These nicknames deepened Wang Zixu's prejudice against the group.

He understood why Zuo Ziliang asked him to change his pen name. His real name was thrown into these nicknames, just like a zebra in a camel's herd, too conspicuous.

After thinking for a long time, he decided to use his name and combine his favorite fairy tales to give himself a brand new nickname-

Little Prince.

Zuo Ziliang said: "Have you built it? Which is your new nickname? I will edit the notice."

Wang Zixu told him honestly. After that, Zuo Ziliang stared at his eyes for a while, then laughed loudly, making Wang Zixu very embarrassed.

"Your name is Little Prince? The nickname you gave yourself is Little Prince? Lao Wang, you are 30 years old this year, are you too childish, right?"

Wang Zixu was a little angry: "The book "The Little Prince" was written by Saint Exuperi at the age of 42. I am a little younger than him. What's wrong with having a childlike heart?"

Zuo Ziliang said: "I don't mean that, I mean, you are in your 30s. Most of the language therapists in our group are in their early 20s. I can understand that you want to work hard to get a nickname that fits the spiritual world of young people, but the name Little Prince is very pretentious when you hear it, and everyone will find it strange to see it."

Wang Zixu felt very hurt inexplicably.

"Is this weird?"

"It's a bit weird to tell the truth."

Wang Zixu said: "You misunderstood me. I didn't want to fit the spiritual world of young people. I just like this name..."

Zuo Ziliang said: "That's also very strange."

"All right."

Wang Zixu lowered his head and operated it, and then said to Zuo Ziliang:

"What about now?"

Zuo Ziliang looked down and saw the new nickname he changed for himself—

"The little prince pulled down the monkey bread tree."

“…”

"Is it still strange now?"

"...weird, but not that kind of weird. Anyway, this name is OK."

"Then I'll call this." Wang Zixu smiled.

Zuo Ziliang looked at him with a complicated expression: "I thought you didn't have a sense of humor."

"Ah?" Wang Zixu didn't understand why he had this illusion. "I don't have a sense of humor, but I'm always serious and I don't have money."

...

After Wang Zixu returned home, Zuo Ziliang immediately tagged everyone.

[@Everyone, tonight, I invited our script teacher @小子子子子生的官网站 to give you a lecture. Start on time at 8 o'clock in the evening. After the start, I will turn on the ban on all utterances. There is 15 minutes for you to ask questions after class. Note that this course is the exclusive benefit of our core language therapists. It costs money and is strictly prohibited to spread chat records. The script teacher is very busy and is strictly prohibited from chatting and hooking up. After receiving it, you can just take the course on time, and there is no need to reply to receive it.]

After sending this full message, the group was in an uproar, and then the entire screen was "received" in large quantities.

At this time, the operation team had just finished working overtime. Huang Da was sitting in the barbecue restaurant downstairs of the company and had midnight snacks. When he saw the news in the group, he spit out the chewed mutton skewers in his mouth and stared at his phone in shock.

Seeing his appearance, my colleague quickly put down the mutton skewers in his hand and asked, "What's wrong? The meat isn't fresh?"

Huang Da said: "My father, the boss pulled the scriptman into the group and asked him to give lectures to the language therapists!"

The colleague breathed a sigh of relief and said, "What did I think it was... Is it? He pulled the scriptman in?"

Huang Da handed over the phone and pointed: "Look at it!"

Several heads instantly surrounded them.

Huang Da hugged his head and mentioned the script team yesterday. Today, the boss pulled the main owner over. He even doubted whether the boss had seen through his careful thoughts.

"The little prince pulled down the monkey bread tree. Why is this nickname so weird?" a colleague said while studying the phone.

Another colleague next to him glared at him: "Why is this strange?"

"Don't you think it's strange?"

"How do you feel weird?"

"How can the little prince pull the baobab tree?"

"Can't people pull the tree when it's still young?"

Another colleague joined the discussion and said, "Isn't this a typical double burden? This bag is well designed!"

Someone immediately agreed: "Yes, I discovered it just now, and there is a bit of a black humor."

Another person said: "What humor? Why can't I feel a little humor? I just feel a little childish."

The colleague said, "Where are childish? Have you never watched "The Little Prince"?"

"Have you seen it? But has it been related to "The Little Prince" been watched?"

"Then you must have never read "Water Margin".

Everyone had a hot atmosphere for literary discussions. Huang Da interrupted their topic and said:

"Enough, is the point of this? The point is the scripter, the scripter! The boss pulled him into the group!"

The colleagues calmed down, and some people said, "Yes, I discussed yesterday and said that this scripter is our core competitiveness. Today the boss exposed him. Are you really not afraid of being poached?"

"At least from the benefits, we know whether this scriptwriter is a team or a lone wolf. He is alone."

"It's not necessarily true. The boss only said 'Teacher a scripter to teach in the group', and did not say 'This scripter is our only scripter'?"

"Anyway, it's still confusing about this scripter now. Fortunately, we can get to know him soon."

Huang Da rubbed his cheeks for a while. Whenever he thought quickly, his face would get hot. At this time, he would rub his face with his hands to speed up the heat dissipation. His cat also inherited his habit. After experiencing rapid thinking like electric current, he had a flash of inspiration.

"I understand, I understand the boss's intention."

The colleagues gathered around and said, "What do you understand?"

Huang Da said: "It's not certain yet. When I start the lecture later, I should be able to verify my ideas."

He tapped the table with his fingers, half of his excitement and tension. He stared at the small characters "The Little Prince Pulls Upside Down the Monkey Bread" on his phone, as if he wanted to see through the line of text on the screen.

...

At the same time, the small group of Wen Aiyu Therapists was originally calm, but after the news came out of the group, it seemed that they had thrown a stone into the lake and exploded a bunch of people.

Sunny and cheerful Sakura Chan: [I just talked about the script teacher yesterday, and I was able to get the class today! Happiness!]

Innocence Poet: [Yesterday I thought you would never know a scriptwriter in your life.]

Sunny and cheerful Sakura Chan: [(Angry.jpg) I am not qualified, right?]

Innocence Poet: [No, I originally thought you could run away with the scriptwriter, but now it seems that the boss may not think you have this ability.]

Sunny and cheerful Sakura Chan: [It means you overestimated me before, right? Then again, why target me? Anyone may run away with the scriptwriter??]

Bird thief who loves diving: [What? You actually want to run away with the scriptwriter? You are so bold!]

Sunny and cheerful Sakura Chan: [No one wants to run away with the scriptwriter! I just want to ask how to have the timeless writing style like the scriptwriter.]

Bird thief who loves diving: [Learn and replace it, right?]

Sunny and cheerful Sakura Chan: […How is that possible?]

zed: [Even if Fei Ying wants to replace it, she can't replace it. He can't learn his writing style.]

Innocence Poet: [Although Ying Jiang’s writing style is not as strong as others, he has his own advantages. If you fight, the other party will definitely not be able to beat it.]

Sunny and cheerful Sakura Chan: [You all bully people, I won’t tell you anymore. Humph.]

zed: [Fat Cherry is gone. Is anyone telling me what does the little prince pulling up the monkey bread tree?]

It took a long time for no one to reply to him. It took a long time before a new message came out.

Bird Thief who loves to dive: [I think, it is probably the meaning of the little prince pulling up the monkey bread tree.]

...
Chapter completed!