Zhang Qian is good at choosing places. This coffee shop is far away from the government compound and is in a remote location. The environment can be described as deep and not easy to attract attention.

For their embarrassing status, it is undoubtedly the best place to meet here.

Ning Chunyan and Wang Zixu ordered two cups of coffee and sat down to wait. Not long after, Zhang Qian appeared with her bag.

Ning Chunyan had heard Zhang Qian's story and her voice from many people, but it was only now that she met Zhang Qian in person. After meeting her, she felt a little disappointed.

This woman who was loved by 999 roses can only be said to be above average in appearance. Even if the most complimentary man came, he would never be able to tell that she is a peerless beauty. But she is very good at dressing up.

Her hair was dyed a low-key and luxurious dark golden color, and the hair around her temples and ears was carefully permed into curls. As far as Ning Chunyan knew, no local beauty salon in Xihe could do this hair-doing technique. She must have done it regularly.

Go to Donghai for maintenance.

She was wearing an Armani light gray shawl jacket, with a dark brown Masion waist-cinching top underneath, a Hermes belt tied around her waist, and she was holding a bag of the same brand and color as the belt.

In short, the impression she gave Ning Chunyan was that she was very "expensive". Even the luster on her face smelled like money, which was the result of a small bottle of 6,000 yuan of ultra-hydrating skin care products.

At just the first glance, Ning Chunyan knew why she and Wang Zixu couldn't get together.

Zhang Qian put her handbag on the table, sat down and said, "I've been waiting for a long time. I don't have much time, and I don't have a few words to say. I came here just to give myself an explanation, and then I'll leave."

Ning Chunyan stared at her and said in a bad tone: "You should also give me an explanation, give an explanation to Wang Zixu, and give an explanation to Wang Zixu's novel."

Zhang Qian smiled nonchalantly and combed her hair with her hands: "Let me tell you straight, I was the one who killed Wang Zixu's manuscript. I didn't read his content and killed it directly."

Ning Chunyan's eyes widened, as if she was about to start spraying in the next second, but Zhang Qian immediately interrupted her:

"But do you think I hate him and deliberately find trouble with him? No, I do it for his own good. Ning Cainnu, have you ever thought that by giving him hope, you are actually harming him?"

Ning Chunyan frowned: "Who is harming him?"

"Have you seen him write?" Zhang Qian asked suddenly, "I lived with him. If you had seen him write, you would know."

Ning Chunyan thought of Chen Qingluo at home and smiled coldly: "What's wrong with him?"

Zhang Qian frowned slightly: "He is hurting himself by writing."

"What self-harm?"

"That's the literal meaning," Zhang Qian said. "If he continues to write like that, within ten years, he will either go crazy or die."

Ning Chunyan said: "You mean you killed his manuscript to protect him?"

Zhang Qian crossed her legs: "What else? I just want him to give up on this idea and stop taking the path of writing in the future. There are thousands of roads in the world, why must he hang himself from an unprofitable tree?

"

Ning Chunyan closed her eyes weakly: "Just for this ridiculous reason..."

Zhang Qian raised her voice: "What ridiculous reason? Ning Cainnv, I don't know what the relationship between you two is, but I can say with certainty that you definitely don't understand him as well as I do. If you knew how he wrote, you would definitely support him."

My approach."

"Boom!"

In the coffee shop, only a few people looked here.

Ning Chunyan slapped her palm on the table, as if she had exerted too much force, and it was burning with pain. She suppressed her anger and said, "Zixu is an adult, and he doesn't need others to dictate his life."

Zhang Qian was startled by Ning Chunyan's sudden anger. She felt a little panicked. She stretched out her hand to block her bag in front of her and whispered:

"The preliminary list has been handed in, and the essay competition has entered the next process. If you came to me to change your grades, I'm sorry, I have said no more now."

Ning Chunyan raised her voice: "Then you ruined him like this, then came here to talk nonsense, and then walked away irresponsibly?"

Zhang Qian plausibly said: "In my opinion, those of you who praise his talent and persuade him to work hard will destroy him."

From the moment Zhang Qian came in, Wang Zixu had been silent, sitting upright as if a steel bar had been inserted into his back. His mind had not kept up with the conversation between the two women. After hearing this, he asked:

"In other words, my manuscript was rejected because there was something wrong with my writing?"

