These names made Wang Zixu even more respectful: "Ning Bingru, Ning Chunyan's father?"

"That's right."

Wang Zixu said: "Then this recommendation list is very valuable!"

Zhao Peilin chuckled: "I knew you would say that."

After saying that, he looked eagerly at the library gate: "As a writer, the borrowing list represents the peak of profit, and the recommendation list is the pinnacle of fame. Junior brother, are you writing for profit or fame?"

The prince opened his mouth and began to ask himself this question, should I seek profit or fame?

Zhao Peilin smiled and said, "No need to answer. I know this question is difficult to answer. Just have your own answer in your heart. But I will tell you that if you can choose, I hope to gain both fame and fortune. Don't play with hypocrisy for me. No writer would like to do this."

Zhao Peilin pushed open the door of the library: "Come on, I'll take you to worship and draw some spiritual strength from the list."

Wang Zixu was very moved by Zhao Peilin's honesty and frankness. He followed Zhao Peilin into the library solemnly. Suddenly, breathing, coughing, page turning, pinching finger joints, and the sound of pen falling to the ground. The "click" sound of the steel legs of the chair came from all directions. It was very quiet here. These sounds surged in silence.

There are many students in the museum who take the postgraduate entrance examination, and every gap in front of the table is filled with it. It seems that even students from Nanjing University are running on their own paths of life. I don’t know whether it is for fame or profit.

Zhao Peilin took him to an electronic display screen, and a mysterious white light emitting from the blank screen.

"This is the source of the data from the South and South lists in the North and South lists." Zhao Peilin said solemnly.

"But there is nothing on it." Wang Zixu looked up at the screen, feeling the screen was towering.

"Because it has been broken these days. When it is not broken, the borrowed data will be displayed in real time." Zhao Peilin reached out and put it on it, "Come on, touch it with me."

Wang Zixu put his hand on it.

He thought the screen would feel cold, but unexpectedly found that the screen was very warm. The white light emitted from the display screen generated heat. The place where the palm of his hand touched felt rough and dusty. It floated on the surface and was so shallow that his eyes couldn't see clearly.

Zhao Peilin asked: "Did you feel its surging summoning?"

Wang Zixu said: "It seems to feel it."

Zhao Peilin said: "Try it harder!"

Wang Zixu nodded: "Well, I feel it!"

Zhao Peilin said: "I also feel it. This is a sign that we are selected and that on this road full of thorns, we will surely be safe."

Wang Zixu said: "Is it possible that there is a leakage?"

"Ahem!"

The two were shocked and turned around. It turned out that the library security guard saw the two of them sneakily, paced here with their hands behind their backs, cleared their throats and reminded them, while scanning them with sharp eyes.

Wang Zixu and Zhao Peilin left in silence.

After leaving the library, the two of them breathed a breath of fresh air at the same time. This was a wonderful feeling. They seemed to have felt the call of the great heroes on this hot land.

Zhao Peilin smiled: "Have you also ignited the same flame as me in your heart?"

"Yes."

"Then you will be your opponent in the future."

"No matter how good or bad you are, you don't know how to live or die, you just want to see your own quality."

"When a person has a goal, life is meaningful."

"mutual encouragement."

"mutual encouragement."

Wang Zixu looked at the blue sky in the distance for a long time before his vision gradually returned to normal, and asked, "Who is the highest ranked on the borrowing list now?"

After Zhao Peilin finished speaking, he said, "Then he has to say it? It must be the little prince."

"ah?"

"The little prince has occupied the borrowing list for several months, not only surpassing the Three-Body Problem, but also surpassing the Thought Record. I think he will rank first on the North and South List this year."

Wang Zixu: "..."

What is the meaning of life?

Zhao Peilin patted Wang Zixu's shoulder and said affectionately: "Come on, grind it. As long as you can reach his level, you can realize your dream."

Wang Zixu was praised comfortably, but he still raised his voice unnaturally: "The little prince's level is not necessarily very high, right?"

Zhao Peilin looked strange: "When did your junior brother's tone become so big?"

"Didn't Professor Zhong say it? The foundation is too shallow and the connotation is insufficient..."

"Ahem..."

Zhao Peilin coughed twice, looked embarrassed, and whispered: "Junior brother, Professor Zhong's praise and criticism of the little prince is his personal preference, and we don't need to treat it as the only scale..."

Wang Zixu said: "I think Professor Zhong is right. In my opinion, it is just a game. Many places do not have some heat and need to be polished."

Zhao Peilin looked around and looked nervous: "Junior brother, let's just talk about these words in private, but don't take them outside to say them, especially at the Nanyang University campus..."

Wang Zixu said: "Nanzhou University is so big, but there is no small amount of praise or criticism? Even the little prince himself cannot listen to criticism..."

When Zhao Peilin was sweating profusely, a voice suddenly came from behind:

"Yeah, who is going to criticize the little prince?"

The two turned their heads and saw a smiling face, a slightly fat girl in a suspender skirt and holding a coat in her arms standing behind them.

Zhao Peilin smiled at her: "Xu Rongrong, why are you here?"

Xu Rongrong smiled and said, "Why can't I be here? I was sitting inside to review just now, and I saw you two walking over sneakily. Why did you bring your juniors to the pilgrimage again?"

Zhao Peilin smiled and said, "You still need to review? Haven't you been admitted to graduate school?"

Xu Rongrong said: "But I am still restless. I still want to go to Peking University to change to a major that is more suitable for employment..."

Zhao Peilin said: "I admire you."

