Chapter 115 Zhongshan Wolf (8063)
Wang Zixu couldn’t explain his feelings when he saw Chen Qingluo again, just like Li Bai couldn’t explain why looking up at the bright moon made him bow his head and miss his hometown.
Fortunately, no one in this world needs his answer about the reunion. People's eyes are all focused on Mingyue, and no one notices a bitter person sitting in the shadow.
Fortunately no one noticed. Wang Zixu is not a person like Florentino Ariza who likes to add drama to himself. He will not still believe that he is waiting for Fermina Daza after dating 622 lovers.
Over the years, he has lived a step-by-step life, got married when he was supposed to, and attended the classes he was supposed to attend. None of this had anything to do with Chen Qingluo. The two of them are on the other side of the world, living their own lives. They are just passers-by, and they should be just passers-by. He strictly kept his status as a passer-by and suppressed the strong fluctuations in his heart.
But he still couldn’t help but sigh: Chen Qingluo has grown up. Her height remains the same as in high school, but her appearance has changed slightly. There is an old saying in Xihe to describe this situation, which is called "growing taller".
Her facial features have not changed much, but the childishness on her face has disappeared, and the charm of her whole person has become mature, graceful, and more moving. The parts of the body that should be plump have become straighter, and the parts that should be protruding have become more curved.
From the time she looked around, she could still find the shadow of the past. She squinted her eyes lazily, as if she hadn't woken up, and looked at someone sideways, which often made people think she was cold, but not annoying. In the past, she always stared at Wang Zixu with this look, making him feel guilty and wonder if he had done something wrong.
She was wearing a Hanfu of the same style as Ning Chunyan but in a different color. She was more suitable for this outfit in terms of temperament. This is also the reason why the audience cheered just now. When she first appeared on the scene, it was easy for people who didn't know her to think she was some kind of star.
"Wow." Zhao Peilin, who was sitting next to Wang Zixu, shook his head and exclaimed, "She looks so good in this outfit. It is completely reminiscent of her previous aggressive look."
"Aggressive?" Wang Zixu turned around and asked in confusion.
"Yes, when I clapped the manuscript in front of Professor Zhong, she was like a lioness." Zhao Peilin turned his head and smiled, "You are familiar with her, right?"
Hearing this question, the prince had mixed feelings in his heart, and said with a wry smile: "I don't know her."
"Why do you think I will know her?"
"Who do you think her lioness look is for? Isn't it just for you?"
Wang Zixu felt that the surrounding space was distorting, and the flashy background of the stage was quickly moving away from him.
“For me?”
“Yes, your manuscript was rejected before, and she and Ning Chunyan came all the way to find Professor Zhong. I have to force your manuscript in. If she hadn't insisted on it, you might not be sitting here."
Zhao Peilin began to tell him what happened that day. He said that he was reading the paper for Professor Zhong that day, and Ning Chunyan and Chen Qingluo suddenly came to kill them. Just like Zhang Yide and Zhao Zilong from Changbanpo, one was blocking the water and breaking the bridge, and the other was fighting seven in and seven out, so they could coordinate easily. And he was just like Xia Houen, running over and giving him a green sword. The manuscript he finally wrote made a wedding dress for Wang Zixu.
Halfway through listening, Wang Zixu began to wander, or in other words, for him, language no longer had practical significance. It was as if someone had cracked an egg deep in his heart, and the cold egg liquid flowed from his heart to his limbs, making him feel very comfortable on this hot summer night. His brain at this time was completely filled with ambiguous emotions.
Ning Chunyan did not tell Wang Zixu that there was another Chen Qingluo in their actions. She originally wanted to talk about it. But Chen Qingluo said she didn't know Wang Zixu, and Wang Zixu also said he didn't know Chen Qingluo. So Ning Chunyan thought that she might as well not tell him. The two of them will meet sooner or later, let's wait until they meet before introducing each other. Therefore, Wang Zixu learned the news without any psychological preparation.
The summer night breeze caressed his cheek, causing unsuppressable throbbing in his heart. The gust of wind that crossed the playground 12 years ago finally blew back into his face.
He looked towards the stage and towards Chen Qingluo, who was sitting lazily on a chair on the stage with her legs stretched out and doing nothing. The staff were walking around her, preparing for an interview.
He suddenly thought, will she discover him?
