Wang Zixu recalled it. The first time I heard about this name, was she a little prince on Weibo?

Xu Rongrong looked like a summer insect was speechless: "Look, Xiao Mengyin had provoked the little prince, but no one said anything, and the little prince didn't say anything. Because they have the strength, you are not younger than Xiao Mengyin, are you? If you have someone's achievements, I will definitely not say anything when commenting on the little prince. Being a person should be more modest, and being humble will make people progress..."

Zhao Peilin hurried over to smooth things over: "Okay, okay, let's not mention this, there is no first in literature, it is easy to quarrel when fighting, and Junior Brother Wang is already very modest, not what you think."

Xu Rongrong reserved her opinions on this point, hugged her arms and didn't say anything, Zhao Peilin said: "You're fine in the afternoon, why don't we go and slap the eggs together?"

Hearing this, she immediately changed her attitude: "Okay, I feel my nerves are a little tense, I have to relax. Who should I call three missing one?"

"Catch anybody when you get there. Even the dogs on the roadside will slap eggs."

"Or go to a restaurant at the end of the universe?"

"Well, go to the restaurant at the end of the universe."

Wang Zixu was confused. He neither knew what pilling an egg was nor where the end of the universe was. But Zhao Peilin patted his shoulder and said, since you have taken the postgraduate entrance examination, you will sooner or later learn how to pill an egg. Today, you will be able to learn a few tricks with us. Learning is endless.

Zhao Peilin seemed to have a bit of that to Xu Rongrong. He was much more sarcastic when talking to her and was much boring. Wang Zixu listened to them chatting, followed behind and took out his cell phone. He saw a familiar avatar jumping, and the chat record read:

“Doudu.”

"Dududu" is their code, which means that she wants to talk to you. Wang Zixu cut out the trumpet and sent a message to the girl with the cat's avatar:

“Here.”

Qiuge: "What are you doing?"

Little Prince: "Be with friends."

In the past few months, Wang Zixu has done the most, besides writing, to chat with Ning Chunyan as the little prince.

They added WeChat accounts two months ago. At that time, they had already chatted with tens of thousands of words of text information in Wen Ai. Considering that Wen Ai's speech therapy would produce records in the background, and it was even more important to insist that it was an extremely harsh behavior to not have private relationships. He privately added Miss Qiuge as his friend and later chatted on the software.

"Is it a friend of men or a friend of women?"

Wang Zixu looked up and looked in front of him: "What's wrong with having male friends and female friends?"

There was no doubt about it, and the word "Quickly" was lost: "Hmph."

Wang Zixu pointed to the words: "I found that you are becoming more and more possessive, maybe adding friends is a mistake."

Qiuge: "Don't, what possessiveness? I'm just expressing my dissatisfaction with being left alone for a day. Whether you are slapping eggs with your male friends or rolling the sheets with your female friends, it's not my business."

Wang Zixu was stunned: "How do you know? I'm going to go."

After a long time, the message came over there: "I don't want to talk."

Little Prince: "I mean to slap eggs, not to roll the sheets. What kind of sheets are rolling? I am working as a light bulb. How do you know to slap eggs? You can slap eggs?"

I heard that I didn't plan to roll on the bed sheets, Ning Chunyan was happy again and sent a message:

"Hehe. My dad taught me that I can play with relatives at home during the holidays."

Little Prince: "Sounds happy."

Qiuge: "It's really happy. But my hands are too small to hold on to the cards, so I always fall off."

After she finished speaking, she sent a photo to Wang Zixu, which was her own hand. Wang Zixu noticed that he had done a new manicure.

Wang Zixu suspected that she brought up the topic of egg puffing just to send him this photo and ask him to praise him for his manicure.

After she praised the perfect armor as she wished, Wang Zixu sent a message: "Have you heard of 'synchronicity'?"

Qiuge: "I heard that Jung proposed it?"

Little Prince: "Recently, when I first heard a concept, I would repeatedly hear this concept in unrelated occasions for a very short period of time. It might be someone's name or it might be a pill. Have you ever had a similar experience?"

Qiuge: "Yes, there are, there, there are! Very, very often there! Is this synchronicity?"

Little Prince: "I don't know. But I think it's a bit similar. It can be described as synchronicity, right?"

Qiuge: "It can be described as the big data of fate. What you have experienced in life begins to appear repeatedly because you may like fate."

The little prince: "This is good. Fate monitors everyone. But it is you who suddenly mentioned the egg-sucking. According to Occam's razor principle, you will not monitor me, right?"

Qiuge: "Yes, yes, yes, be careful. Big brother is staring at you."

Through the screen, Wang Zixu seemed to be able to see Ning Chunyan's face that was so happy and angry. He blinked at him and poked at him with his white jade-like fingers, showing a cunning expression.

He put his phone in his arms a little nervously.

