These nicknames deepened Wang Zixu’s prejudice against the group.
He understood why Zuo Ziliang asked him to change his pen name. His real name was lost among these nicknames, like a zebra among the camels, too conspicuous.
After thinking for a long time, he decided to use his own name and combined it with his favorite fairy tale to give himself a brand new nickname - Little Prince.
Zuo Ziliang said: "Has it been built yet? What is your new nickname? I will edit a notification."
Wang Zixu told him honestly. After speaking, Zuo Ziliang stared blankly for a while, and then laughed loudly, which made Wang Zixu very embarrassed.
"Your name is the Little Prince? The nickname you gave yourself is the Little Prince? Old Wang, are you 30 this year? Are you too childlike?"
Wang Zixu was a bit shy: "The book "The Little Prince" was written by Saint-Exupery when he was 42 years old. I am a year younger than him. What's wrong with being childlike?"
Zuo Ziliang said: "I don't mean that. I mean, you are 30, and most of the speech therapists in our group are in their early 20s. I can understand that you want to try to come up with a nickname that fits the spiritual world of young people, but the name Little Prince sounds very pretentious when you hear it, and everyone will find it weird."
Wang Zixu felt hurt inexplicably.
“Is this weird?”
"To be honest, it's a bit weird."
"You misunderstood me," said Wang Zixu. I didn't want to fit in with the spiritual world of young people. I just like this name..."
"That's weird, too," said Zuo Ziliang."
"Okay."
Wang Zixu lowered his head to operate, and then said to Zuo Ziliang:
"What now?"
Zuo Ziliang glanced down and saw the new nickname he had changed for himself -
"The little prince uprooted the baobab tree."
"..."
"Is it still weird now?"
"...Strange, but not that kind of weird. Anyway, this name is okay."
"Then I will call it this." The prince smiled.
Zuo Ziliang looked at him with a complicated expression: "I thought you had no sense of humor."
"Huh?" Wang Zixu didn't understand why he had this illusion. "It's not that I don't have a sense of humor, it's just that I'm always serious, and I don't have money."
...
After Wang Zixu returned home, Zuo Ziliang immediately liked everyone.
【@所有人，今天晚上我请了我们的脚本老师@小王子倒拔猴面包树，来给大家讲课。 It will start on time at eight o'clock in the evening. After the class starts, I will turn on the mute for all. You will have 15 minutes after class for you to ask questions. Note that this course is an exclusive benefit for our core speech therapists. Those who have paid for it are strictly prohibited from spreading the chat records. The script teacher is very busy and private chatting and hooking up are strictly prohibited. Once you receive it, just attend the class on time. There is no need to reply to the receipt. 】
After sending this collective message, the group was in an uproar, and then the entire screen was filled with a large number of "received" messages.
At this time, the operations team had just finished working overtime, and Huang Da was sitting with a few colleagues at the barbecue restaurant downstairs of the company for a late-night snack. When he saw the message in the group, he spit out the mutton skewers he had just chewed in his mouth and stared at the phone in shock.
Seeing his appearance, his colleagues quickly put down the mutton skewers in their hands and asked: "What's wrong? The meat is not fresh?"
Huang Da said: "Damn it, the boss brought the scripter into the group and asked him to give lectures to the speech therapists!"
The colleague breathed a sigh of relief and said, "What did I think it was... Damn? He brought the scripter in?"
Huang Da handed over the phone and pointed his finger: "Look!"
Several heads gathered around him instantly.
Huang Da hugged his head. He only mentioned the script team yesterday, and today the boss brought the main character over. He even suspected that his boss had seen through his little thoughts.
"The little prince uprooted the baobab tree. Why is this nickname so weird?" a colleague said while studying his mobile phone.
Another colleague next to him glared at him: "What's weird about this?"
"Don't you think it's weird?"
"Why do you think it's weird?"
"How can the little prince pull up the baobab tree?"
"Can't people pull up the tree when it is still young?"
Another colleague joined the discussion and said: "Isn't this a typical double burden? This baggage is well designed!"
Someone immediately agreed: "Yes, I just discovered it, there is a bit of black humor."
Another person said: "What humor? Why can't I feel a little humor? I just feel a little childish."
The colleague said: "Where is the childishness? Have you not seen "The Little Prince"?"
"Have you seen it? But does it have anything to do with whether you have seen "The Little Prince"?"
"Then you must have never seen "Water Margin"."
Everyone was having a heated discussion about literature. Huang Da interrupted their topic and said:
"That's enough, is this the point? The point is the scripter! The boss has brought his real person into the group!"
Colleagues calmed down, and someone said: "Yes, we were discussing yesterday that this scripter is our core competitiveness, but today the boss exposed him. Are you really not afraid of being poached?"
“At least on the plus side, we know whether this scripter is a team or a lone wolf. He is a person.”
“Not necessarily, the boss only said ‘Pull a scripter into the group to give lectures’, but did not say ‘This scripter is our only scripter’?”
"In short, it is still confusing about this script writer. Fortunately, we can get to know him soon."
Huang Da rubbed his cheeks for a while. Whenever he thought quickly, his face would get hot. At this time, he would rub his face with his hands to speed up the heat dissipation. His cat also inherited this habit from him. After experiencing lightning-quick thinking, he suddenly had an idea.
"I understand, I understand the boss's intention."
Colleagues gathered around and said, "What do you understand?"
Huang Da said: "I'm not sure yet. When I start teaching later, I should be able to verify my idea."
He tapped the fingers of both hands on the table, feeling half excited and half nervous. He stared at the small characters "The Little Prince Uprooted the Baobab Tree" on his phone, as if he wanted to see through the other person through this line of text on the screen.
…
At the same time, the small group of Wen Yan Speech Therapists was originally calm, but after the news came down about the large group, it seemed as if a stone was thrown into the lake and a bunch of people exploded.
Sunny and cheerful Sakura-chan: [I just talked about the script teacher yesterday, and I was able to attend class today! happiness! ]
Innocence Poet: [Yesterday I thought you would never know the script writer in your life. 】
Sunny and cheerful Sakura-chan: [(angry.jpg) I’m not qualified, am I? 】
Innocence Poet: [No, I originally thought you could go it alone if you took the scripter with you. But now it seems that the boss may not think you have this ability. 】
Sunny and cheerful Sakura-chan: [It means you overestimated me before, right? Having said that, why target me? Anyone can run away with the script writer? ? 】
Bird thief who loves diving: [What? You actually want to run away with the script writer? You are so bold! ]
Sunny and cheerful Sakura-chan: [No one wants to run away with the script writer! I just want to ask how you can write as meaningfully as a script writer. 】
The bird thief who loves diving: [Learn it and then replace it, right? 】
Sunny and cheerful Sakura-chan: [...how is that possible? ]
zed: [Even if Fei Ying wants to replace him, he can't replace him. His writing style can't be learned. ]
Innocence Poet: [Although Sakura-chan is not as good at writing as others, she has her own advantages. If you fight, the other party will definitely not be able to beat you. ]
Sunny and cheerful Sakura-chan: [You are all bullying others, I won’t tell you anymore. snort. ]
zed: [Fei Ying is gone. Now, can anyone tell me what the little prince meant by pulling up the baobab tree upside down? 】
No one responded to him for a long time. After a long time, there was a new message.
The diving bird thief: [I think it probably means that the little prince uprooted the baobab tree. 】
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