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Zhang Dandan and Lu Fanfan are really a star-crossed couple. The two have been writing online articles for many years, but they have always been indifferent. A male is a cannon fodder, and a female is a resentful woman. At night, the two of them sat at their computers and thought hard. Lu Fanfan, who was born in Kawen, sighed and said: "It's a pity that my ancestors had a number one literary scholar, but in my generation, they can't even get signed to write online novels. Isn't it just a matter of having hands? Do I have fake hands?" Zhang Dandan laughed and said, "You are the real one, your ancestor had a fake number one scholar." "Presumptuous!" An ethereal voice descended from the sky, "My son is the number one scholar approved by the emperor, how can it be false? Is my imperial wife supposed to be in vain?" "Wow, my ancestors only produced one scholar and one wife. Are you the first grandma?" "Exactly. Be good... Great-granddaughter, don't be discouraged. Put on the footwear that I gave to my son, your ancestor who was the number one scholar, and put it into the book you wrote. With a few modifications, the novel will definitely become a hit. How can the direct descendants of the number one scholar be dull in their writing?" As soon as he finished speaking, a pair of sturdy, wear-resistant, tightly woven straw sandals fell onto Lu Fanfan's computer desk with a clang.