Before we knew it, there were already people standing around, and it was dark. It felt like the whole hotel was coming, but the scene was still strangely quiet.

Wang Zixu suddenly looked up and saw that the second floor VIP seats that were empty just now were all full at this time, and they all looked down at him.

He felt extremely stressed.

"...Thank you, I'll finish my speech." The last speaker finally finished. He handed over the microphone and Wang Zixu took it to his hand. It was warm and uncomfortable.

He moved his hand down and held the cold part below.

"So, what is the character of the Literary Knight?" asked Sartre, "Do you kill these people one by one with a rifle?"

The little prince gave him a blank look: "You are talking about the hero of Liangshan."

The two got into chatting.

"I'm a metaphor," said Sartre, "what I mean is actually a literary gun."

"Literature has no guns," said the little prince. "Something Zhuang Die said makes sense. Literature is like music, and only soulmates can understand it. It is not a powerful person, and cannot point to others and convince others."

Sartre said: "Then according to your wishes, there is no way to win this game."

"Literature does not exist to win," said the little prince. "Sholokhov didn't win either. He would question him all his life. He raised the table at the seminar and scolded Shi Tonghe like that, but he didn't see him."

"...Ahem." For a moment, Wang Zixu's brain was a little blank and he cleared his throat.

"Teacher Wang Zixu, it's time for you to speak." The host reminded.

"Almost half of the people just said that they were ashamed to be with a peer. I think you might as well be more frank. The peer you are talking about is me, right?"

There was a burst of laughter on the scene.

Chen Qingluo sat in the lounge, her eyelids slightly raised and slowly lowered them.

The front desk couldn't stand any longer, so he walked out to the second floor to watch with his high heels.

Wang Zixu said: "Someone told me that sincerity and kindness are the most precious qualities of a writer. I have always believed this.

"I have always been a sincere person. I say one, and say two. When I see someone's expression of contempt on her face, she seems to be whispering in her heart, thinking that I am exonerating myself.

"Sorry, this is not an excuse. I am just stating a fact. Maybe she didn't think so in her heart, but I thought so. This is what I meant by sincerity.

"Everyone said he was unwilling to be with a peer. He spoke very well and had a great eloquence. But I think this is not sincere. If you say sincerely, just name it directly.

"Everyone said, I'm taking responsibility. Next, I'll say it more sincerely. Please take responsibility for it:

“What I want to say is that you are very good.
Chapter completed!