After Zhong Junmin finished speaking, everyone started to laugh awkwardly. It was too difficult to ask people to eliminate distracting thoughts and pay attention to their career.

Zhong Junmin himself also felt that what he said was too pedantic and too harsh. He probably didn't want young people to listen to it, so he sighed to make amends for himself:

"Actually, recently, I have been arguing with Huang Xinghuo every day, and I have been a little shaken. Now our students are full of quotations from the Little Prince. At first, I was very disdainful, but after listening more, I felt that this person was indeed quite capable.

.But his writing style, no matter how good it is, will never be on the stage. I just don’t want you to end up like this."

Wang Zixu never expected that the topic suddenly changed and suddenly flew to the little prince who was out of reach. Although the little prince was still him, he did not expect that for a moment he thought his identity was exposed.

Wang Zixu said: "Professor, you don't have to worry about this."

Because it has been reduced to this.

Zhong Junmin nodded: "That's good, that's good. 'Literary and historical chronology is almost between divination and fortune-telling. It's just what the emperor teased, advocating excellent animals, and taking it lightly.' Even Taishi Company Ma Qian fell into a trap that year.

A deep self-crisis, but in the end history gave him his due status and his glory will last forever. Don't give up on your own path just because of gains and losses in one place or another. You must have chosen literature because of certain beliefs. You have to stick to yourself.

Believe in the power of words.”

Wang Zixu nodded solemnly and said sadly: "Okay, I will."

Hearing the name of the little prince, Wang Zixu was not the only one who was sensitive. Ning Chunyan interrupted and asked: "Professor Zhong, do you still think that the little prince is not popular?"

Zhong Junmin shook his head: "If you don't belong to the mainstream, you won't be able to join the mainstream. No matter how good you write, it's just a secret, and you can't become a real master."

Wang Zixu was very shocked when he heard this, but Ning Chunyan's eyes lit up: "So, you think the little prince's writing is pretty good?"

Zhong Junmin's face turned livid: "Who said that?"

“You just said that he ‘can’t become a great writer no matter how good he is’, does that mean he can at least be a good one now?”

Zhong Junmin was so angry that he slapped the armrest of his chair: "I'm not saying that his writing is good, I'm saying that there is a dividing line between good literature and bad literature. Part of him is at the upper end of that dividing line, but that part is the least important in literature.

Part of it, except for that part, the rest can’t even be considered literature, so I can’t say it’s good.”

Ning Chunyan kept her mouth shut knowingly. She didn't agree with Professor Zhong's point of view, but there was no need to anger him on this matter.

She likes the little prince, but this kind of love is more suitable to be hidden in her heart. She only needs to know it in her heart, and it is not suitable to declare it verbally.

After Professor Zhong finished speaking, he was still very unhappy. He turned to look at Wang Zixu with a livid face: "Your writing style is also good. I feel it is no worse than the so-called little prince. Some parts may be lacking, but don't be discouraged, and don't be jealous of him."

Achievements. His explosion was just a momentary noise, and becoming a river that never fails is what every author should pursue."

Facing the professor's expectant gaze, the prince had nothing to say and could only nod slowly: "...Okay."

"No worse than the little prince" is certain, "some parts are lacking" should be impossible, and "jealous of his achievements" is even more out of the question.

Because he is the little prince. Of course, you just need to know this in your heart, and it is not appropriate to say it out loud.

He was very glad that he had decided not to disclose the identity of his little prince, otherwise would there be so many people helping him now? He cherished these fates and would always pay attention to keeping them secret in the future, and never reveal the identity of the little prince.

Mentioning the little prince, Professor Zhong's chatterbox opened up and he spoke to everyone.

Wang Zixu doesn't care what the little prince is like, he cares more about Chen Qingluo. Now, he seems to have gradually become accustomed to being in the same space as Chen Qingluo. He is less than a few meters away from Chen Qingluo, and he can not behave awkwardly or use metaphors to make sense.

This is remarkable progress.

What made him regretful was that Chen Qingluo never looked at him even once. He glanced at her secretly many times, but she never looked at him once.

Wang Zixu was a little frustrated. It wasn't because she didn't look at him, but because he couldn't help but confirm it over and over again even though he knew she wouldn't look at him. He knew there was no result, but he just couldn't help it.

It was obvious that Chen Qingluo had not forgotten him, and the two of them might still be able to try to talk to each other as before. Even if they could no longer get closer, it would be great to just be friends. But Chen Qingluo had no such intention.

Why does she pretend not to know herself in front of others? She must have her own reasons. Maybe she doesn't want others to see that she had such a relationship with him in her youth. Maybe she feels that Wang Zixu has failed too much with him.

If you have a good relationship, you will lose your status. Chen Qingluo’s thoughts are unfathomable, who can guess?

Maybe it's a good thing that she doesn't look at him. He can stop thinking about her and no longer stare at her who can't get close to her, which only adds to the trouble. Just like the poets sighing at the moon, she can't get close and can only imagine.

While the professor was criticizing the little prince and Wang Zixu was bowing his head in deep thought, Chen Qingluo suddenly spoke, which shocked Wang Zixu.

"Why should the little prince be called little prince?"

"What?"

