Chapter 238 Bad Girl’s Prank
“I like you! Can’t you tell? I’ve made it so obvious that I like you!”
Wang Zixu’s face was blank, as if he didn’t understand what she was saying at all, so An Younan became even more angry.
"Did you hear that? I've said this, should you have some reaction? Or are you so hard-hearted that you plan to continue pretending not to know?"
It took a long time for Wang Zixu to take a breath: "No, I just didn't expect this to be the reason."
An Younan said angrily: "If it weren't for this reason, why do you think there is any other reason for me to spend so much time playing with you? Is the little prince so great?"
Wang Zixu still looked confused, like an actor who has been unable to get into the role. One second he was acting in a stage play about bitterness and hatred, and the next second he became the protagonist of a bloody romance drama.
He really didn’t expect it.
He thought it might be the bad girl’s prank, or Caiyuan’s unique hobby, or An Younan’s weird personality, so she kept pestering him.
The only reason he never thought about was "she likes him".
Because...she obviously has no reason to like him.
Wang Zixu said: "I feel that I am thirty years old, have mediocre abilities, have been married, have no status, and am still poor. I have to rack my brains to even publish a book.
"The only thing that can interest you is the identity of the little prince. And the identity of the little prince is nothing special. I really can't figure out why you like me. ”
An Younan was suddenly very angry, raised his fist and punched him in the chest several times:
"Idiot! The little prince is amazing! You are a love saint with tens of millions of popularity on the Internet. I have been looking for you, but you suddenly ran to me to make me happy. Do you know how powerful this is for a twenty-year-old girl? Why don't I Can I like you? ”
…
The maid in cheongsam brought a soft chair, which was covered with brocade and embroidery and looked very grand. Chen Qingluo thanked her and sat on it.
After the maid left, she quietly took off her shoes, leaned over and rubbed her ankles.
She was still at the Guxuan Reading Salon. The turmoil caused by Wang Zixu just now gradually subsided after the person involved ran away, leaving only the rhyme lingering.
With Wang Zixu gone, the reporters couldn’t catch up with him, so they had to do the next best thing and go to interview Zhuang Die.
Zhuang Die originally planned to take this opportunity to regain his respect and restore the situation in front of his friends in the media. At least he would use his own perspective to deconstruct the battle just now and make it into a tone of "the other party is okay and he didn't lose." In short, it is also a way to win learning.
I didn’t expect that the reporter from the local TV station was better than I thought. He was a professional and sharp-tongued. He could only ask Zhuang Die in a few words and stumbled over whether he could come to the stage. Zhuang Die was pulled away by Meng Xin who saw that the situation was not good and did not dare to be interviewed again.
Now there are no large-scale gathering groups. The salon has returned to normal. Writers in twos and threes form small groups and gather together to discuss in low voices.
If you delve deeper into the topics of these groups, you will find that all of them are still talking about Wang Zixu.
At the discussion just now, there were quite a few authors who were falsely named or criticized by the prince. When everyone chatted in private, they naturally complained about this person, and everyone else should also agree.
But the world always admires the strong. From the perspective of an outsider, no matter how Wang Zixu offends people, he has traffic. Therefore, the comfort given to those writers who express resentment is mostly casual and perfunctory.
Whatever the winner does will be interpreted by others, and whatever the loser says is just making excuses.
Speaking of which, Chen Qingluo’s ankle can be regarded as the aftermath of this incident.
As soon as the seminar ended, Chen Qingluo went downstairs and rushed to the center of the venue, wanting to see him. However, Wang Zixu was picked up by An Younan. The two walked side by side quickly and were out the door in a flash.
When she chased her to the door, she saw the two of them getting into the car together and driving away. In a daze, she sprained her foot on the doorstep.
She is still not very good at walking in high heels.
“Ms. Chen.”
Chen Qingluo raised her head and saw the host of the discussion had come to her side at some point and was looking at her while rubbing her hands with a smile on her face.
“Ms. Chen, we will have a ‘Rising Star Author’ award later. Can you be our notary?”
Chen Qingluo said: "I don't understand anything."
