Chen Qingluo didn't quite understand why An Younan could laugh like this: the two earrings on her small ears were gently shaking, half bent her knees, and the thin dress outlined two thrilling curves on her waist and hips.

Gu Xuan walked over and said hello as if nothing had happened: "Miss An, what makes you so happy?"

An Younan wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes with his fingertips and slowly straightened up: "Well, Mr. Gu is here just in time. Come and see how my friend is talking about the scholars."

Gu Xuan looked downstairs and said, "Your friend is this Prince Xu?"

"Yes," An Younan's smile was as bright as a flower.

Gu Xuan looked back at Chen Qingluo, and Chen Qingluo wanted to speak but stopped.

The voice of the host downstairs sounded:

"Teacher Wang Zixu! Teacher Wang Zixu, please control the length of your speech. There are other teachers who want to speak later."

"Let me finish this paragraph."

"Teacher Wang, there are restrictions on the duration of our discussion," the host said with a smile, "Can we let the next teacher speak? You have been talking alone for 30 minutes."

Xiao Mengyin raised his hands aside: "He can continue saying, I have no objection."

She wanted Wang Zixu to keep talking until the end of the discussion, so she would not have to speak.

According to Wang Zixu's standard of hitting one by one, she suddenly felt very confident about what she was preparing to speak, and she would stumble when she spoke later.

The pressure is too great.

The host said: "Sorry, but we have other procedures later."

Wang Zixu thought about the whole thing. If he was interrupted in the middle and couldn't breathe, it would be too uncomfortable. He said in a almost begging tone:

"It doesn't take long for the next statement, really."

The host shook his head silently.

In the stands on the second floor, An Younan frowned and complained loudly: "Oh, it's boring!"

Gu Xuan glanced at her, dialed the phone, and said, "Let Wang Zixu continue to speak.

"Well, let him talk... let him talk as long as he wants."

An You Nanchao Gu Xuan looked gratefully: "Thank you!"

Gu Xuan took the phone away and smiled softly: "No thanks. I also want to appreciate how your friend talks about the scholars."

After a pause, he said, "I also want to see what charm he has, so that you and both of you can help him."

An Younan instantly captured the amount of information in this sentence and looked at Chen Qingluo in surprise:

"She came here to beg you for Wang Zixu?"

Gu Xuan smiled but said nothing.

Chen Qingluo turned her head and didn't want to speak.

Without an answer, it means that you have already answered. An Younan raised his head and showed a cramped look.

At this time, downstairs, the host pressed the headset, kept nodding, with an awkward look, and then said:

"Teacher Wang Zixu, we have received the opinions of the organizing committee. You can continue to speak..."

Wang Zixu was about to sit down, but he was stunned when he heard this, and immediately stood up without any politeness:

"Is that so? Then I'll continue. By the way, do you have water? You're a little thirsty."

If the host hadn't been facing the camera, he would have rolled his eyes to the sky - do you want to listen to what you are saying? Do you also know that you are thirsty?

But just now, when I received the command of the main controller, a big man made a statement. I knew that the person in front of me might have a great background, so I could only try my best to keep it in my arms and said to the service lady next to me:

"If you have water, please give him a glass."

The young lady wearing a cheongsam said, "No water, only drinks, is it OK?"

Wang Zixu said: "Come on Coke."

“No Coke. There is Dry Martini.”

Wang Zixu said: "Then let's have a cup of Dry Martini."

He drank it in his mouth and found that he had been fooled. It was wine, and the wine did not quench his thirst. But now he was embarrassed to let someone change another glass, so he had to continue speaking.

An Younan on the second floor saw his way of drinking the buns, and laughed so hard that he almost fainted. He lay on the railing and gasped, and he was very despicable.

Chen Qingluo finally couldn't help it and asked, "Is there anything funny?"

An Younan stood up straight: "I think it's funny."

Chen Qingluo was a little unhappy: "Miss An, I think you are treating him as your toy."

"Whether I treat him as a toy or a friend, does it have anything to do with you?"

"It's a relationship. As his old friend, I don't want him to be treated as a toy by anyone."

The two of them faced each other in a tit-for-tat way, and Gu Xuan found that the direction of this topic became increasingly awkward.

He took a sip of coffee and used the excuse to go there to meet someone, so he took the opportunity to slip away.

Chen Qingluo and An Younan stared at each other, and at the same time, they met each other's straight gaze without fear.

