【That's good. I like you to be wet.】

Qiu Ge: [Okay. But I suggest you be more gentle. I have a bad temper. I am not only irritable but also fragile, just like the pottery made by the Yangshao people. 】

After saying that, Ning Chunyan chuckled. She was very satisfied with her "use".

Little Prince: [Don’t worry. I will treat you like my favorite thing.]

Qiu Ge:【What is your favorite thing?】

The little prince:【Book.】

Qiu Ge:【You want to see me?】

Little Prince: [No. I'm not interested in looking at you for now. As we all know, after buying a book, the first thing you should do is take off the waist of the book.]

Autumn Song: [Indeed.]

Little Prince: [Are you wearing a belt?]

Qiu Ge: [Not now. But I usually have it.]

【What brand is it?】

【Gucci.】

[Gucci, luxury and simplicity, right? No more luxury. Cut out the complicated and keep it simple. Take it off.]

[As ordered.] Ning Chunyan replied with a silly smile.

Little Prince: [The waist of the book is always written with all kinds of compliments from celebrities from all walks of life, such as "works that truly enlighten the soul" and "the purest call of beauty in troubled times". These are all comments given to you by others. Why?

Do you need someone to tell you what it’s like? Just go and see it yourself.】

Qiu Ge: [I understand. From this point of view, the book waist is indeed the most unnecessary thing and should be taken off.]

The little prince: [There is no need for a book cover. It is a hardcover book with a hard cover, and it is always covered with a layer of cardboard. The design is usually very fancy, but it is of no use.]

Qiu Ge: [Are you going to ask me what I’m wearing next?]

Little Prince: [Yes.]

Qiu Ge: [I am wearing a bright yellow skirt with thin shoulder straps, white casual shorts, bare legs, and a pair of white socks on my feet. ]

The little prince: [You can keep the little white socks.]

Ning Chunyan rubbed her face and pinched her earlobes for a while. She felt her face was hot.

She said: [Then what? The waist of the book has been thrown away, the cover has been taken off, and now the whole book is lying naked in your hand. How do you plan to read her?]

The little prince: [Reading is a wonderful thing for me. I can’t read e-books, but paper books make me addicted. I am greedy for the smell of paper pulp and ink between the pages, and I can’t help but turn my head.

Breathing between the pages of the book. When turning the pages with my fingers, the sound of the pages and the feel of the paper are all intoxicating. I will deliberately soak the paper with the sweat on my fingertips to make it soft, and I will also caress every detail on the page.

One line.]

Qiu Ge: [You read very carefully. I made a loss selling this book to you.]

That night, Ning Chunyan and Wang Zixu chatted a lot. As Qiu Ge and the little prince respectively.

She told him almost all her feelings at this stage of her life. About her fear of marriage and boredom with blind dates, her sense of distance from literature and her love for the little prince.

She told him that she had been to the distant Qilian Mountains, where the sky was high and high, and the eyes were full of green. In the distance, the towering peaks stood like jade pillars in the sky. The top of the head was covered with snow, and the white on the mountainside were sheep. She also went there.

Crossing the bustling East China Sea, where a cup of milk tea costs 40 yuan, there is not a single undesirable tree branch beside the road, and everything you see is filled with exquisiteness full of money. Living on the 22nd floor of the hotel, you can look straight at the towering Pearl Tower.

She told him that she was not as elegant as she seemed. Her desire for turbulent life and fierce collisions made her exude a dangerous atmosphere. But she was often invited to sit among a group of sanctimonious people and talk about literature.

, art, national character and cultural context, etc. are extremely serious topics. If someone discovers that she secretly loves vulgar and obscene works such as The Little Prince's script to death, she will even use dirty means to seek peace.

If he talks to her, her image will collapse like a snow mountain, and she will be shut down in her circle. But this feeling of walking on the edge of destruction makes her addicted.

But the little prince didn't tell her anything. In other words, he only told her that he liked books, music, and being alone. He didn't reveal anything about his identity, place of origin, or even gender. He kept it as mysterious as possible.

But Ning Chunyan just thinks he is too cool like this.

At the end of the day, Ning Chunyan rewarded the little prince with the most expensive virtual gift that could be chosen on the platform. Later, the prince falsely checked the price, which was a full 10,000 yuan.

Ning Chunyan said she was very happy. Wang Zixu didn't understand why she was so happy. She was obviously the one who spent the money.

…

It's late. At this point, even the users who stay up late for speech therapy are already rare. Wen Yan's speech therapy group is quiet. There are only a few who can endure it. They are either sorting out scripts or discussing speech therapy techniques.

Suddenly, a shocking news came from the crowd, startling everyone.

Xingsheng: [Shit! Look at the daily sales list!]

After the sunny and cheerful Sakura-chan saw the group message, she opened the daily sales list in ignorance. She first checked her own ranking. After confirming that there was no change, she took a quick glance and found no bright spots.

But at this time, the group has already started to "fuck" the screen.

Sakura-chan looked at the daily sales list again. This list records the people who have made the most sales from 0 o'clock on that day to the current time. Sales come from two sources, one is the duration of receiving orders, and the other is rewards.

Generally speaking, by 8 o'clock in the evening, this list will not change much, and by 9 o'clock, it will basically not move.

It was now 11 o'clock in the evening, so there shouldn't be any changes in the list. Until Sakura-chan saw the first place, she rubbed her eyes in disbelief and stared at it carefully again.

"Damn it, why is the little prince number one? Where did he come from? Is he the little prince I thought?"

His question is also a question that everyone else in the group is concerned about.

[Is this first-place little prince a big script writer? It can’t be true, right? 】

[It’s probably just the same name. Why would the boss bother to compete with us? 】

[But you’ve never heard of this person before? It can’t really be him, right? 】

[I’m afraid it’s him, he’s the only one with this strength, right? 】

After a while, a message exploded the entire group chat.

Xingsheng: [I asked the operation. This little prince is the little prince who uproots the baobab tree.]

Xingsheng: [However, they said that the boss of Little Prince is only taking temporary orders and will not continue to take orders in the future. They told us not to worry. ]

After he finished speaking, the group chat was filled with "Fuck" again, and then the screen was filled with "Little Prince, I'm so awesome!".

Zuo Ziliang called Ye Lan and said, "It seems that the result of our crisis has come out."

Ye Lan had just finished taking a shower and didn't notice the movement in the group, so she asked: "How was it? Is the result good or bad?"

Zuo Ziliang said: "If you look at the number one spot on the daily sales list, that is the answer."
Chapter completed!