Xu Rongrong looked at Wang Zixu and said with a smile: "Please introduce me to this junior?"

Zhao Peilin quickly introduced to both parties.

Xu Rongrong is a senior student in the Chinese department. According to Zhao Peilin, she is the most fanatical certificate enthusiast he has ever seen in his life (Xu Rongrong laughs at you as the poorest I have ever seen). 365 days a year, she is either taking the grading exam or reviewing the grading exam.

After Zhao Peilin introduced Wang Zixu, Xu Rongrong opened her eyes wide and said, "Wang Zixu? Are you the straight man who rejected the invitation to make friends by our student union president Lu Qingxuan and almost made her cry?"

Wang Zixu and Zhao Peilin looked at each other, and Zhao Peilin said, "Damn, how did you know what just happened?"

"Is this just happening? The group is full of chats."

Zhao Peilin turned to look at Wang Zixu: "This is the reason why I don't recommend you to talk about the little prince again. You have not come yet, and you have already messed with 85% of the boys in the entire department through Lu Qingxuan. You have to publicly express a few opinions on despising the little prince, and you have to mess with 85% of the girls in the entire department. You have not come to school yet, and you have offended all the people in the entire department."

Wang Zixu was shocked: "Is it so serious?"

"Do you think? Lu Qingxuan is still very popular in our department. I wanted to remind you before, but I never dared to say it."

"I'm not talking about Lu Qingxuan, I'm talking about the little prince."

"Of course." Xu Rongrong curled her lips, "Which girl from Nanyang University doesn't like the little prince?"

Xu Rongrong also said: "Our Chinese Department of Nanyang University has never lacked frivolous and arrogant talented men and women. When we first entered the campus, our eyes were on our foreheads, but we were all hit harder. It was because there were many geniuses in our yard. No matter how old the genius came in, we would find that we were nothing.

"Prince Xu, you are the highest-profile in our hospital. But I kindly remind you that you will not be able to recover if you are frustrated! This is a precedent."

Wang Zixu was so amused that he pointed at his nose: "I'm a high-profile?"

"You are not high-profile? I have never seen a student who is more sharp than you."

Wang Zixu felt quite dazed.

In the past, at his office, everyone said that Wang Zixu was so stupid that he couldn't make a fuss. Sometimes he would forget his existence and be like a transparent person. At that time, he also felt quite innocent - he didn't want to become a transparent person, but everyone was willing to think so.

As a result, when he arrived at Nanjing University, people said that his edge was the most powerful and he was so high-profile that he was not intentional. He felt that he was not high-profile.

The world is too big, big enough to make a person live out several faces. Wang Zixu feels like an actor who is on the stage. He just finished the scene with the Xihe crew, but now he has received a new scene filmed by Donghai - the scene asked him to play a high-profile person.

Xu Rongrong tied her hair across her temples: "Why do you look down on the little prince? Are you jealous of others' popularity among women?"

Wang Zixu shook his head quickly: "It's not that I look down on you, I just think... Uh, how do you say it? It's exaggerating. It's purely from a literary perspective."

Xu Rongrong was anxious: "What's the point? I know that you, Xihe Cultural Association, won the top name on behalf of Nanda, but you can't be so arrogant!"

Wang Zixu was stunned.

Xu Rongrong said: "I have read your novels too. Although they do not belong to the same field as the Little Prince, I have to say that the Little Prince's works are much more interesting. You want to move closer to the serious literary world, but I am bluntly speaking, it is probably difficult for you to expect to have a full meal at your level..."

Zhao Peilin turned to look at Wang Zixu, his eyes feeling helpless, as if he was saying: "Look at what I said?"

Wang Zixu had no need to argue with her for her reputation, and nodded, yes, what are you talking about.

Xu Rongrong also said: "Although you don't need to refrigerate when evaluating refrigerators, you are also a good writer. If you don't reach the corresponding height, your evaluation is not enough to win the trust of others, right? So I'm very unhappy that you said the little prince was exaggerated. Because your strength failed to convince me first, I naturally wouldn't believe your evaluation of the little prince's strength."

Wang Zixu nodded again, yes, what you said makes sense.

Zhao Peilin covered his forehead and sighed. This is the reason why he stopped Wang Zixu just now. The so-called disaster comes from his mouth, and this is the consequence. He knew that if Xu Rongrong didn't let her say it was good, she would not give up. She could only suffer for a while, and Junior Brother Wang Zixu. Who made him too sharp?

But what he didn't know was that Wang Zixu was not so distressed, but he was happy to hear it. A strange expression kept appearing on his face, not knowing whether he should be happy or unhappy.

Xu Rongrong's tone slowed down a little, and she said, "And it was also from the Xihe Wenhui. Xiao Mengyin's output is much higher. Well, before the Wenhui won the award, she had already published a short collection. Less than half a year after winning the award, she released another novella. It was serialized in "Yangtze River". This year, she won the Feishi Literature Award directly through a long one..."

"Wait a minute..." Wang Zixu reached out and stopped her and continued again. When the topic was touched by others, he could not calm down. "Xiao Mengyin also participated in the Xihe Cultural Association? She is also from Xihe?"

Now, even Zhao Peilin looked at him in surprise: "No, Xiao Mengyin, like you, also participated in the Xihe Cultural Association as a special invitational article."

The prince was falsely shocked: "Is she a native of Nan?"

Xu Rongrong said in surprise: "You don't know?"

"I really don't know. Actually, I just heard about her recently. I don't know her very well."
To be continued...