Wang Zixu was once again trying to save others by himself. After hearing Wang Zixu's sigh, Zhao Peilin's expression moved slightly, and he said after a long time:

"Junior brother, you have to know that this world is very tolerant to those who succeed, but on the contrary, it is quite harsh to those who fail.

"Little Dumas has made great achievements. The fact that he is Alexandre Dumas's son will only be passed down as a good story; on the contrary... forget it, don't do the opposite. In short, this world is very cruel."

Wang Zixu said: "I know, I know. I know this world is as cruel as the jungle of the jungle, but, yet..."

"But you always hope that the big shots can talk some sense, right?" Zhao Peilin smiled bitterly.

"Then I can only hope that after you become a big shot, you can change everything."

Xu Rongrong's slightly high-pitched voice came from behind the two of them, and they both turned around.

Xu Rongrong was wearing a purple dress and came together with a girl in a white dress.

The purple skirts are enchanting, the white skirts are beautiful, and both of them have makeup on their faces. In the early autumn season, they give off a refined and charming atmosphere, as if they are surrounded by fragrance.

Xu Rongrong's face is a bit big, but her figure is very good. After putting on makeup, her temperament and appearance immediately improved by two levels, and her sexual tension increased instantly. Zhao Peilin was surprised and said:

"Why are you acting like a little girl?!"

Xu Rongrong punched him: "What day is it today? You straight men are the only ones who can run out wearing whatever you want."

The two of them lowered their heads and looked at themselves. Zhao Peilin was wearing a black mandarin jacket, and Wang Zixu was wearing a brown casual suit. Both of them felt that there was nothing wrong with what they were wearing.

"What day is today?"

Xu Rongrong rolled her eyes and didn't want to talk to them. The girl next to her with a gentle voice spoke to them:

"There will be many reporters here today. Some people have already begun to say that classmate Shi Shuqiu is the youngest writer to become famous since the founding of New China."

"So exaggerated? How old is he? Is he more powerful than Zhang Ailing?"

Xu Rongrong said: "First, Zhang Ailing was a writer before the founding of New China. Second, he was 20 years old, and Zhang Ailing's famous work was written when she was 23."

Zhao Peilin was shocked twice, once by the fuss made by the media, and once by the fact that Shi Shuqiu was younger than he felt.

"I just said that big names need to have some face. Why are they so shameless when it comes to hype? How can a writer who is the youngest to become famous have the shame to say this?"

Zhao Peilin became a little angry, and the prince looked at him speechlessly. Just now, he had a fairy-like expression that could see through the world, but he didn't expect to break the defense or break it.

Xu Rongrong's face was slightly red, and she obviously disagreed with her senior brother's statement, and retorted: "Zhao Peilin, don't deliberately belittle your junior. If you want Xiongjing, you have found the wrong opponent."

"Why am I so jealous? Do you think I'm jealous of him? I'm not targeting Shi Shuqiu personally. I'm angry out of indignation that the media has biased the direction of literary values! Of course, if it was him who hyped it up, then I would

I scolded him too."

"You are just jealous," Xu Rongrong pointed out sharply, "You see that your junior fellow student is too good and is better than you, and it is your own fault."

Zhao Peilin sneered: "Xu Rongrong, you look down on me. Let me ask you, how can Shi Shuqiu be called a 'famous writer'?"

The girl in the white dress next to Xu Rongrong spoke: "Shi Shuqiu is a member of the Chinese Literary and Art Association. He has been writing since he was 12 years old and has published many novels. "Yesterday's Star" has just been published in "Modern"."

Xu Rongrong said: "Did you hear that? Did you hear that? People can hold seminars now. What's wrong with the hype? Hype must be valuable to create hype. Look at Wang Zixu, can he be popular?"

Wang Zixu felt as if he was just passing by and did nothing. He was inexplicably looked down upon and felt extremely aggrieved.

Zhao Peilin stretched out his hands: "Okay, let's exclude dad's influence, and we won't say how many interpersonal things were involved in the seminar. Let's just assume that they held a solid seminar and discussed something, but I

Let me ask you, has Shi Shuqiu appeared in "Get"?"

Xu Rongrong stopped talking.

Zhao Peilin asked again: "Besides the article "Yesterday's Star" in "Contemporary", does he have any other masterpieces that can be spoken of?"

Xu Rongrong rummaged through her bag: "There must be, otherwise the Chinese Literature Association would be so easy to get into?"

"Don't look for it. You can't tell me and you still want to look for it because there is no masterpiece. Wang Zixu also has "Wild Creeper". I will remember it in ten years. I just want to ask, is it listed in "Get"? It is not listed.

You're talking about a famous writer who's just a dick."

Wang Zixu was shot again, but this one was a good one.

"Have you read his "Yesterday's Star"? His writing is indeed very good."

