"Xiao Tang, how do you speak?"

A strong man with thick eyebrows and big eyes excitedly grabbed Zhang Chu's arm and said, "Student Zhang Chu joins our literary club and is simply a brilliant future. I am Zhao Kui, the president of the literary club. I sincerely welcome you."

The president in front of him looked like he was from the Sports Academy, and his passionate and sincere appearance made Zhang Chu feel a little relieved.

He replied: "I heard that this is the best literary club in Yanda, so I joined. President Zhao, after entering the club, ordinary members should not have compulsory activities, right?"

"I'm afraid our temple can't accommodate a big Buddha like you." Tang Wanli muttered, regardless of the feelings of the people around him.

"President Tang, you should be careful when you speak." A boy wearing glasses pulled Tang Wanli's clothes from behind, and then whispered.

When Tang Wanli turned his head, he cursed at the boy, "I want you to care about what I say, what are you?"

The people around were no longer surprised by this scene. Zhao Kui photographed the boy who was scolded and comforted him and said, "Liu Hui, go ahead and send the flyer."

Zhang Chu, for some reason, was so arrogant that this man named Tang Wanli was picky about him and even threw anger on his members.

Zhao Kui changed his face quickly, "I'm sorry, I'll make you laugh. Lao Tang is just joking. Our club has always been relatively relaxed and free. But I'm going to retire this year. Maybe you can try to enter the organization department of our club, so that you have a greater chance of becoming the president."

"Not needed for the time being. I may be busy writing new books recently and don't have much time to pay attention to the community."

Zhang Chu had already played clubs in his previous life, and he only spent his entire life on credits.

"That's a pity, but there will be opportunities in the future."

After paying the 20 yuan club fee, Zhang Chu officially became a member of the "our" literary club, even if it had a very unreliable vice president.

Lin Tu sent Zhang Chu to the side of the booth, and she whispered: "President Tang didn't target you on purpose just now. He is usually such a person. Maybe he was studying early, and the whole world revolved around him alone. If he got angry if he was a little unhappy, everyone would treat him as a child."

Now Zhang Chu was puzzled. He suddenly became interested in this bad-tempered guy. "Then how did he come from the vice president?"

The president should have someone with outstanding abilities and high emotional intelligence, but people like Tang Wanli are simply worried about their emotional intelligence.

"President Tang has a very good writing style. He was the first prize in the Yanda Peiwen Cup Creative Writing Competition last year. He was directly recommended to Yanda University. He has also participated in the New Concept Essay Competition and has won the award."

It seems that the man wanted to learn from the wise men's talent, but unfortunately he didn't even learn the skin.

Even if he has some talent, his emotional intelligence is outrageously low. If he really socializes literature in Tang Wanli, he may really come to an end.

Zhang Chu shook his head and cleared the person out of his mind, "Anyway, I just pay the social fee, so I shouldn't have much contact with him."

After saying goodbye to Senior Sister Lin, he slowly wandered to the exit of the triangle. At this time, the friends were already waiting aside excitedly.

"Did you all join the club?"

An Mi asked excitedly, although there was no food club, the animation club was very fond of the boy on B station.

Yang Ling nodded and said as he walked, "I added, I hope the club is more fun. What about you, Zhang Chu?"

“I also joined the Literary Society.”

...

After dinner together, Zhang Chu walked towards the rented house outside the school, while the rest returned to the dormitory to prepare for a nap. They had classes only after three o'clock in the afternoon.

There are all the figures of seniors riding bicycles at lightning speeds around, and Zhang Chu also plans to buy one, which will greatly shorten the time for renting a house from the school and save a lot of time.

The conflicts in the club just now were just a small episode. If Tang Wanli had the same virtue in society in the future, he would probably have been taught to be a human being by reality.

Zhang Chu threw his backpack on the sofa, and then went to the window to open it, then opened a bottle of mineral water and sat in front of the computer desk.

After being a student party, there is no whole day to write works except weekends, and the time is fragmented.

This is definitely not used to ordinary writers. After all, when you have inspiration, you want to write it out in one go.

Fortunately, Zhang Chu has advantages that no one else can reach. The things he wrote are directly in his mind. He can be mobilized at any time by spending a little reputation.

Although some of the content will be modified, there will be no inspiration. I have never heard of any text porter.

What he has to do now is to finish off his previous old book and start writing his own new book.

Currently, "Detective Sherlock" and "Psychological Crime" have sold quite well, and the only ones that are still serialized online are "Journey to the West" Diary.

Nanhai Publishing Company has decided to publish Zhang Chu's hilarious novel, just waiting for him to hand over the full text for proofreading and submit the application number.

"Journey to the West" is very popular on the Internet. Every time Zhang Chu updates the diary content of his day, netizens can burst into tears, and laughter and tears are mixed together, challenging their emotions.

His hands started to typing on the keyboard, and the monkey committed suicide. Tang Monk and Zhu Bajie and others came to Lingshan, but he gave up the opportunity to become a Buddha.

The ending looks quite heavy. It is obviously a mythical novel, but it has a realistic darkness. Fortunately, Zhang Chu added a "Monkey Diary" in the postscript, which can barely solve the puzzle.

In Sun Houzi's diary, the first few thousand days were blank. It was not until he met Tang Monk and the White Bone Demon that he had words and colors.

Regaining freedom but forgetting who he is, Sun Houzi met someone who told him not to write a diary in the future.

After officially typing the three words in the whole book, Zhang Chu was a little sighing. Even if the book came to an end, the English version of "Detective Sherlock" he translated himself had already completed.

Without any book in hand, he naturally considered the subject matter of the new book. Now that he entered Yenching University, he was more considering his influence in the literary world.

Although the three novels he wrote before belong to the category of literature, they have no professional influence, and are even worse than the few poems he wrote.

At least the poems have splashed a lot of water in the poetry world and have been recognized by professionals.

“What are you writing new?”
Chapter completed!