Since adding her privately, he has become less and less professional ethics, and chatting with Qiu Ge has long been separated from the category of "literary aura". Most of them are talking about some family matters and boring things that only affect relationships of friends or above.

Perhaps the word "wen" that "wen" can be removed, which is pure "ambiguity", ambiguous ambiguity.

He didn't know how to determine his relationship with her now, and she might have never mentioned this topic for some reason. The two of them carefully maintained the same distance online.

The prince had a illusion. If one day his identity as a little prince was revealed, I wonder how Ning Chun responded to the banquet.

Whenever he thought of this, he felt trembling all over. When Qiu Laohu was fierce, he felt cold hands and feet.

The girl was walking in front of her, like an out-of-control vehicle driving drunk, walking in a zigzag shape, playing with her mobile phone while walking, smiling "whistling" in her mouth. Under the pleated short skirt, two long white legs were exposed.

Ning's mother frowned at her daughter and whispered to Ning Bingru next to her: "I feel that Xiaochun is a little restless recently."

Ning Bingru sighed: "After all, I'm at this age..."

"When will she bring her partner back and check it out? Let's check it out. She is not very relieved when she keeps doing this."

Ning Bingru sighed and didn't say anything. He was not at ease, but he was more open-minded. Before his daughter mentioned it, he didn't want to take the initiative to mention it. After all, it was his daughter's own business.

Suddenly, a figure wearing a small skirt blocked the way. Ning Chunyan raised her head from her phone and saw the girl holding a gorgeous umbrella looking at her with a smile.

"Sister Xiaochun, it's been a long time no see, what a coincidence."

Ning Chunyan didn't want to say hello to this person, but she ran into her face and couldn't say hello. After struggling in her heart, she finally compromised and said:

"Xiao Mengyin, why are you here?"

The girl in a black dress turned the umbrella in her hand around, and the lace lace on the edge of the umbrella floated.

"I came here to meet someone I wanted to see but never met, but I ended up seeing you who had not met again for a long time. I wonder if this wonderful fate should make people happy or sad?"

Ning Chunyan was so disgusted by this artificial tone that she wanted to use her parents as an excuse to escape, but Ning Bingru didn't understand her daughter's thoughts, so she walked up to say:

"Mengyin, congratulations on winning the award."

Xiao Mengyin bowed and gave a noble gift: "Thank you, Teacher Ning. Have you read my new work?"

Ning Bingru smiled and said, "I haven't had time to see it yet."

"Where can I have a signature book? If you are convenient, I will post it to you."

"No, I've bought it, but I haven't seen it yet."

Ning Bingru turned to Ning Chunyan and said, "Xiaochun, please communicate more with your friends, we'll leave first."

Ning Chunyan stretched out his hand powerlessly, but could not keep their backs.

Xiao Mengyin still smiled slightly: "Speaking of this, are you planning to participate in the next Feishi Literature Award?"

Ning Chunyan turned his head helplessly to look at her.

She and Xiao Mengyin grew up in the same yard when they were young, and they can be regarded as childhood sweethearts.

The reason why she was unwilling to talk to this childhood sweetheart was that on the one hand, this guy was too determined to win or lose, and on the other hand, it was because she had previously used traffic from the little prince on Weibo.

Ning Chun Banquet holds revenge.

"I prefer to appreciate it than creation. I won't attend any literary awards. What about you? Are you planning to participate in the next session?" said Ning Chunyan.

"Hahaha..."

Xiao Mengyin smiled exaggeratedly and said, "I am the same as you, and I actually like to appreciate it more. However, I don't go to Feishi because I can't write it out. I will appear on Feishi next time, just as a judge. Because I have already passed it, I will give it to others."

"Well……"

Ning Chunyan felt that she was being squeezed, but she couldn't find the talk. This experience was very disgusting.

Xiao Mengyin said again: "I have a very optimistic candidate. He will participate in the next Feishi Literature Award. I'm here today just to see him."

Wang Zixu's figure flashed through Ning Chunyan's mind and said, "Is this a coincidence? I also have a very optimistic candidate, and he will also participate in the next Feishi Literature Award."

Xiao Mengyin leaned over and asked, "Who?"

"You don't know." Ning Chunyan waved her hand, "Where are you? Who are you talking about?"

Xiao Mengyin smiled again: "You don't know each other either."

After saying that, she seemed to be unable to help but said, "He is a very talented junior. It is said that he is quite handsome."

Ning Chunyan showed a disgusting expression: "You are so greasy."

"Tsk, don't say you don't like the junior brother. Hypocrisy."

The principle of synchronicity is playing a role with its powerful power: at this moment, the boy mentioned by Xiao Mengyin was walking into the temporary registration point formed by the basketball court and walked towards Lu Qingxuan, who was sitting upright.
Chapter completed!