The mist passed through the innocent poet's green hair, and she reached out and lifted the scarf around her neck: "Look at what happened to Wang Zixu?"

Ye Zhihan said: "Didn't this person have a bad character? Do you still read his works?"

The innocent poet twitched his lips and said, "I am reading books, not marrying others. What does his character have to do with me?"

"But don't you feel uncomfortable? There are so many good books to read, why do you need to read books by someone who is not good at character?"

The innocent poet was speechless and turned around and said to the boss: "No bags."

Seeing that she ignored her, Ye Zhihan raised her head and her eyes turned pale.

"Okay, anyway, if the author is not good at reading, I feel disgusted."

It is rare for He Yangyuxiao to reach a consensus with Ye Zhihan on this point:

"I don't really have a cold about him, so the discussion in "Shizhonghuo" was very high at that time, and I didn't even go to see it. By the way, is it going to hold his seminar recently?"

"Ah? Can he be eligible for a seminar?"

Ye Zhihan has a high impression of literary seminars. When Shi Shuqiu's "Yesterday Star" held a seminar, it was very awesome, so students generally have a high impression of it.

A middle-aged man next to him suddenly asked them a question, with a polite tone:

"Sorry, I'm sorry, I'll bother you. Can you ask me why Wang Zixu, who is a man, says he is not good at character?"

The man was clutching his buzz cut, wearing a pair of very pedantic glasses, a brown suit inside and a thick woolen jacket on the outside. He looked like a school lecturer, but he was very ill-faced.

He had been standing nearby before, and he didn't buy books or leave, as if he was waiting for someone, and he didn't know what his relationship had with Wang Zixu.

The two girls looked at each other. Then, He Yangyuxiao replied:

"He is a bit famous in our Nanda University, and everyone thinks that he is not good at character."

She is not the kind of person who is very cunning and has no shyness to speak.

"Then why do you think others are not good at character?"

"because……"

He Yangyuxiao suddenly got stuck.

The judgment that "Wang Zixu is not good at character" is a bad impression that is produced by the meme that spreads the silent and silent effect after many discussions in the school. However, if she wants to give a specific example of what is not good, she can't give it.

It's like a mathematical formula I've learned since elementary school, and suddenly you have to give proof. I've been using formulas for hundreds of times, and it's already "obvious" content, and I never thought about how to prove it.

Finally she said, "Everyone thinks so anyway."

The middle-aged man smiled: "Isn't this a reason?"

Ye Zhihan said: "He hasn't been admitted yet, and he has such a big conflict with our students. Who can he be?"

On the other side of the counter, the innocent poet had already settled the account and brought the "Get" with him. He turned around and said expressionlessly:

"If there is no evidence, you will comment on people behind the scenes. This behavior itself is not very good."

Ye Zhihan's eyebrows stood up: "What do you mean is that our Chinese students are not good at character?"

"I don't have such a diode."

Ye Zhihan grinned and blurted out: "I always think you are pretending to speak."

"People with inferiority complex will feel pretending if others say normal things."

"I'm inferior? Heh, I'm laughing! I'm more or less a well-known literature blogger. If you don't feel inferior, will I feel inferior?"

"Using fame and profit to conceal your inner emptiness is a manifestation of inferiority."

Ye Zhihan's face was flushed and she was about to get angry. He Yangyuxiao saw something wrong and felt that it was not good to let outsiders laugh at it. She felt that it was time to stop the two from quarreling and continue to escalate.

"Okay, okay, stop talking. You don't know Du Kezhu's personality. She has never been in school. The more you argue with her, the more you get angry."

After saying that, he turned to the innocent poet: "You are too straightforward to speak. There is no need to hurt the harmony between our classmates for someone you don't know."

Then, she turned to the middle-aged man and said, "You have also seen that Wang Zixu is very controversial in our school. Those who agree with him like Du Kezhu are the few. Personally, I am right

He doesn't catch a cold."

The middle-aged man always watched all this with a smile. He seemed to have no sense of the quarrel between these young female students.

Or maybe he felt it, but he didn't care at all. At his age, it has become an interesting thing to see them quarrel, and there is no need to cause interpersonal troubles.

"So, although you don't know what Wang Zixu did specifically, but public opinion recognizes that his character is not good, you will follow the crowd, right?"

This makes them seem a bit arrogant. He Yangyuxiao doesn't think she is so arrogant. She thought about it and said:

"Although I don't know what he did, a large group of students from Nanyang University hate him very much, and even made some of his things into memes, so I think he must have done something that was angered by the public.

