Chapter 81 Godzilla
Wang Zixu looked at the tall, short, fat and thin colorful guys in front of him, standing in this deserted industrial and cold cement-style place, shining brightly, like fireflies in the night, he was shocked to the point of being speechless and choked.
The pink-haired girl poet kept chewing gum, and the "squeaking" sound echoed in the middle of the concrete wall. No one spoke. Everyone was so focused that they even stared at Wang Zixu affectionately, expecting him to give orders.
Wang Zixu cleared his throat and summoned the little prince deep in his heart to take over the situation, but he still got no response. After several attempts to no avail, I could only say dryly:
"So, let's introduce yourselves first."
The tall Sakurajiang asked: "Who should start first?"
Wang Zixu said: "Whoever is ready first, let's talk first."
After that, he He added: "You can talk about your education, experience, reading volume, and creative achievements. You can also talk about your personality and show it in all aspects. Try to be as detailed as possible. You can treat this as... an interview."
Everyone looked at each other, and finally a boy with short hair took a step forward:
"I'm embarrassed to say it, so let me throw some light on it. I am a lost believer, you can call me a believer... By the way, do you want to say your real name?"
Wang Zixu shook his head: "We don't use real names here."
"Oh." The believer continued, "I am a senior student in the Finance Department, and I used to be the editor of our school newspaper."
p>"Finance." The poet next to him repeated while chewing gum, "Is it the local one? Is it right or wrong?"
The believer said: "No, our school is 211."
"Oh, you, a student of 211, want to be a speech therapist?"
The believer was a little embarrassed: "Isn't this just to make some extra money? The main reason is that my strength does not allow me not to come. I am in the top ten of the daily sales list, and I am the same as Sakura-chan. You know the poet, right?"
The sturdy Sakura-chan smiled and said: "Yes, yesterday he was seventh and I was eighth. We rarely fall out of the top ten."
The two high-fived each other in the air.
The poet said: "I haven't paid attention to anyone other than the top three for a long time."
"I'm so angry. You were third yesterday, right? You put it on me."
"This is the bullying of us by the top three!"
Wang Zixu felt the need to bring the topic back and asked: "Believer, how much do you read?"
The believer said: "The amount of reading is not bad, I estimate there are thousands. I guess it's mostly online."
Wang Zixu asked: "Have you read Tolstoy's books?"
The believer shook his head.
Wang Zixu said: "Okay, I know your level. The next one."
The believer said: "Let me ask, how do we describe ourselves? How many words have you read? "
Wang Zixu pointed to the bookshelf next to him and said, "You can look at the books on the shelf and count how many you have read."
The believer said: "What if the book I read is not on the bookshelf?"
Wang Zixu shook his head: "That means it is of little use."
"..."
The powerful Sakura-chan said: "Then let me tell you, I am a graduate student in the Department of Literature at Jiangsu University. In terms of my creative experience, in addition to speech therapy, I have written more papers. In terms of reading, I just glanced at 70% of the books on the shelf, and I have heard of the rest. By the way, Jiangda is 985." After he finished speaking, Wang Zixu felt a little shorter. But the good news is that he found that the believer was also shorter, so he felt a little relieved.
The poet chewed gum and said: "Are you a 985 graduate student to write scripts?"
The majestic Sakurajiang said: "What's wrong with writing scripts? You can make money like this There are not many jobs that can bring satisfaction with money! In other words, there are few jobs! ”
The poet said: “You can be a cowherd.”
The big and thick Sakura-chan said: "You think I haven't tried it?"
"Huh?"
"Come to the offline real content It’s easy to get caught, and everything will be ruined if caught.”
The believer said: “Are you a graduate student?”
The cast-iron Sakurajiang turned to look at him: "Have you ever seen any sports student going to take the postgraduate entrance examination?"
"Su Bingtian."
"I lost to you. I think so. Fitness is a hobby, not a job."
Wang Zixu looked at the pink-haired poet: "It's your turn."
She spoke very quickly: "I'm from Nanjing University. I'm a freshman. My pen names include Leng Ye Changfeng, Qu Shuixiu, Murong Ying, Fei Tianzi... Well, that's probably all there is to it, and there may be some others. I can’t remember the platform.”
Everyone nearby took out their mobile phones and started checking. The believer was the first to shout: “I’ll go!”
Sakura-chan said: "Who are you checking? The one I checked is not the Emperor. I said it was the author of Red Sleeve Diamonds. There are two books with one million words."
"I checked Murong Ying. I'll go, you know? And she is also an emotional blogger."
Cheng Xing behaved quite calmly: "I've heard of Leng Ying. The names of Ye Changfeng and Fei Tianzi are both well-known female online writers. Unexpectedly, they are the same person..."