The host quickly said: "This has no technical content. We just score and you can supervise."
Chen Qingluo said: "Just sit there."
" ...It can be understood that way. "
Chen Qingluo asked: "You won't cheat, right?"
The host smiled: "This is what you need to pay attention to."
Chen Qingluo agreed, stood up, put on the high heels with her toes, and followed the host with her legs.
“This selection is based on the comprehensive performance of writers over the past year, and one of the awards is also combined with public voting.
“Because you were the ‘Best of the Year’ author last year and did not participate in this year’s selection, we ask you to notarize it. "
The host walked all the way and introduced Chen Qingluo. The two walked to the preparation room. Chen Qingluo was arranged to sit in a corner, and someone offered tea.
Chen Qingluo drank tea and admired the busy scene of the staff in the preparation room, feeling that she was a bit dispensable.
It is said to be scoring and counting, but now it is a paperless office, and all the data is in the computer. Chen Qingluo couldn't quite understand, so she could only stare at those people with dark eyes, trying to put psychological pressure on them.
After finishing their work, the staff lined up in front of her. The leader held the roster and read out in front of her:
"The results of the Guxuan Salon Star Writers Selection in 2024 are as follows:
"The best author of the year, Gu Zao. Experts scored 96 points, the public scored 85 points, and the overall score was 7 points. ”
Chen Qingluo nodded, this result is reasonable.
Besides her, the most powerful contender for this year’s top prize is Gu Zao.
If Wang Zixu's "Fire in the Stone" was published, it seemed that he could compete for this award, but unfortunately not. Apart from Gu Zao, there seemed to be no other candidates.
“Rising Star Writer of the Year, Shi Shuqiu. The experts scored 84 points, the public scored 99 points, and the overall score was 5 points.”
Chen Qingluo frowned.
“Let me ask, what are the selection criteria for this rising star writer?”
The announcer put down the list and politely said: “Rising star writers must be under 25 years old and publish their works for the first time.”
"Oh, then who are the other candidates?"
"There are not many candidates this time. Apart from Shi Shuqiu, there are only Zhang Huaifang and Li Yan..."
Chen Qingluo listened to a few names and nodded. In fact, she had never heard of these people's names.
Although she is not very satisfied with the selection of this award, as a notary and not a judge, she cannot overturn the result that has been formed.
And among this group of candidates, Shi Shuqiu is indeed the only one who is familiar. So she didn't have any objections.
“Next is the ‘Most Charming Writer’ award,” the announcer continued after seeing that she had no objection.
"'The Most Charming Writer' Wang Zixu, received 1,375,281 votes from the public. Ranked first."
"Pfft!" Chen Qingluo spit out a sip of tea.
…
“I really don’t have any charm.”
Wang Zixu exhaled. After saying this, he felt not only inferior to himself, but also embarrassed.
Love Saint? He didn't know when he got the name. Even if it was, it was disguised by him using the mask of the little prince. He always felt that it had nothing to do with him.
But An Younan didn't seem to agree. She held his face between her hands and rubbed him into the shape of a hairtail:
"Be more cautious, I don't want the person I like to be a fool without confidence."
"Isn't calling him a fool a bit too much?"
< br>“You can’t even discover your own charm, what are you if you’re not a fool?”
An Younan raised his face and said, “I’ve already thought about it, we can meet in private. As long as we don’t appear together in public, my mother won’t know.
"And even if she knew about it, she wouldn't dare to tell it. She must think it is a scandal, and she will help us cover it up. We can date secretly, which is actually quite exciting to think about..."
Wang Zixu interrupted her fantasy: "You are not still thinking about falling in love, are you?"
An Younan glared at him: "I just wanted to talk about this. Come to the car.”
“Liar.” She said,
“Didn’t you say that writers should be sincere? Say, if it hadn’t happened today, you would have absolutely, never fallen in love with me? ”
“I said, I’m already married”
"I'm asking about your feelings, why did you change the subject? You feel guilty."
"No," Wang Zixu said, "For you, your feelings and mood may be more important, but for me, the most important thing in life is responsibility."