Wang Zixu is 1.8 meters tall and sits in the first three rows. If she looks here, she will definitely notice Wang Zixu.
He was not confident that Chen Qingluo could recognize him at a glance. After all, he had also "grown up". But he prayed in his heart, hoping that Chen Qingluo would at least look over here, even just once, so that their eyes could meet.
But Chen Qingluo was sitting on the bright stage. In the vast night, it was the only light source, just like the bright moon hanging high. The prince disappeared among all the people in the audience. From beginning to end, she didn't look here.
…
“Now begins the third round of assessment and scoring for this Xihe Literary Society Essay Competition. This is also the last scoring. The results of this scoring will determine the ranking of this paper competition. I hope that all the judges and teachers can solemnly give their scores in a fair, just, sincere and inclusive attitude.
"The scoring method adopts a hundred-point system from 0 to 100. There are 7 judges in total. The highest score and the lowest score will be removed from the final score, and the average score will be included in the total score. The ranking will be based on the total score.
"The first place will win the first prize of the cultural fair. The other rankings include one second prize, one third prize, and two excellence awards.
“The scoring order will be drawn in sequence, and the scores will be given by the teachers present after reading them. Before all the scores are formed, each judge teacher shall not disclose his or her own scores to avoid affecting the judgment of other teachers. After all the scores are generated, the scores will be calculated uniformly. Once the scores are formed, they cannot be changed.
“This scoring will be conducted under the joint supervision of the judging panel and the observation team to ensure that the scoring process is fair and just. ”
After the staff read out the scoring regulations, Li Tingfang waved his hand and said to the judges on the long table: "In order to ensure the fairness of the literary competition this time, we also invited Teacher Yan Zishan to join the judging panel, but Teacher Yan's scoring weight is different from everyone else's. The same, so I hope everyone will treat it with caution and take their ratings seriously."
Everyone looked at Yan Zishan beside Li Tingfang, who stretched out his hand and gave everyone a simple greeting. Shen Qingfeng gave him a bright smile, but he ignored it.
Li Tingfang added: "The total of 10 manuscripts will take a long time, so everyone should be prepared for a protracted battle. Start as soon as possible. Finally, I emphasize once again that when everyone scores, they must be objective and fair, especially to exclude factors other than literature and learning."
Hearing this, the judge Teacher Liu narrowed his eyes, Teacher Fan remained calm, Yan Zishan folded his arms and said nothing, Ning Chunyan looked sideways at Shen Qingfeng, and Shen Qingfeng yawned.
The staff picked up the lottery tube on the table and shook it in full view of everyone.
Finally, the bamboo stick fell out of the tube. The staff picked it up and said in a broadcast tone:
" Specially invited manuscript by Nanda, "The Road Ahead Is Safe", author: Wang Zixu "
Hearing this name, Shen Qingfeng's face changed slightly, and Ning Chunyan's heart beat. The staff quickly distributed the manuscript to everyone.
Shen Qingfeng held the manuscript with a bit of doubt in his tone: "Is this a manuscript specially invited by Nanda?"
He felt that the author's name was very familiar, or rather, very familiar. If it was the Wang Zixu he knew, he should not be here at all.
He looked at Ning Chunyan with suspicious eyes, but he only saw her lowering her head and twisting her hair with her hands, with the same expression.
Li Tingfang said: "This is also the longest manuscript in the third round, and even the longest manuscript in all the essays solicited by the Literary Society."
Teacher Liu smiled bitterly and raised the manuscript: "A 30,000-word article is so thick on A4 paper. It was a tough battle from the beginning."
"But it's better to attack the hard work at the beginning than to attack when you are dizzy. I can't imagine how tired I will be if I review this article at the end."
"Start as soon as possible."
Ning Chunyan secretly complained in his heart.
Wang Zixu is always a bit unlucky. There is a one-tenth chance that he will draw the first one, so his luck is really bad.
Generally speaking, if you get the first one in this kind of competition, you will suffer a bit. When the judges see the first manuscript, they have not yet formed a basic idea of the quality of the manuscript for this conference, and their scoring will be very erratic, so they often subconsciously give a lower score.
In Ning Chunyan’s view, Wang Zixu’s manuscript is of extremely high standard. Even if it were submitted to “Yangtze River”, it would still be published. After all, the literary society's essay solicitation is open to all people, and the level is uneven. Only a few well-known veterans can match its quality.