Chen Qingluo said: "I mean, who would give themselves the pen name 'Little Prince'? It feels a bit...with all due respect, a bit narcissistic. I feel like a very hypocritical person."

Chen Qingluo’s focus has always been peculiar

Wang Zixu felt deeply shocked.

Professor Zhong's ten minutes of output just now did not have a greater impact on him than Chen Qingluo's words.

Ning Chunyan quickly said: "No, little prince is just the abbreviation, the full name of his account nickname is, little prince uprooting the baobab tree."

"What's it called?" Chen Qingluo raised her eyebrows.

"The little prince uprooted the baobab tree."

Chen Qingluo swayed, covered her mouth, turned around and faced everyone, her shoulders trembling.

"...Pfft, whoop, whoosh..."

Wang Zixu had not seen such an emotional Chen Qingluo in more than ten years.

She was fighting with herself intensely, trying hard not to laugh, but her crescent-shaped eyes betrayed her, and her cheeks turned pink.

Ning Chunyan glared at her: "Why are you laughing? Could it be that the little prince pulled out the baobab tree upside down and made you laugh, right?"

Chen Qingluo's shoulders shook even more fiercely.

"Ah? Is there really anyone who would be amused by this nickname? Your laughter is really weird."

Chen Qingluo kept laughing and couldn't refute her. Ning Chunyan ran over to look at her face and started to mischief:

"Isn't it just the little prince pulling up the baobab tree upside down? Isn't it funny that the little prince is pulling up the baobab tree upside down? Can't the little prince pull up the baobab tree upside down?"

Chen Qingluo squatted down with a squeaking sound, buried her face in her hands, and made a sound like a cat.

Wang Zixu felt in a good mood again.

How did you come up with the name "Little Prince Uprooting the Baobab Tree"? That's great. At least I'm very talented in naming!

When the time was almost up, they sent Professor Zhong to the station. Along the way, Professor Zhong talked about the literary persistence that a writer should have.

At first, Wang Zixu was worried that he would not get along well with Professor Zhong because of his status and qualifications. But after the exchange, other than disagreements about literature, he had no airs.

Perhaps after reading more, people have become broad-minded and tolerant. Professor Zhong does not claim to be authoritative. He is like a cute little old man who can get along well with each other even if he has different opinions.

When he arrived at the high-speed rail station and said goodbye, Zhao Peilin told him a lot of useful things.

For example, registration for graduate students is usually at the end of September, and the initial examination is shortly followed. After all the calculations have been made, he only has more than three months of review time left.

When you reach the age of thirty, your physical and mental abilities have declined, and you may not be able to pass the exam if you compete with a bunch of young people. If you don't pass the exam, what you are talking about now is just opening the champagne in advance, and it is all for nothing.

Zhao Peilin said that he would provide him with review materials and notes. The materials, notes, and various teaching materials and supplements he prepared for the postgraduate entrance examination would all be given to him, whether he could pick them up or send them to him, whichever was convenient for him.

Wang Zixu thanked him profusely.

After seeing off Professor Zhong, Ning Chunyan asked: "Then, what are your plans next?"

Wang Zixu said: "I made an appointment with a friend, and then I planned to go home and take my wife for a nice meal."

"I didn't ask you, I asked Qingluo."

Chen Qingluo was in a bright mood for a while after laughing about the little prince and the baobab tree, but now she became gloomy again for some reason and said in a low voice:

"I want to go home and lie down."

Ning Chunyan's tone was particularly gentle: "Qingluo, that's not considered an arrangement, it can only be considered helpless."

"Then I have no choice but to make no other arrangements."

Ning Chunyan gave her a loving hug: "It's so pitiful. Come home with me. I'll ask my mother to make delicious food for you."

"I don't want it." After Chen Qingluo finished speaking, she added, "Call me after dinner."

"You're a little too much!"

Wang Zixu listened silently, thinking of Chen Qingluo lying alone in his home, and suddenly felt very sad for no reason.

It turns out that geniuses can also be lonely?

After feeling sad, I then thought about it, what qualifications do I have to feel sad for Chen Qingluo? Take care of yourself first, fool.

Wang Zixu had no chance to talk to Chen Qingluo again, so he called Lin Feng and drove over to pick him up. As soon as they met, Lin Feng said:

"It's so hard for you to hide this from me!"

Lin Feng said this, but he didn't look angry. Instead, he smiled. People who are truly happy for their friends would not be really angry because of such things. Wang Zixu felt moved in his heart.

Wang Zixu said: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hide it from you. The enemy is too insidious. If more people know about it, there will be more risks."

"The enemy is indeed very insidious."

Since Lin Feng overheard Shen Qingfeng and Lin Luo's plans, he gave up all illusions about them. He could understand Wang Zixu's approach.

They found a place, and Wang Zixu told him what happened after he was brushed off by Zhang Qian, which made Lin Feng sigh. He was especially envious of Wang Zixu for being recommended by two talented women, Ning Chunyan and Chen Qingluo, and being able to

Being so appreciated by others, even if you don't get the first prize in the end, is enough to comfort you.

After hearing that Wang Zixu planned to resign, he also expressed his concerns. Resigning at this age can be said to be quite dangerous. Except for jobs within the system, most companies will back down when they see him at this age. Once he resigns,

, it is difficult to find a better job.
To be continued...