for a second, and it seemed that he was not angry at all when another old man commented.

Even after careful consideration, he slowly moved the cannon on the chessboard: "I have never said it wrong, and everyone who scolds them is the one who should scold them."

"You haven't met anyone worth praising for so many years, and until today I met the author of this article "Female Dust"?"

Mr. Jiang Jun frowned invisibly: "Have I praised him?"

The white-haired old man cleared his throat and started to recite: "The reason why there has not been a new trend in the literary world for a long time is not that there is no new blood in the literary world, nor that a group of veterans have exhausted their talents. Instead, there are always a group of people who are pulling tiger skins from somewhere and spraying blood in their mouths, like crabs in a basket. Although each one is rushing to climb up, as long as one of them really climbs up, they can't wait to stretch out their pliers and pull off the one they climbed up..."

Mr. Jiang Jun beat the chessboard and urged people to watch chess.

The old man with white hair was filled with righteous thoughts. When he was urged, he just lowered his head and thought about it casually. Then he began to say: "Actually, there is still a little bit of your style when writing this. The range of scolding is so wide, and the words used are so poisonous. Who knows that your old guy turned around and started to praise it. Of course, it is not entirely praising the article. But after praising the content in the article, he will connect it with the current reality and scold the current group of people. But even so, it is very rare."

Mr. Jiang Jun looked down at the chessboard and felt a hint of joy in his eyes: "So I didn't praise him. I was just talking about the matter. Besides, it doesn't matter if he wrote it well, it's a bit like my temper anyway."

"Just just fit your temper?"

"I have already said everything I should say in the comments. Let's wait for the results of the rest to come out from the Yangxinyuan. I think this article... is not that simple."
Chapter completed!