Funny version of copywriting:
The female protagonist in this article is not silly and sweet, and the male protagonist is not a domineering CEO. It's just a romance between a people's teacher and a life-saving doctor. The plot is bloody and the plot is tortuous (don't complain, don't complain). Neither the female lead nor the male lead is a stalker type (people don't have to worry about getting married, okay? Why hang yourself from a tree)
Dr. Chi (holding a scalpel): Write well. It doesn't matter if you don't write well. I will change your mind when the time comes.
97: (＞＜) You must write well. Don't worry, Anxun is yours, no one can take it away...
An Xu: Xiaoqi, the teacher knows you are the best. You want to arrange me and the seniors together. ‵(*∩_∩*)′
97: Yeah, I understand. Mwah! !
Yan Shengtong (turning the handcuffs): The surname is Jiu, (97: I don't think the surname is Jiu...) If you want to go in and talk to me, don't say anything. "Stalker"? Am I like that kind of person?
97：///^_^....... No, no, how could it be? Officer Yan is a talented person who knows current affairs...
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Serious copywriting version:
He had treated countless hearts, but when he saw that woman, he couldn't control the frequency of his heartbeat...
She is a Chinese teacher who is both internal and external, but when she meets him again, she no longer cares about his elegant temperament...
When they met for the first time, they fell in love at first sight. She said her name was An Xu, which was a poem by Yan Shu: The bright moon does not understand the pain of separation and hatred, and the slanting light of Zhao Xiao penetrates Zhuhu.
At that time, he didn't understand how painful it was to leave hatred, and of course he didn't know what it meant to not understand separation and hatred.
But then she said to him: "I have never been yours!" He finally understood, so much that his heart ached.
He prayed to her: "Be my heart and let my blood circulate for you."
But she said: "When the grass and trees are scattered, the heart will eventually grow old."
"It doesn't matter, as long as that last beat is for you."
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