It happened that his manuscript got the first one. Even if the judges gave him a lower score, they could not change it later. This would make him easy to lose.
The long table was very quiet, everyone was reading the manuscript quietly, and there was only the sound of turning pages in the room.
Ning Chunyan has already read it before, so there is no need to read it again. She just turned the pages symbolically, but her mind was not on the manuscript. She was wondering whether she should give the prince some false points.
At this moment, she squinted and saw that Shen Qingfeng, who was sitting next to her, had already begun to write down the score on the note paper at hand.
60.
Shen Qingfeng gave "A Safe Road Ahead" a score of 60 points.
Ning Chunyan was immediately furious.
It has ranked first in all previous essay competitions. The average score of the manuscripts is above 90 points, and 60 points is almost the worst. No matter how bad Wang Zixu's manuscript is, it is impossible to give him a score of 60.
Ning Chunyan felt anxious and wanted to write "100" on the note paper. But calm down and think about it, this is too fake. The rating this time was not anonymous. When she checked it back, she gave it 100 points. She had to explain the reasons. How would she explain it then?
Does she want to say that this is to fight Shen Qingfeng's injustice and give Wang Zixula an equal share?
It can’t be like this. She couldn't even give Wang Zixu a high score.
In order to get his manuscript into the final selection, she has done too many deviant things. If she insists on praising it blindly, and if someone makes a fuss about it afterwards, it will not only be very detrimental to her, but also a big trouble for Wang Zixu, and a good thing may turn into a bad thing.
Wang Zixu doesn’t need to take first place. As long as he can enter the top five, he has proven himself. On the contrary, he should not stand out too much. If he stands out, he will be easily spotted and shot.
She took a deep breath, but in the end she did not write down 100. After much hesitation, she wrote "91" on the paper.
This number is quite good, there are zeros and rounded numbers. Even if someone asks about it afterwards, she can plausibly say that this score is the score I should have in my heart. It is not particularly high, right?
Those here are all senior writers and read very quickly. Twenty minutes later, everyone had finished grading, and the staff came and collected everyone’s notes.
Afterwards, one person counted the votes and another person kept the score. On the whiteboard in front of everyone, the highest and lowest scores were removed (Shen Qingfeng's 60 points were indeed removed).
The final score was 88.6 points.
This score is slightly lower than Ning Chunyan expected. She felt a little uneasy inside.
According to the scores of previous literary conferences, the first place score is generally around 95, with the lowest score being 91. The scores for fifth place are mostly around 85 points.
From experience, Wang Zixu has a great chance of entering the top five. But there is no guarantee that accidents may occur.
After the score was announced, the tense atmosphere eased, everyone started whispering to each other, and some people stood up and moved.
Li Tingfang said: "This manuscript only scored 88 points? Is your score a bit low?"
Everyone was stunned, and no one answered.
Li Tingfang said: "I expected this manuscript to score more than 95 points, but my score was probably regarded as the highest score and removed. Oh, that's right, it is the first manuscript after all."
Yan Zishan said: “I gave it a score of 89. The quality is indeed pretty good. But I’m not sure what the overall level of this literary conference is, so the score is more conservative.”
Li Tingfang nodded: "Yes, you have not participated in the second round and have not been exposed to the overall level of the essay competition."
The staff member was a little girl and asked hesitantly: "Teacher Li, do you want to re-grade?"
Li Tingfang shook his head: "Didn't the regulations say it before? Once the grades are obtained, they will be graded again. No changes are allowed. "
"I have a suggestion."
"Please tell me." "The next score will be based on this manuscript. If it is better than it, the score will be higher."
Someone next to him nodded: "Yes, after reading the second and third articles, a range will be formed, and a more accurate score will be roughly formed."
Ning Chunyan thought in his heart, hoping that the next manuscript would be drawn with a larger gap. This would be more beneficial to Wang Zixu, and might lower the overall score of all manuscripts.
The scoring continued, and the staff continued to draw lots. The second lot fell out, and the staff read:
""The Contest in the Thatched House," author: Lin Luo."
Lin Luo passed by Lin Feng’s seat with a cold expression and sat down a few meters away from him.
Lin Feng tried hard to restrain his expression changes and appear indifferent, but there were still some waves in his heart.
