I Am A Scarecrow And The Demon Lord Of Terror! Chapter 69 - Warfarin Was About To Become A Great Writer

Chapter 69 - Warfarin Was About To Become A Great Writer

"Hey, have you heard?"

"Yeah, a friend of mine has already experienced it."

At some point in time, school gossip appeared on the school forum, becoming a daily topic for these students.

"What do you think?"

"Does it really exist?"

"Don't be like this, don't scare me. I don't even need to think to know that this kind of thing is definitely fake."

"But I heard that one of the boys in the dormitory went to a mental hospital."

"Don't be like that. It feels so scary."

"I heard about that too. They just returned to school yesterday."

"They're already like this. So why are they still coming back?"

"It's said that after treatment, their symptoms have improved a lot."

"Then do you think there is one? Another school hidden in the dream?"

...

"Hey, should we go out for a walk today?"

Looking at Warfarin, who was sitting next to him, Flanders put down the book in his hand and hugged her.

"When will the new book be released?"

Since Warfarin could appear here, it meant that the matter regarding the creation had ended.

At least that was the case for the first book.

As for the follow-up, it would depend on the response of the book.

If the results were good, then there was hope for further development.

Either preparing a follow-up or writing a new one.

By then, Warfarin would have taken root in the creative community.

If the results were not good, it would take a certain amount of effort and training to enter the community.

But by then, the other party would not be much help to Flanders.

Perhaps, she would consider Flanders as a memento doll.

Then, he would focus his attention on a talented creator, Emil.

"Next Monday."

Warfarin, who did not know what Flanders was thinking, leaned into Flanders' arms with a sweet expression.

Although she was happy and miserable when she was with Flanders.

In general, she was happier.

Most importantly, Warfarin found that she gradually could not live without him.

She did not know when, but she had become more and more dependent on Flanders.

"It seems to be going well?"

Hearing Warfarin's relaxed tone, Flanders was also thrilled.

She was really happy for Flanders from the bottom of his heart.

Flanders did not hide his feelings. Seeing Flanders so happy, Warfarin was even happier and more satisfied.

When you were happy, if someone could be by your side and be happy with you, you would be twice as happy.

Warfarin's voice rose slightly in happiness. It seemed that she had forgotten where she was.

"Let me tell you, the editor in charge of me was so scared that he peed his pants."

Flanders pressed his finger on the other person's lips, signaling for her to pay attention.

Warfarin was stunned for a moment before she understood. She looked around and realized that no one was paying attention to her. Then, she leaned closer to Flanders.

"It's true. You haven't seen it before. Reading a book can make you pee your pants. It's a pity that you were busy that day. Otherwise, I would have brought you to see it."

Hearing Warfarin's words, Flanders instantly had an idea.

To scare the editor into dropping his pants, the quality of this book was without a doubt.

However, he did not know if this editor would hold a grudge against Warfarin because of this reason?

"Oh, that's amazing!"

It should not be. After all, under normal circ.u.mstances, this kind of book would still be relatively happy.

That was because, although you were not ugly, you had also discovered such excellent work.

In this day and age, who would argue with money?

Towards Flanders' praise, Warfarin felt very pleased.

"Hmph, I believe that in a short while, I will be like that Emil, becoming the first female writer in this school to have results."

Hearing her mention Emil, a strange light flashed in Flanders' eyes.

Amir was now a well-known figure in the entire university.

As early as a few days ago, Warfarin had already regarded Emil as his target.

"Then when I tell others in the future, I can also proudly say that my girlfriend is a famous author."

"Go ahead and show off."

Looking at the cute Warfarin in front of him, Flanders did not mind playing a couple of games with him.

He looked at him affectionately, his eyes slowly filled with love.

"I'm proud of you, baby."

Acting, with the help of Disguise, all the best actors on Flanders' side were weak.

Fake to make it look real? No, if it were Flanders acting, then everything would be real.

In this warm and sweet atmosphere, warfarin was moved on the spot, and his eyes seemed to be about to water.

"Dear, today we..."

Warfarin placed one leg directly on Flanders' legs and kept rubbing it against them.

If this was not a public place, Warfarin might not have let Flanders see her in heat on the spot.

Feeling Warfarin's small movements, Flanders looked at her in amus.e.m.e.nt.

"Why? Weren't you still very resistant before?"

Ever since she started writing, Flanders had been chased out by Warfarin because she did not want to be disturbed, and he was not allowed to continue staying in the dormitory.

Flanders naturally knew that Warfarin was traumatized because of his recent nightmare.

In the end, although the process was comfortable, she could not bear it if the results were always so terrifying.

Whether it was physically or mentally, it was hard to accept.

And Flanders did not care about this. Although s.e.x was comfortable, what made Flanders even more fascinated was to become stronger.

In this world, only an increase in strength could make Flanders so fascinated.

As long as he had strength, no matter who blocked him, Flanders wouldn't be afraid.

Regarding Flanders' teasing, Warfarin knew that she was wrong, and her tone was very gentle.

She enthusiastically twisted her graceful body beside Flanders, trying to arouse Flanders' desire.

Her mouth was close to Flanders' ear, and Warfarin tried to fool him.

"I was feeling sorry for you. I've read in books that men can not engage in such behavior at a high frequency, or else it will have a serious impact on the body."

From an objective point of view, high-frequency s.e.x would indeed affect a person's physical health.

But to Flanders, this strange person, there was no such effect or problem.

He was not a human being in the first place. His illness had never been related to him.

Moreover, in the past, when Warfarin was crazy, she wished that she could hang on to him 24 hours a day, every minute and every second.

Flanders did not expose her and treated her as if what she said was true.

"That night, I'll bring a bottle of wine over tonight. Let's celebrate properly."

"Mmm-hmm!"