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After hearing this, the middle-aged man nodded slightly: "That's it..."

"So, you just argued such a boring fight for prejudice and prejudice?"

A clear sound came from the fog. People looked in that direction and saw a white coat emerging from the fog.

It's Lu Qingxuan.

Lu Qingxuan looks straight and long in a white down jacket, a red beret, black leggings and snow boots.

But from her tone, she obviously was in a bad mood. Nanda Leng Zhi, when Lu Qingxuan was in a bad mood, it would be best not to provoke her easily.

Ye Zhihan said: "I don't plan to quarrel, it's Du Kezhu who has an objection."

After she finished speaking, Lu Qingxuan turned her eyes and said, "You are allowed to have prejudice, so don't let others have any objections?"

Ye Zhihan didn't expect that the "prejudice" she said actually meant herself, and her face suddenly turned red.

Lu Qingxuan turned her head and said to the middle-aged man:

"I have been working with Wang Zixu for so long. Except for not coming to work often, I have never found anything wrong with others. Don't listen to them like this."

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows: "Are you working with him? You are..."

"I work as an intern editor of "New Award" magazine."

The man immediately smiled: "Good luck, please say hello to you, Editor Ning, for me."

Lu Qingxuan raised her face: "Who are you?"

"Just say, Mr. Tian from Luning Lane said hello to her."

The middle-aged man was very silly, but Lu Qingxuan was very cool. Others didn't want to say that she never asked, so she just remembered this sentence silently and nodded and said:

"Well, I'll bring it to you."

Then, she also took a copy of "Get Up", turned her head and glared at the innocent poet: "Let's go."

She looked a little complaining, as if she was saying, "What are you defying them?"

The innocent poet was stared innocently and said to himself, "I don't want to argue with them either."

But she still followed Lu Qingxuan obediently, pushing and shoving all the way.

After Lu Qingxuan and Du Kezhu left, there was no interest in the venue, and Ye Zhihan quickly found a reason to leave.

Although He Yangyuxiao was very curious about who this "Mr. Tian from Luning Lane" was, the other party looked mysterious and she was embarrassed to ask, so she left.

"Mr. Tian" did not leave, and stood at the door of the bookstore, stomping his feet from time to time, slamming his lower body, and then raising his wrist to take a look.

A few minutes later, Cheng Xing, who was exhausted, rushed over and trotted all the way, with dew on his eyelashes, and gasped:

"Sorry, Mr. Tian, ​​I'm late."

"No, I came too early. I heard that "New Reward" was released today, so I wanted to come here as soon as possible to buy one, so I came half an hour in advance."

When Cheng Xing heard this, he laughed: "Did you buy it?"

"No, I have seen the enthusiasm of your school students for the little prince. I am really embarrassed to compete with them."

Cheng Xing laughed "unexpectedly":

"Haha, our Nanda can be said to be the base camp of the little prince. There is no place in the world that is more crazy about him than here. It is easier for you to buy it in Luning Lane."

Mr. Tian smiled and shook his head: "Yes, if I had known this, I would have slept a little longer. However, although I didn't buy the magazine, I witnessed an interesting story."

Cheng Xing raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Let's hear it?"

So, Mr. Tian talked about the girls’ arguments about Wang Zixu just now. After Cheng Xing heard this, his ears turned red.

"It's really... I'm ashamed that our students at Nanjing University shouldn't be like this. When I was studying, everyone was ashamed of judging people at will, but now there is no such atmosphere."

Mr. Tian smiled and said, "This shows that Cheng Xingjun was a kind child when he was studying."

After saying that, he sighed and said, "There is no such thing in this world to be the king, Yao and Shun, and to make the customs simple? People in the past were also very treacherous, but everyone had a filter for their memory.

"When I was young, my classmates didn't have people who flatter and slap people? It's not a crime to chew people's tongue behind their backs. No one is talking about anyone behind them, and no one is talking about others behind them?"

Seeing that Mr. Tian was generous, Cheng Xing stopped talking and asked again:

"So, have you revealed your identity to them that you are the editor-in-chief of "Literary and Art Circle" and the first Tian Zhenlei in China to make the decision to publish the works of the Little Prince?"

Tian Zhenlei smiled mysteriously.

This statement was not because Cheng Xing helped him to gild his face. During the time when the little prince was famous, the voices criticizing him were louder than those who supported him.
To be continued...