An Younan said: "I can't control you like him. But it's uncomfortable to control me under the banner of a friend."

Chen Qingluo's breathing suddenly became disordered and said, "Who told you that I like him?"

"I can see it myself," said An Younan, "I used to have a friend who said that women in love will become famous detectives. I was very disdainful. Now I realize that what she said is true.

"If you like someone, what he is thinking, what he wants, the attitude of the people around you towards him... are all clear at a glance, and there is no need to even think about it. So I see, you, like, like him."

Chen Qingluo suppressed her breathing: "So, you like him too."

"Yes, isn't this clear at a glance? I haven't hidden it."

"Then I have to remind you that he is married."

An Younan said with an indifferent expression: "I know. What's wrong?"

Chen Qingluo frowned: "You still pester him when he gets married, it's a mistress."

"Then I'll be a mistress."

Chen Qingluo opened her eyes slightly, and An Younan tied her hair in the temples behind her ears:

"What's wrong? Do you look down on the mistress?"

"No one looks down on the mistress."

"I still look down on you," said An Younan. "I dare not say what I want, I dare not do what I want, and I use all kinds of excuses to cover up my weakness and cowardice. I can't even satisfy my own desires. Is it worthy to be called a human?"

An Younan's eyes were shining and his tone was firm:

"I have sweared since I was a child that I must get what I want. I live whatever I want. No matter who it is, I can't stop me!"

...

Zhuang Die was just twenty-five years old when he came to Guxuan Salon to attend the seminar.

When a person is twenty-five, he has a flexible brain, has fast metabolism, does not gain weight when eating anything, and does not catch a cold without covering himself at night. This is the most confident age group in a person's life.

But there is also a disadvantage, that is, people who have never suffered any hardships will suddenly give him a blow, just like telling him that you have cancer, and their first reaction is definitely not to believe it.

How could I get cancer? How could I suffer? My body is healthy and long, and my life is smooth sailing - it is inevitable that there will be such a thinking inertia. Wang Zixu was also like this when he was 25 years old.

So when Zhuang Die heard Wang Zixu's speech, his first reaction was: He was afraid that he was not crazy, so he dared to face everyone.

The second reaction was that everyone ordered him, and he couldn't fight back one by one, right?...Damn, he really fought one by one?

Then he thought again, he couldn't have read all the books he said, right?

If Wang Zixu only dabbled in one or two aspects, it might have really hit his research direction.

But he is fully equipped with everything, and he can speak a few words from everyone. The biggest possibility of being fully integrated is that everything is not fully integrated.

Zhuang Die reasonably suspected that he might just know a few names and attack everyone with a strong attitude, which scared everyone. In fact, he himself didn't understand.

It is difficult to install an engineer, but it is easy to install a writer. It also has a book specifically, "How to Pretend to Read a Hundred Classics", which sells very well, and readers only find that they are fooled after buying it home. But at least it shows that the general public has this demand.

The more he heard it, the more he felt that his suspicion was quite reasonable.

Zhuang Die was planning to organize the language, but when Wang Zixu finished speaking, he questioned him fiercely, but Meng Xin beside him spoke first.

"Sorry, sorry... I'll interrupt," Meng Xin said to Wang Zixu, "Can I ask you a question?"

Wang Zixu was talking, his mind was smooth, and he was suddenly interrupted. He turned his head and asked, "What's the question?"

Meng Xin's voice was cold: "I accept your criticism just now, but you mentioned Suli Pludom, who is the first Nobel Prize in Literature. If you were not a professional poetic study of 18th century and would not even know his name, you said I read too little. I want to ask, have you read his poems yourself?"

Wang Zixu was stunned, and Meng Xin then said: "I think if you haven't read it yourself and still criticize me with these names, I won't feel uncomfortable, I just feel a little bit, a little bit..."

She pondered the words for a while, and then found a suitable but not elegant word: "It's a bit pretentious."

There was an uproar at the scene, and whispers sounded from all directions. On the one hand, it was because the beauty used vulgar words, and on the other hand, it was in response to her doubts.

As soon as Meng Xin finished speaking, she was separated from her. The writer who had just been criticized by Wang Zixu said:

"I agree with Meng Xin's opinion. I don't agree with the questioning, but if you can't memorize a string of names, it proves that I'm wrong. You said I haven't read it, have you read it yourself?"
To be continued...