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[Copywriting] [Weibo: Where is Yuer]
Lu Yi, the bully young master of Jiamin Middle School, is arrogant and surly, has poor grades, is ruthless in every aspect, but has countless suitors.
Lu Yi couldn't look down on anyone. He was holding a cigarette and shaking his legs and posted a post on the school forum: I, Lu Yi, don't fall in love, so don't get entangled.
Until the top student from the next class came to the door on the first night...
Lu Yi: Ahhh! Quick, quick, quick! Delete post! I can't let my little fairy Wan Wan see this! ! !
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Everyone knows that Lu Yi is an ignorant second-generation ancestor, and no one can connect him with Chu Wan, the cute and cute top student in the next class.
Until one day...
When everyone saw Lu Yi pressing Chu Wan against the wall and kissing her, the little girl blushed, panting and hesitating: "We agreed to kiss Chu Wan on the paper."
Lu Yi's eyes were burning, and he pulled out a stack of papers from his schoolbag. His voice was a little hoarse: "Let me kiss you for a while."
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I once fell into a desolate dream that never saw the light of day.
Until you broke through the dream and came with light to eliminate the demons in my heart.
——Lu Yi.
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Cookies.
The male protagonist is the flirt, and the female protagonist is the tiger. In the early stage, she was a sweet pet, but in the later stage, she became a crazy sweetheart.
Happy reading.
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The next copy is "Why doesn't he confess yet":
Copywriting 1 (cool version):
The third young master of the Shen family is depressed and is known to everyone as a loose playboy.
The first time I went to the back door of the school with someone to collect protection money, I met a delicate and soft little girl.
He held a cigarette between his fingers, his peach blossom eyes were slightly raised, and he stood with two long legs crossed, leaning lazily against the wall, with a careless smile in his eyes, and called her: "Child, can you lend me some money to spend?"
The little girl took out a lot of change, grabbed it in her hand, stretched out her hand, and burst into tears.
Shen Dao couldn't bear it anymore, so he squatted down with a tissue to wipe her face, and coaxed her helplessly: "Stop crying?"
The little girl continued to cry and couldn't stop.
Shen Dai took out a hundred yuan note from his pocket and handed it to her, saying, "Brother, please?"
When the little girl saw the hundred yuan in Shen Tuan's palm, a hint of snicker flashed in her eyes. She immediately stopped crying, wiped away her tears, took the money, folded it and put it away.
That night, fourteen-year-old Lin Jinran wrote in his diary——
Today, I met a God of Wealth.
I cried casually, and he gave me a huge sum of one hundred yuan.
Considering that he looked pretty good, I decided to try to accept his crazy advances.
Later, twenty-year-old Lin Jinran was crying and writing in his diary——
Ouch, it hurts so much. Why does it hurt so much?
Shen Zai, who was on the side, came over, raised his hand to pinch her earlobe, and said in an ambiguous voice, "What? Are you secretly writing bad things about your brother again?"
"If you cry again, brother will continue..."
Lin Jinran immediately wiped away his tears: "I won't cry anymore. Uh-huh."
Copywriting 2 (sand sculpture version):
At night, Lin Jinran passed by a less traveled path.
A few arrogant little gangsters jumped out, intending to rob money and sex.
Lin Jinran paused for a second, then began to unbutton his coat, and said in a rough voice: "Oh, to tell you the truth, I am actually a big shot in women's clothing."
Shen Tui, who was about to step out to rescue the beauty, shook his hands slightly and silently retracted his long legs.
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The night is long, he gives me endless tenderness
——Lin Jinran
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Genius girl x sanctimonious
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