Chapter 144 Futurism
Wang Zixu was in awe after listening, but when he walked into the auditorium, he did not find the conspicuous green-haired figure. It is expected that with the poet's character, she should not only "dare to let go" and miss the opportunity to see Yanzi Mountain with her own eyes, but she might even not care at all.
“Have you seen Zhao Peilin?”
“No.” Xu Rongrong was still looking at her when she spoke.
Wang Zixu said: "Let's find a seat first. He may not have arrived yet."
He found an empty seat and was about to move his butt up when the girl next to him held down the seat: "Sorry, there is someone here."
There was a girl at the end of this row of seats waving to this side: "Rongrong, come here, I'll take a seat for you!"
Xu Rongrong asked: "How many have you taken?"
"Just one."
Faced with Xu Rongrong's slightly apologetic look, Wang Zixu said, "Go ahead. I'll find a seat."
As a result, all the empty seats he found were "occupied." The students touched the empty seats one by one and said there was someone, which was a bit like Chinese horror. In literature, it is magic realism, but in fact it is futurism. The "someone" these people said was in the future tense. There will be someone here in the future, so you can't sit now.
But Wang Zixu couldn't help but murmur in his heart, wouldn't it be a bit immoral to kill the current officials with the sword of the future? Especially when you look around, the seats in this auditorium are sparse, but everyone is occupied.
They are all future warriors.
When he found the last row, he saw familiar faces: the three girls who led him were sitting in the last row in the same order, and they were also stunned when they saw him.
The girl in polka-dot clothes pursed her plump lips: "Are you here too? No wonder it's hard to find a seat, even non-NTU students came in to listen."
The prince humbly said that you are a bit of a hillbilly, but he didn't say anything, he just pointed to the seat next to her and asked: "Is there anyone there?"
"There are people. We are occupying them for classmates."
The girl with long eyelashes said first: "You go and sit in the first row. We have asked this before, and they are basically reserved for others."
Wang Zixu said: "Isn't the first row reserved for leaders?"
"No, no, it's just that people simply don't like to sit in the front row."
Wang Zixu recalled that when he was in high school, the one who was famous for his acrimonious class teacher's favorite saying was: Look at you, every time you go to the auditorium to find a seat, you like to sit in the back. I tell you, students from prestigious schools rush to sit in the front row, and the front row of college classes is never empty...
He sat on the edge of the first row with a slightly depressed look. He felt that the lights on the stage were warmer than those at the back, and he started to feel sleepy after a while.
A boy in a casual suit who looked quite yuppie walked in swaggeringly, raised his buttocks and sat down next to Wang Zixu. He only glanced at the tired-looking Wang Zixu and then looked away.
The prince squinted his eyes and had a bad impression of boys, which reminded him of the classic comment in ancient photo books: "The sinews do not bind the bones, the pulses do not bind the flesh"... Fortunately, he did not know that this boy was Shi Shuqiu, who had just changed clothes.
Shi Shuqiu attaches great importance to appearance. He changes into his football uniform when he goes to the playground and his suit when he goes to the auditorium. He is not sloppy at all. This is one of his secrets to win the favor of many girls. Seeing him sitting down next to Wang Zixu, a buzzing sound swept the entire venue.
“Did you see it?”
“Yes.”
“Have you heard about Lu Qingxuan’s incident?”
"Well. Shi Shuqiu won't fight with this person, right?"
"It seems like they don't know each other."
The girls in the back row exchanged glances and spoke very concisely. People who are not familiar with the background will be confused.
Every class has a secret radio-like existence. This existence will spread various secrets and legends to the whole class at a fixed frequency as quickly as possible. The girls in the last row are like this. Their opinions and perspectives on issues will greatly influence public opinion.
Wang Zixu, an outsider, obviously does not understand the ecology. If he has the habit of writing a diary, he will only summarize his speech after returning home today: Today I met an old friend, the poet, her name was Du Kezhu; today I met a new friend Lu Qingxuan.
What he didn’t know was that Du Kezhu and Lu Qingxuan were not as single-faced as he had seen in the field of public opinion. After processing by the secret radio station, Lu Qingxuan, Du Kezhu, Shi Shuqiu and a series of other influential figures all had extremely vivid and exciting entanglements.
In the eyes of the radio station, Wang Zixu, this sudden big head, is a disruptive person. Unfortunately, he is too old. If he was still in his prime and participated in this polyamorous relationship, it would probably make the secret radio station more excited and have more interesting levels.
The girl in polka-dot clothes posted an editorial: "Don't worry, let's have fun. As long as Shi Shuqiu finds out his identity, there will be a good show."
It can't be said that she was a little gloating about the misfortune, but unfortunately they waited for a long time, and the fun they expected did not happen. Wang Zixu was already playing with his mobile phone.
Ning Chunyan said that she would ask the little prince to take action. When he said this, his expression was serious and his eyes were firm. But on Wang Zixu's mobile phone, she does everything she can to act coquettish and cute. On the contrary, Wang Zixu felt that agreeing to her easily was too cheap for her, so he teased her as an electronic pet.
The buzzer in the auditorium gradually decreased. Wang Zixu glanced around and put away his phone. The boy in a suit beside him coughed lightly and stood up.
Yanzi Mountain is here.
This person seemed to walk into the auditorium carrying prestige. The crowd felt the majestic momentum he carried, and the response was very strong. Yan Zishan strode in, looked down, and suddenly stopped.
The person behind asked: "Teacher Yan, what's wrong?"
Yan Zishan’s eyes behind his sunglasses looked around Wang Zixu and said softly: “It’s nothing.”
He nodded at Wang Zixu.
Wang Zixu thought about what he asked Diao Yiwen to take him, that rather mysterious "go to the East China Sea".
How about it? Now I'm here.
He also nodded back to him.
Shi Shuqiu became restless, rubbing his hands on his knees, his eyes were very eager, and his lips opened as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he did not make a sound. He took Yan Zishan's nod as greeting him.
Before the interview started, Wang Zixu took out his mobile phone, and Lin Feng sent a message:
"It's done."
Then, the other party sent another message: "How are you doing there? Are you going to Yanzi Mountain to sign autographs?"
Wang Zixu took a photo facing the stage, and then sent a message: "A symposium is being held."
"After listening, tell me what was discussed. I can't make it, what a pity!"
Wang Zixu said: "Okay."
Then he regretted it. Yanzishan's forum was mainly aimed at students, and several sessions were filled with students' questions and interactions. They all talked about relatively shallow topics, which were completely unsatisfactory for him. After only ten minutes, he fell asleep again.
(End of this chapter)