Zhang Qian turned to look at him dumbly, and he asked urgently: "You're dead because you haven't read my novel? You haven't read the content, right? It's not just that there's something wrong with what I wrote."

The woman's mouth moved for a long time, and finally she uttered a sentence: "You are hopeless."

She grabbed her bag and left without looking back.

"Who is this!" Ning Chunyan raised his head and drank a large cup of coffee. After drinking it, he was still angry.

If Wang Zixu hadn't been sitting here, she would have yelled loudly. She would have used the most vicious words she knew in her life, packed them into bricks, and hit Zhang Qian's back.

But Wang Zixu sat there happily, like a Bodhisattva, which made her angry.

"Why can't you be angry at all?"

Wang Zixu shook his head: "I'm angry."

"You scold her when you're angry! Damn it, I'm here to help you speak, I'm almost sick with anger!" Ning Chunyan said while rubbing her chest.

Wang Zixu sighed: "Actually, she didn't have any bad intentions. She was always like this before. I couldn't change her, and she couldn't change me, so we broke up. Although I was angry, I couldn't curse. If I wanted to curse, I

Dad, as well as many people in life, have done similar things, and I can’t even scold them. What else can I do? Just think of it as something I owed them in my previous life."

Ning Chunyan grabbed Wang Zixu by the collar, pointed at him fiercely and said: "Wang Zixu, remember, you have to express your temper. You will bite anyone who treats you badly, and you will bite anyone who tells you not to."

If you are happy, just lose your temper openly. If you don't express it, they will never understand it. They think you like it very much!"

Wang Zixu nodded: "I know, I just..."

Halfway through his words, he didn't know how to express himself. Finally he looked out the window and sighed: "I'm used to being bullied."

…

"What happened next?" Chen Qingluo asked with a serious expression, "He just accepted his fate?"

Ning Chunyan shook his head: "He was very happy when he knew that he had no problem writing, as if all the problems had been solved. He said that the essay competition was not bad this time anyway, and if there is a chance in the future, he would submit the article to other magazines."

Chen Qingluo said: "The scale of this essay competition is so large, and there are so many big names participating in the conference. If he ends his journey in this way, he will regret it in the future."

"Yes!" Ning Chunyan said, raising his voice, "So he recognizes me or not. I said that if I want to get his manuscript into the main competition, I must do it."

"You really can't find any connection? Give the manuscript to Teacher Li Tingfang. She should be accommodating after she speaks. As long as you read his manuscript, everyone knows that he should not be eliminated."

Ning Chunyan said: "I called the teacher and told her, but once the primary election process is finalized, it is impossible to change it, and she can't help. The results of the primary election have been finalized, and countless eyes are staring at the results.

If I overthrow it and start over again, I don’t know what kind of trouble it will cause.”

Chen Qingluo lowered her eyebrows and thought: "In other words, the results of the primary election cannot be changed."

"I also called Director Mei, and he also knew about it, and he meant the same thing," Ning Chunyan said. "He told me that the results of the primary election cannot be changed unless Wang Zixu is directly allowed to participate in the second round.

, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to help.”

They both fell into silence.

Although rules are made by the strong for the weak, once they are set, even those who make the rules must abide by them, otherwise even the strong will lose credibility.

Especially the essay competition itself is jointly organized by several departments, with many people talking, and the losers are also unbalanced. If the results of the primary election are overturned and the 101st article is forced into it, small incidents will also

It will lead to a big turmoil. If it ferments into public opinion and scandal, Teacher Li Tingfang's efforts over the years will be in vain.

Ning Chunyan scratched her head irritably: "It's all that woman's fault. She's so self-righteous. Her far-fetched idea has caused so much trouble."

Chen Qingluo sneered: "Don't mention that woman again. She is just a stinky bitch."

Ning Chunyan was stunned and stared at Chen Qingluo with her mouth wide open.

She suspected that this was the first time in her life that Chen Qingluo said this word.

Too rare.

But it feels so good to listen to it.

Chen Qingluo added: "Actually, Director Mei has made it very obvious, but you didn't realize it yourself."

"How to say?"

"Just let Wang Zixu participate in the second round." Chen Qingluo said, "It can really be done."
Chapter completed!