Wang Zixu asked: "Why do you want to wear a vest?"
The poet chewed gum for a while and said, "You can do it if you want."
After a pause, she added: "Because the styles of the books I want to write are different, I want to distinguish them, and I don't want to bring old readers to a new pit."
Wang Zixu nodded, and everyone else present choked. After being silent for a while, Sakura-chan said:
"Aren't you from 985 too? You were talking about us just now!"
The believer also came back to his senses: "Yeah! Why are you from 985 here to write the script? And you are still a human being Woman! What was your mentality when you were a speech therapist? "
The poet shook his hair: "So I was just curious. I thought I was bored. I didn't expect anyone to be as bored as me.
"Also, from my point of view, I feel that you all don't understand women. In my opinion, your verbal therapy methods are quite crude. Only women know how to seduce women."
Believer and Sakura-chan are somewhat unconvinced. Those who are able to achieve certain results in speech therapy are somewhat proud of themselves, but the poet's resume is too strong. Just talking about it casually gives them a great sense of oppression and makes people have to give in.
Those engaged in literature often quarrel, and in the end, they always rely on their grades to do the talking. Facing an opponent like the poet, it is impossible to make a move - she is impeccable in terms of speech therapy, academic qualifications, and literature.
The genius girl is impeccable.
Wang Zixu waved his hand, indicating to skip this topic: "Next, next."
Cheng Xing then spoke, and he looked at Wang Zixu: "Do I need to hide my real name? My pen name is the same as my real name."
Wang Zixu said: "You are in a special situation , Forget it."
Cheng Xing said: "Okay, then I will introduce myself directly. I am Cheng Xing, and I graduated from Nanjing University a long time ago. I am now a full-time writer.
"I have published dozens of short stories in magazines such as "Novel Monthly" and "South Wind". The novel "Monk's Journey" has been published. I won the second prize for Sprout and the third prize for Emerging Talent. In terms of reading volume, it’s not a lot. I just glanced at this bookshelf and read half of it. ”
Others stared at him as if they were watching the arrival of a true god.
Only then did someone react: "Are you Teacher Cheng Xing? Are you a real person?"
"Teacher Cheng Xing, why did you come here to write the script in person?"
Cheng Xing smiled modestly: "I just admire Teacher Little Prince and want to come and meet him in person. Even if I don't make a penny in the end, it is worth it to understand Teacher Little Prince's creative philosophy."
Everyone was speechless.
Wang Zixu didn’t know what to say, so he turned to look at the taciturn boy at the end: “What about you?”
The timid boy said: "My name is Xiaoba... I am nothing special compared to everyone else. If I am, it is that my self-perception is that I am a fire-breathing mechanical Godzilla."
Everyone was silent.
Wang Zixu said: "I'm sorry, I didn't understand what you meant."
Xiaoba said: "That is to say, every time I write, I I always have the illusion that I am a Godzilla. I feel that I am ugly and ferocious, and that I have the power to destroy everything. I both hate this kind of myself and also like this kind of myself.
"But my emotions are too strong, I am jealous, I am fragile, I close myself off, I use iron plates to piece my body together, and use the flames of jealousy to ignite others. Because of this, my words often hurt people. I am only ranked more than 30 on the daily sales list, and I don't know why I was selected."
Only after understanding it can I realize its greatness. Xiaoba's speech was even more shocking than hearing about a bunch of 985 graduate students. Everyone was silent for a long time.
Wang Zixu said: "No matter what your self-perception is, you must first accept yourself."
"Thank you, Teacher Little Prince." Xiao Ba said, "Actually, I feel very comfortable now. This is the first time I tell others that I am Godzilla. I have never been so relaxed in my life. Thank you, Teacher Little Prince."
Sakurajiang said quietly: "Maybe, this is the charm of Mr. Little Prince."
Wang Zixu let them move freely and read a book first. He slipped away to find Ye Lan and asked in a low voice:
"Aren't the people we selected a little strange?"
Ye Lan was talking to the cook aunt at that time, informing her of the work content. Wang Zixu said:
"You have the nerve to call others blame? You and Zuo Ziliang are both blameless, right? I feel a lot of pressure when I work with you every day. You should reflect on yourself."
After saying that, she added: "Everything is invested now. They have come all the way here, and you and Zuo Ziliang have chosen the people. If you are not satisfied, don't come to me. But the script task must be completed! You only have 20 days. "
"Don't worry," said Wang Zixu. "
He turned around and saw a figure wearing a dark windbreaker, walking towards the living room with his hands in his pockets. That's the little prince.
So, he felt relieved and followed the little prince towards the living room.
(End of this chapter)