If you had asked him who his best brother was two years ago, he would have said it was Lin Luo.
The two of them happened to have the surname Lin, just like brothers. At that time, they were together all the time, and some people even thought they were brothers.
Lin Feng met Lin Luo at a lecture. At that time, he was invited to give a lecture at a university on the creation of reportage. At that time, a student came over after the lecture and asked him a few questions. He was very eager to learn.
At that time, Lin Feng had just started his career. Although he had become a well-known young author in the eyes of many people, he was still quite frightened in his self-perception and even afraid of showing his cowardice. At that time, the attendance rate of the lectures was not high, and the students were not very active. Most of them were doing errands. Lin Luo's studiousness inspired his interest. He talked with Lin Luo enthusiastically for a long time, and later added his contact information.
Later, Lin Luo wrote a few novels for him to study. After going back and forth, the two of them became very familiar with each other. When Lin Luo graduated, Lin Feng helped him with his career choices.
Later Lin Luo came to Xihe and worked in a government agency. Lin Feng often stayed with him during that period, discussing literature and going out for late-night snacks. Lin Feng's wife murmured to him several times about this, saying that he was too good at being a teacher and was a bit naive. I didn't quite understand my own affairs, but I helped others first.
Lin Feng disagreed. He felt that his rise was due to the success of Teacher Li Tingfang. Without this noble person, Teacher Li Tingfang, he would not be where he is today. Nowadays, times have changed, and it is not easy to meet a seedling who also loves literature. This time, he will be the noble one.
At that time, Lin Luo kept shouting "Brother Feng, Brother Feng". At that time, he had no doubt about Lin Luo's character. It was not until later that he realized that many things were just wishful thinking. He is willing to be a noble person to others, but Lin Luo may not really regard him as a "noble person".
With his support, Lin Luo took root in Xihe and entered the Literary and Art Association. Naturally, he wanted to go further. But at this point, Lin Feng was unlikely to be able to help.
Lin Feng has not yet reached the top position, whether in administration or literature. There are some things that he dare not agree to and cannot speak up. Lin Luo also discovered that he was strong on the outside, but he couldn't help with a few things, so he obviously started to move less with him.
At that time, Lin Feng’s wife told him, you see, this guy is actually a person who wants to follow people’s influence, but Lin Feng still didn’t believe it. It wasn't until later that Lin Luo somehow got on Shen Qingfeng's side, and the two became close and close. Lin Luoan shouted "Brother Feng, Brother Feng" just like he did to Lin Feng before, and later stabbed Lin Feng without hesitation. Only then did Lin Feng realize that his wife was right.
During that time, Lin Feng was quite miserable, not because he hated Lin Luo, but because he was annoyed that he could easily trust others. Zhongshan wolf, Zhongshan wolf, goes rampant when he gets his way. What's even more terrifying is that this wolf was raised by him himself. He doesn't blame the wolf for being bad, he only blames himself for being stupid and unable to distinguish between humans and wolves.
At this moment, Lin Luo, who was a few seats away, suddenly turned his head with a joking smile on his face: "The score for the first article is out, 88 points."
Lin Feng's face twitched, and after a moment he turned around and said, "How do you know? The final result hasn't come out yet. Isn't this illegal?"
Lin Luo smiled and said, "Come on, Mr. Lin, if you want to know, there must be channels."
Lin Feng shook his head: "I don't want to know, and I have no way."
Lin Luo shook his head with a joking smile: "Then I have nothing to say. Let me tell you, Mr. Lin, why do you insist on participating this year? With your qualifications, you should be a judge."
Lin Feng did not speak, and Lin Luo continued: "Although you didn't get any good results in the literary society before, it's a bit regretful, but when it comes to your qualifications, you should give in a little bit, otherwise it will be easier for our younger generations to get ahead. "
Lin Feng pursed his lips, and then said: "Have I not given up to you yet? Do you want to ask Shen Qingfeng to give up to you? "
Lin Luo Yang raised his head: "It's boring to talk about Teacher Shen. Oh, by the way, I will be the next one, and they should be grading it now."
Lin Feng said with a hint of sarcasm: "Then I wish you the best Let’s get a satisfactory result.”
“Oh, thank you Mr. Lin. My score is just a little higher than Mr. Lin’s, but it doesn’t have to be much higher.”
