Wang Zixu looked at the tall, short, fat and colorful guys standing in front of him, standing in this deserted, industrial and cold concrete place, shining brightly, like fireflies in the dark night. He was so shocked that he was speechless and choked for a moment.

The pink-haired girl poet kept chewing gum, and the "squeaking" sound echoed in the middle of the concrete wall. No one spoke. Everyone was so focused that they even stared at Wang Zixu affectionately, expecting him to give orders.

Wang Zixu cleared his throat and summoned the little prince deep in his heart to take over the situation, but he still got no response. After several attempts to no avail, he could only say dryly:

"Well, let's introduce yourselves first."

The tall Sakura-chan asked: "Who should start first?"

Wang Zixu said: "Whoever is ready first should speak first."

After speaking, he added: "You can talk about your education, experience, reading volume, and creative achievements. You can also talk about your personality and show it in all aspects. Try to be as detailed as possible. You can think of this as...

…interview."

Everyone looked at each other, and finally a boy with short hair took a step forward:

"I'm embarrassed to say it, so I'll give it a try. I'm a lost believer, you can call me a believer... By the way, do you want to say your real name?"

Wang Zixu shook his head: "We don't use real names here."

"Oh." The believer continued, "I am a senior student in the Finance Department, and I used to be the editor of our school newspaper."

"Finance." The poet next to him repeated while chewing gum, "Is it the local one? Is it right or wrong?"

The believer said: "No, our school is 211."

"Oh, you, a student from 211, want to be a speech therapist?"

The believer was a little embarrassed: "Isn't this just to make some extra money? The main reason is that my strength does not allow me not to come. I am always in the top ten of the daily sales list, and I am the same as Sakura-chan. You know the poet, right?"

The sturdy Sakura-chan smiled and said, "Yes, yesterday he was seventh and I was eighth. We rarely fall out of the top ten."

The two high-fived each other in the air.

The poet said: "I haven't paid attention to anyone other than the top three for a long time."

"I'm shaking with anger. You were in third place yesterday, right? You put it on me."

"You are the first three bullying us!"

Wang Zixu felt the need to bring the topic back and asked: "Believers, how much do you read?"

The believer said: "The amount of reading is not bad, I guess there are thousands of books, but most of them are online."

Wang Zixu asked: "Have you read Tolstoy's books?"

The believer shakes his head.

Wang Zixu said: "Okay, I know your level. The next one."

The believer said: "Let me ask, how do we describe our reading volume? Do we say the number of words?"

Wang Zixu pointed to the bookshelf next to him and said, "You can look at the books on the shelf and count how many you have read."

The believer says, “What if the book I’m reading isn’t on the shelf?”

Wang Zixu shook his head: "That means it is of little use."

"..."

The powerful Sakura-chan said: "Let me tell you, I am a graduate student in the Literature Department of Jiangxi University. In terms of my creative experience, in addition to speech therapy, I have written more papers. In terms of reading volume, this bookshelf has

I just took a look at the books, and I have read 70% of them, and I have heard of the rest. By the way, Jiangsu University is 985."

After he finished speaking, Wang Zixu felt that he was a little shorter. But the good news was that he found that the believer was also a little shorter, so he felt a little relieved.

The poet chewed gum and said: "Are you a 985 graduate student to write the script?"

The proud Sakura-chan said: "What's wrong with script writing? There are not many jobs like this that can both make money and give you satisfaction! In other words, there is no such thing!"

The poet said: "You can be a Cowherd."

The tall and thick Sakura-chan said, "You think I haven't tried it?"

"ah?"

"It's really easy to get caught offline. If you get caught, everything will be ruined. I still plan to stay in school."

The believer said: "Are you a graduate student? You are not a sports student, are you?"

Sakura-chan, who was made of copper and iron, turned to look at him: "Have you ever seen any sports student running to take the postgraduate entrance examination?"

"Su Bingtian."

"I lost to you. I think fitness is a hobby, not a job."

Wang Zixu looked at the pink-haired poet: "It's your turn."

She spoke very quickly: "I am a freshman at Nanjing University. My pen names are Leng Ye Changfeng, Qu Shuixiu, Murong Ying, Fei Tianzi... Well, that's about it, and there may be some small platforms.

Yes, I can’t remember.”

Everyone nearby took out their mobile phones and started checking. The believer was the first to shout: "I'm going! Big V with 100,000 followers!"

Sakura-chan said: "Who are you checking? The one I checked is not Emperor. I said it was the author of Red Sleeve Diamond. There are two books with one million words."

"I'm checking on Murong Ying. I'll go, you know? And she's also an emotional blogger."

Cheng Xing behaved quite calmly: "I have heard of the names Leng Ye Changfeng and Fei Tianzi, both of whom are well-known female online article authors. I didn't expect that they are actually the same person..."