An Younan still sneered: "So, you just have a wife, so You will definitely not like me, right? ”
“It can be understood that way”
“Then you say, if Chen Qingluo does the same. If she says she likes you, will you agree to her? ”
Wang Zixu was stunned for half a second, and it was this half second that gave An Younan the chance to point at him and say:
"Look! You hesitated! What nonsense responsibility, you just don't want to face reality!"
Wang Zixu suddenly felt panicked, not only for his half-second of hesitation, but also because An Younan would actually mention Chen Qingluo's name at this time.
Could it be that his thoughts have been so obvious?
If even An Younan can see his thoughts, what qualifications does he have to say that he has a clear conscience?
“I know what you are thinking now,” An Younan said, “You are thinking, ‘How does she know that I have a crush on Chen Qingluo? Is she a god?’ Hum, yes, I am a god.”
She straightened up, held his shoulders and said: "Look, you have already cheated on me, at least once or twice, and maybe after a period of dating, your wife will divorce you. If you reject me now, you may regret it in the future."
Wang Zixu sighed.
"I just don't want you to regret wasting your time on me when you think about me in the future. You are just impulsive. After the hormone levels subside, you will be tired and use your past feelings to temper your current feelings. Instead of seeing each other until the time comes, it is better to forget each other."
"Huh, you are speaking like an old man."
An Younan sneered: "What kind of love is not an impulse? Human life is short, why should we use eternity as an excuse to obliterate our current wishes?"
"It is precisely because life is short that humans pursue eternity."
"Even if you pursue eternity, Pursuing eternity, a thrilling first love that can be cherished for a lifetime is my eternity. "
"Literature." "Literature." "Literature."
"Literature.
“Huh.”
An Younan raised her hair: "Have you really thought of yourself as a knight of literature? Even if you are a knight of literature, you still need love, sex, and food and sleep, right?"
Wang Zixu said: "It's not that I don't eat the grains of the world, nor do I Literary writers have become saints of integrity. After reading so many books and meeting so many people, I have also realized that no matter how high their status is, people are all flesh and blood and have desires, and some people’s desires are even much stronger than ordinary people.
“What I care about is the knot in the heart. "
"Heart knot? "An Younan repeated what he said.
"Heart knot." Wang Zixu said, "My writing method is experiential. Emotions will affect the words. If there are mental stains, there will be knots in the mind, and I will hesitate to write.
"I don't want to think of things that make me feel guilty when I write about my sister, family, and family relationships in the future. I don’t have as strong a subjectivity as you, and reflection will make me unable to write. "
An Younan stared at him condescendingly for a long time, turned over and got off him, and returned to the co-pilot.
"Let's go. "
"Huh? "The prince looked at her in vain.
"Let's go." An Younan said, "If you leave, we will say goodbye forever. When you walk out of this door, we will never meet again in this life."
Wang Zixu sat in the car in silence for a while, and the heavy air floated between the two.
In the end, before An Younan regretted it, Wang Zixu opened the car door.
“I’m really sorry that your sister is a woman like me and has polluted your life experience.” An Younan said quietly in the car.
“No.” Wang Zixu walked out.
Before closing the car door, he turned back and said, "I'm very happy to meet you. In fact, when I learned that I have a sister, and that this sister is an outstanding person like you, I was actually very happy. It made me feel less lonely in this world."
After saying that, Wang Zixu closed the car door.
In the luxury car built with hundreds of thousands of dollars, An Younan burst into tears through the dark window coating.
Follow the path out of the villa area, pass through the hills shaded by green plants, and walk two hundred meters to the Binjiang Avenue. There are no cars here, and it is seven or eight kilometers away from the city center. Wang Zixu actually forgot to call a taxi.
In fact, he is very confused now. What happened today had as much impact on him as it did on An Younan. The unintentional solution to An Younan helped him get through the stress period.
After breaking up with An Younan, a sense of sadness came over again, and I felt depressed.
He turned a corner and saw a man in a yellow suit. He stretched out his hand and said hello, as if he had been waiting for him and motioned for him to pass.