"He wasn't in Get."

"Even Professor Gu praised it in class and said it was really good!"

"He wasn't in Get."

"Then give me a well-known young writer born in the 2000s! Is there anyone else besides him?"

"He wasn't in Get."

Xu Rongrong was annoyed: "Do you only know how to say "get"?"

Zhao Peilin looked meaningless: "But he just didn't appear in "Get"."

Xu Rongrong said: "What's wrong with not getting published in "Get"? "Get" is so easy to get published? Editor-in-chief Ning Chunyan didn't get published in "Get" either. She's not a famous writer either?"

Zhao Peilin said: "Don't be arrogant and use people you know to suppress others, right? Sister Ning can't really be said to be a famous writer. Her future battlefield will be in the editing industry."

"How do you know that Shi Shuqiu will not be able to appear in "Acquisition" in the future?"

"Am I not going to be able to be on "Get" in the future? How do you know that Wang Zixu can't be on "Get" in the future? How do you know that you can't be in "Get" in the future? If you haven't been on, you haven't been on. Don't just brag about being a famous writer."

Another shot.

Wang Zixu felt that it was necessary to stop them from quarreling endlessly, and said:

"Let's not discuss this topic anymore. You just have different definitions of famous writers. There's nothing to argue about. And the seminar hasn't started yet, so it's meaningless to talk about it."

"Yes, I think so too." The girl in the white dress voted.

The two stopped fighting. After watching Shi Tonghe's car enter the campus, Xu Rongrong joked:

"Zizixu, aren't you still going to attend the seminar? When people take news photos, what do you think you will look like wearing rags in front of the whole country?"

"Why am I dressed so gorgeously in Shi Shuqiu's seminar? I'm not the protagonist."

Zhao Peilin immediately agreed: "Yes, Qiu Ya is getting married, and you, Xia Luo, are singing and dancing here. What are you doing?"

"You're not done yet, are you?"

Xu Rongrong was furious when he poked her (because she was dressed up), and the two of them started monkey punching each other in the air. The girl next to them covered her mouth and laughed.

"Brother Chang." The girl came over virtuously and stood next to him and whispered.

"My name is not Brother Chang."

"Oh, they talked so much that I don't even know what your real name is."

"Wang Zixu."

"Brother Zixu," the girl said, "I'm so envious of you being invited to the seminar."

While Wang Zixu was astonished, he smiled with relief and said, "Yes, I have become successful, and I am qualified to be invited to attend Shi Shuqiu's seminar."

The girl blinked with a confused look on her face, not hearing the irony in his words at all. This made Wang Zixu feel as though he had hit the air with a delicate punch.

"Can I ask you a favor?" the girl took out a form from her bag. "Our school newspaper is going to write a news report. We have counted some celebrities who came to the meeting, but it may not be complete. When you go in

Can you help me pay attention and fill in the ones that are not on the form?"

Only then did Wang Zixu remember that this girl was from the press corps. He had met her before and her name was Han Fei.

"Can't you go find Shi Shuqiu? He must know everything." Wang Zixu said.

"He must be very busy today and may not be free."

After Han Fei finished speaking, she blinked and added: "There are royalties."

"Public fee?" Wang Zixu is no longer as good as before. He gets excited when he hears the fee. He asked, "What is the standard of the fee for your school newspaper?"

"Two hundred words for a thousand words, one hundred for a newsletter."

Wang Zixu declined her request.

He didn't mind that the fee was low - of course the low fee was also a reason. If the fee was as high as "Get", he would have considered it longer - he felt that if he ran around looking at celebrities at the seminar, he would look like

He is quite a country bumpkin and cannot do such a thing.

Han Fei's expression was quite disappointed.

Looking at his watch, it was almost time. Wang Zixu hadn't figured out how to talk to Chen Qingluo yet, so he turned around and said, "It's time for me to go."

Zhao Peilin's sharp eyes saw the corner of "Get" exposed in his briefcase, and said: "Okay, you go ahead. By the way, the new issue of "Get" was released today? You can let me read it after you finish it."

Hearing the word "obtain", Xu Rongrong trembled as if in stress and stared at Zhao Peilin with vigilant eyes.

"What for? I can't watch "Get" anymore?"

Xu Rongrong said: "You still want to quarrel, right?"

"In no mood."

"If you don't want to, don't force me," Xu Rongrong said, "When will you submit an article to be published in "Get" so that I can think highly of you."

Zhao Peilin knew that this was difficult, but he didn't care and said, "Okay, whenever Shi Shuqiu can appear on "Get", I will look up to him."

Xu Rongrong sneered: "Humph, I remember it. When he really appears on "Get" in seven or eight years, I will come to you to settle the score. Just don't pretend not to remember."

"Okay, if you still remember it after seventeen or eight years."
To be continued...