Wang Zixu asked: "Why do you want to wear a vest?"

The poet chewed gum for a while and said, "Just do it if you want. There is no special reason."

After a pause, she added: "Because the styles of the books I want to write are different, I want to distinguish them, and I don't want to bring old readers to a new pit."

Wang Zixu nodded, and everyone else present was suffocated. After a long silence, Sakurajiang finally spoke:

"Aren't you also from 985? You were talking about us just now!"

The believer also came back to his senses: "Yes! Why do you come to write scripts when you are 985? And you are still a woman! What was your mentality when you were a speech therapist?"

The poet shook his hair: "So I was just out of curiosity. I thought I was quite bored. I didn't expect there were people who were as bored as me. I'll just ask you what you think."

"Also, from my point of view, I think you all don't understand women. In my opinion, your verbal therapy methods are quite crude. Only women know how to seduce women."

The believer and Sakura-chan are somewhat unconvinced. Those who can achieve certain results in speech therapy are somewhat arrogant in their hearts, but the poet's resume is too strong. Just talking about it casually gives them a great sense of oppression, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

Have to accept it.

People who work in literature often quarrel, and in the end, grades always speak for themselves. Facing an opponent like the poet, it's hard to make a move - she is impeccable in terms of language therapy, academic qualifications, and literature.

The talented girl is impeccable.

Wang Zixu waved his hand, indicating to skip this topic: "Next, next."

Cheng Xing spoke next, and he looked at Wang Zixu: "Do I need to hide my real name? My pen name is the same as my real name."

Wang Zixu said: "Your situation is special, so just forget it."

Cheng Xing said: "Okay, then I will introduce myself directly. My name is Cheng Xing, and I am also from Nanjing University, but I graduated a long time ago and now I am a full-time writer.

"I have published dozens of short stories in magazines such as "Novel Monthly" and "South Wind". The novel "Monk's Journey" has been published. I have won the second prize of the Sprout Award and the third prize of the Emerging Talent Award. In terms of reading volume, it is not a lot.

, I just took a glance at this bookshelf and saw half of it."

Others stared at him as if they were watching the arrival of a true god.

Only then did someone react: "Are you Teacher Cheng Xing? Are you a real person?"

"Teacher Cheng Xing, why did you come over to write the script in person?"

Cheng Xing smiled modestly: "I just admire Mr. Little Prince and want to come and meet him in person. Even if I don't make a penny in the end, it will be worth it if I can understand Mr. Little Prince's creative philosophy."

Everyone was speechless.

Wang Zixu didn't know what to say, so he turned to look at the taciturn boy at the end: "What about you?"

The timid boy said: "My name is Xiaoba... I am nothing special compared to everyone else. If I am, it is that my self-perception is that I am a fire-breathing mechanical Godzilla."

Everyone was silent.

Wang Zixu said: "I'm sorry, I didn't understand what you meant."

Xiaoba said: "That is to say, every time I write, I have the illusion that I am a Godzilla. I feel that I am ugly and ferocious, majestic and arrogant, and that I have the power to destroy everything. I am both

I hate myself like this, but I also like myself like this.

"But my emotions are too strong, I am jealous, I am fragile, I close myself off, I use iron plates to piece together my body, and use the flame of jealousy to ignite other people. Because of this, my words often hurt people. I am in

It only ranks around 30 on the daily sales list, so I don’t know why I was chosen.”

After understanding it, I realized how great it was. Xiaoba's speech was more shocking than hearing about a bunch of 985 graduate students. Everyone was silent for a long time.

Wang Zixu said: "No matter how you perceive yourself, you must first accept yourself."

"Thank you, Teacher Little Prince." Xiao Hachi said, "Actually, I feel very comfortable now. This is the first time I tell others that I am Godzilla. I have never felt so relaxed in my life. Thank you, Teacher Little Prince."

Sakura-chan said faintly: "Maybe, this is the charm of Mr. Little Prince."

Wang Zixu let them move freely and read a book first. He slipped away to find Ye Lan and asked in a low voice:

"Aren't the people we selected a little strange?"

Ye Lan was talking to the cooking aunt at that time, informing her of the work content. After listening to Wang Zixu's words, she said:

"You have the nerve to say that others are blameworthy? You and Zuo Ziliang are both blameless, okay? I feel a lot of pressure when I work with you every day. You should reflect on yourself."

After saying that, she added: "Now that I have invested, I have all gone in. They have come all the way here, and you and Zuo Ziliang have chosen the people. If you are not satisfied, don't come to me. But the script task must be completed!"

You only have 20 days."

Wang Zixu said: "Don't worry about it."

When he turned around, he saw a figure wearing a dark windbreaker, walking towards the living room with his hands in his pockets. That was the little prince.

So, he felt relieved and followed the little prince towards the living room.
Chapter completed!