Lin Feng secretly clenched his fists. He silently recited, Zhongshan wolf, Zhongshan wolf, will run rampant when it succeeds.
No matter how powerful the wolf is, it will be killed by the hunter, but he really doesn’t have the confidence to kill this wolf now. Because he raised this wolf himself, he was so fat and strong that even he could hardly deal with it.
Lin Luo clapped her hands and sighed: "It's so hard, I wish we could give out the ratings as soon as possible. If you want to see the Xihe Double Jade, you can only see one."
Lin Feng's eyes moved to the stage. On the stage, Chen Qingluo put her hands on her legs and sat there neatly, looking very quiet.
He suddenly thought, who knows when, he will be able to sit on that stage with all his glory?
…
"Forget it, Prince Xu Ai can sit wherever he wants. Maybe it's because he boarded the "Yangtze River" that he has a personal relationship with her?" Song Yinglian said.
“It may be that he was able to appear in "Yangtze River" because he had a personal relationship with someone else." Guo Ranran said secretly.
Diao Yiwen fiddled with her hair, not speculating on others like them, nor was she interested in speculating on others. She was here to receive the award today, that's all, she had no energy to spend on other people.
The commotion caused by Wang Zixu running to the first three rows only lasted for a short while and quickly subsided. Their unit was originally a marginal unit. Although they could sit in the infield, they could only sit relatively far away from the stage.
As the saying goes, out of sight, out of mind, if you can't see Wang Zixu's movements, there will naturally be nothing to discuss. But the back and forth between the two allowed Zhang Cannian next to him to capture a different kind of information.
"Have you ever seen "The Yangtze River" when you went to the newsstand before? Did you really climb it?"
As for the question of the old comrades, it is not good either. Guo Ranran replied cautiously: "I saw it."
"Did you really board the "Yangtze River"?"
"Well..."
Gou Yingbiao turned to look at them, frowning, a little upset. Originally, Wang Zixu was not shortlisted and was already in a stable situation of being eliminated. Just because of "Yangtze River", things may have changed again. Now he is very annoyed and does not want to hear this topic.
Zhang Cangnian said: "Which edition of "Yangtze River" did Wang Zixu appear in? Is it more? Is it just a small tofu cube, or is it a long article? I have a relative who said that most newcomers can only publish a small bean when they publish articles. ”
Guo Ranran said: “I didn’t look carefully at that time, but there was only one copy of “Yangtze River” left on the shelf, and it was bought by Wang Zixu. Xiao Diao later found another copy and she bought it. ”
Diao Yiwen opened her handbag, took out the magazine with interest, and handed it to Zhang Cannian. Zhang Cannian flipped it over, laughed, and said: "This is still the front page headline!" p> "But his article is placed first, which is quite impressive!"
Zhang Cannian flipped through the pages and reached the end of the novel, saying: "Look, there is an editor's note here, saying that this novel is the best newcomer's work that has been received recently."
"Let me take a look."
Xu Shichao took the magazine, studied it carefully, and said: "It seems to be true. The editor of the magazine even gave a special review. He didn't give a review to the other novels, but his."
Sister Hu was eating melon seeds on the side and said: "Xiao Wang has been writing for so many years, and he writes when he has free time at work. I think he works very hard. He persisted for so long and was able to publish it. It's normal. "
Zhang Cannian sighed: "I didn't expect that there was a writer around us. It feels so amazing."
Xu Shichao smiled and returned the magazine to Diao Yiwen and said, "Yeah, I'll ask him for his signature earlier. Maybe it will be valuable in the future."
Gou Yingbiao finally couldn't listen anymore and said: "That's enough, that's enough. Isn't it a very honorable thing to write novels during working hours?"
When Director Gou spoke, everyone suddenly did not dare to speak anymore.
Gou Yingbiao went on to say: "In addition, you also said that after so many years of writing, I published a manuscript and was given a consolation prize. What's there to brag about? You can even write it. You guys are so naughty. Young, he was shortlisted for the third round as soon as he wrote it. What about Wang Zixu? He didn’t make it even though he was shortlisted.” After saying that, he muttered: “Watch the show quietly and don’t discuss it anymore.”
After Director Gou finished speaking, the atmosphere fell into a dull mood. Song Yinglian said as if he were playing tricks: "Then I have to find Xiao Diao to sign his autograph quickly. The return on investment will definitely be greater in the future!"
