Wang Zixu was in awe after hearing this, but when he walked into the auditorium, he did not find the conspicuous green-haired figure. It was expected that with the poet's character, not only would she "dare to let it go" and miss the opportunity to see Yanzi Mountain with her own eyes, she would not even care at all.

.

"Have you seen Zhao Peilin?"

"No." Xu Rongrong's eyes were still looking when she spoke.

Wang Zixu said: "Let's find a seat first. He may not have arrived yet."

He found an empty seat and was about to move his butt up when the girl next to him held down the seat: "Sorry, there is someone here."

There was a girl at the end of this row of seats waving to this side: "Rong Rong, come here, I've got a seat for you!"

Xu Rongrong asked: "How many did you take?"

"Just one."

Facing Xu Rongrong's slightly apologetic look, Wang Zixu said, "Go ahead. I'll find a seat."

As a result, all the empty seats he found were "occupied". The students touched the empty seats one by one and said they were occupied, which was a bit like Chinese horror. In literature, it is magic realism, but in fact it is futurism - these people said

"Someone" is in the future tense. There will be people here in the future, so you can't sit down now.

But Wang Zixu couldn't help but murmur in his heart, wouldn't it be a bit immoral to use the sword of the future to kill the current official? Especially when looking at the auditorium, the seats are sparse, but everyone is occupied.

They are all future warriors.

When he found the last row, he saw familiar faces: the three girls who led him were sitting in the last row in the same order. They were also stunned when they saw him.

The girl in polka-dot clothes pursed her plump lips: "Are you here too? No wonder it's hard to find a seat, even students who are not from NTU came in to listen."

The prince humbly said that you are a bit of a mountainhead, but he did not say it out loud. He just pointed to the seat next to her and asked: "Is there anyone there?"

"Someone, someone. We'll give it to our classmates."

The girl with long eyelashes was the first to say: "You go and sit in the first row. We have asked this before, and we basically reserve seats for others."

Wang Zixu said: "Isn't the first row prepared for leaders?"

"No, no, it's just that people don't like to sit in the first row."

Wang Zixu recalled that when he was in high school, the favorite saying of the class teacher who was famous for his acrimony was: Look at you, you always like to sit in the back every time you go to the auditorium to find a seat. I tell you, students from prestigious schools are all grabbing seats.

Sit in the front row, and the front row of college classes is never empty...

He sat on the edge of the first row feeling slightly depressed. He felt that the lights on the stage were warmer than those behind him, and he began to feel sleepy after a while.

A rather yuppie-looking boy in a casual suit walked in swaggeringly, raised his buttocks and sat down next to Wang Zixu. He only glanced at the tired-looking Wang Zixu and then looked away.

Wang Zixu squinted his eyes, his impression of boys was not good, it reminded him of the classic comment in ancient photo books: "The sinews do not bind the bones, the pulse does not make the flesh"... Fortunately, he did not know that this boy had just changed his clothes and came here.

Shi Shuqiu.

Shi Shuqiu attaches great importance to appearance. He changes into his football uniforms when he goes to the playground and his suits when he goes to the auditorium. He is not sloppy at all. This is one of his tricks to win the favor of many girls. When he saw him sitting down next to Wang Zixu, the buzzing sound swept across the room.

The entire venue.

"Did you see it?"

"I saw it."

"Have you heard about Lu Qingxuan's incident?"

"Well, Shi Shuqiu won't fight with this person, right?"

"It looks like they don't know each other."

The girls in the back row exchanged glances and spoke very concisely. People unfamiliar with the background would be confused.

There is a secret radio-like existence in every class. This existence will spread various secrets and legends to the whole class at a fixed frequency as quickly as possible. The girls in the last row are such existences. Their opinions and views on the problem

Perspective will greatly affect public opinion.

Wang Zixu, an outsider, obviously does not understand the ecology. If he had the habit of writing a diary, he would only summarize his speech after returning home today: Today I met an old friend, the poet, her name was originally Du Kezhu; today I met a

New friend Lu Qingxuan.

What he didn't know was that Du Kezhu and Lu Qingxuan were not as single-faced as he had seen in the field of public opinion. After processing by the secret radio station, Lu Qingxuan, Du Kezhu, Shi Shuqiu and a series of influential figures all had their own differences.

A very vivid and exciting entanglement.

In the eyes of the radio station, Wang Zixu, this sudden big news, is a troublemaker. Unfortunately, he is too old. If he is also in his prime and participates in this polyamorous relationship, he may make people lose his temper.

Secret Radio is more exciting and has more interesting levels.

A girl in polka dot clothes published an editorial: "Don't worry, we are having fun. As long as Shi Shuqiu discovers his identity, there will be a good show."

It can't be said that she was a little gloating about her misfortune, but unfortunately they waited for a long time and the fun they expected didn't happen. Wang Zixu was already playing with his mobile phone.

Ning Chunyan said that she would ask the little prince to take action. When she said this, her expression was serious and her eyes were firm. But on Wang Zixu's phone, she acted coquettishly and cutely in every possible way. On the contrary, Wang Zixu felt that it was too easy for her to agree to her easily.

Now, use her as an electronic pet to tease her.

The buzzer in the auditorium gradually decreased. Wang Zixu glanced around and put away his phone. The boy in a suit beside him coughed lightly and stood up.

Yanzi Mountain is coming.

This man seemed to have walked into the auditorium carrying prestige. The crowd felt the majestic power he carried, and the response was very strong. Yan Zishan strode in, looked down, and suddenly stopped.

The person behind asked: "Teacher Yan, what's wrong?"

Yan Zishan's eyes behind his sunglasses looked around Wang Zixu and said softly: "It's nothing."

He nodded towards Wang Zixu.

Wang Zixu thought about what he asked Diao Yiwen to take him, that rather mysterious "go to the East China Sea".

How's it going? Now I'm here.

He also nodded back to him.

Shi Shuqiu became restless, rubbing his hands on his knees, his eyes were very eager, and his lips opened as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he made no sound. He took Yan Zishan's nod as a greeting to him.

Before the interview started, Wang Zixu took out his mobile phone and found a message from Lin Feng:

"nailed it."

Then, the other party sent another message: "How are you doing there? Do you want to go to Yanzi Mountain to sign autographs?"

Wang Zixu took a photo of the stage and sent a message: "A symposium is being held."

"After listening, tell me what you talked about. I can't make it, what a pity!"

Wang Zixu said: "Okay."

Then he regretted it. Yanzishan's forum was mainly aimed at students, and several sessions of the organization were also filled with students' questions and interactions. They talked about some relatively shallow topics, which was completely unsatisfactory for him.

Only ten minutes later, he fell asleep again.
Chapter completed!