Guo Ranran said with a smile: "If Xiao Diao really becomes a great writer in the future, won't he? Did she give you an autograph? She will definitely remember us old friends, right?" Diao Yiwen said shyly, "That's natural." Song Yinglian felt warm in her heart and couldn't help but smile at Diao Yiwen.
After a short burst of sound came from the speaker, it quickly returned to normal. The stage that had been adjusted for a long time finally began to function. On the stage, the host finally began to interview Chen Qingluo, who had been sitting bored for ten minutes. Intermittent sounds came from the speaker.
“…Today… I am honored to have… the guest… Miss Chen Qingluo.”
Everyone’s eyes were focused on the stage. Chen Qingluo was holding the microphone in her hand, and the stage lights above her head were down, illuminating her like an exquisite doll.
After the sound returned to normal, Chen Qingluo raised the microphone:
"Give you a chance to ask the question again. Maybe you didn't hear it just now. But needless to say the opening remarks, it's quite painful for the ears."
The host with heavy makeup on the stage smiled awkwardly , said: "Miss Chen Qingluo is always so straightforward and sharp, just like her writing style."
Chen Qingluo said: "Sharp? Pretend."
There was a burst of laughter from the audience.
The host was sweating on her forehead. Fortunately, Chen Qingluo did not provide her with many opportunities to save the situation, and continued:
"Many people say that the writing is like the person, but it is actually false. Most of the writers I have met are not as good as the people, and some are not as good as the people. At least for myself, my writing style is very different from my person. But standing on the stage and in front of the camera, I must I need to give everyone an explanation, otherwise the readers may be disappointed."
The host said: "Teacher Chen Qingluo is very honest."
The audience burst into laughter again.
Chen Qingluo said: "You must be honest. Honesty is one of the most valuable qualities of a writer."
The host said: "Teacher Chen, what do you think is the most important ability of a writer?"
Chen Qingluo said: "Lie."
The people in the audience who responded quickly burst into laughter.
The host turned pale: "But didn't you just say that the most valuable quality is honesty?"
Chen Qingluo said expressionlessly: "So I say that the most important ability of a writer is lying."
The audience burst into laughter.
The tall Ye Lan had just stepped onto the steps of the square, still walking steadily in Valentino's high heels. Hearing the interview from the distant speakers, Ye Lan was amused:
"Oh my god, I like her. She talks so much. Are all writers so interesting?"
Zuo Ziliang beside her said: "Who gave you the illusion that writers are not interesting?"
"Zixu." Ye Lan replied instantly.
Zuo Ziliang said: "Wang Zixu will be sad when he hears what you said."
Ye Lan said: "However, he is still a little prince at the same time, I think. I think it's actually very interesting."
Zuo Ziliang looked around cautiously: "Don't talk about this outside."
Ye Lan covered her mouth. She also realized that she shouldn't have said this casually just now.
As the reputation of the little prince becomes more and more famous (it will become even more important in the foreseeable future), the true identity of Wang Zixu needs to be kept secret more and more.
On the stage, the host said: "Actually, I want to ask you, Teacher Chen, as a Xihe person, what is your impression of Xihe?"
Chen Qingluo said: "The duck blood powder in Xihe is more delicious than that in Donghai."
p>
The audience was almost tired of laughing, and someone shouted "I agree!" The host pursed his lips and smiled and said: "It depends on the opinion, we also have a lot of tourists from the East China Sea at this cultural conference. But does Teacher Chen only have duck blood fans in his impression of Xihe?"
She secretly winked at Chen Qingluo, hoping to get her to get the topic on the right track. In fact, there was a script for this interview, which was ultimately to highlight the theme of Xihe Cultural Tourism. The question she just asked was a key question, and Chen Qingluo had to answer it correctly. However, Chen Qingluo sat on the stage for ten minutes and was in a daze for ten minutes, and she had completely forgotten about the script. She just felt a little hungry.
Chen Qingluo raised her face and opened her mouth slightly, showing an expression of serious thought. She looked a little cute at this time. After a while, she gave an answer that the host found completely unlovable:
“Only fans with duck blood.”
Amidst the loud laughter in the audience and the twinkling eyes of the host, Chen Qingluo's eyes became confused. She changed her words temporarily and said into the microphone:
"Actually, there are more than duck blood fans. There is also one person."
(End of this chapter)