"Yes, I've heard of it." The prince pretended to be fine and let go, then turned around and pretended to ask Zhao Peilin, "How was his writing?"

Zhao Peilin became anxious again when he heard this: "Didn't I not buy it?!"

His loud voice made Wang Zixu's ears hurt, so he quickly comforted him: "I'll go to the magazine office right away and I'll ask for you."

"Ask quickly."

After saying that, Zhao Peilin hugged his arm and said: "I have heard people discuss it, and the Little Prince's piece "The Lost Sky" is quite awesome."

"Really?" Wang Zixu's voice was a little erratic.

"Yes. It's pretty awesome. Otherwise, why would I be in such a hurry? Also, your car is blocking the newsstand's stocking area."

Ye Lan laughed again at the side, but thinking of Wang Zixu's behavior just now, he became angry, clenched his fist and punched him in the waist and eye. He was caught off guard and grinned in pain.

As he got into the car and moved, Ye Lan whispered from the side: "Is your novel popular? I said it was popular, I was the first to see it, hehe."

"Yes, yes." Wang Zixu said casually, still feeling unbelievable in his heart.

Strictly speaking, he has never experienced the feeling of "fire".

The most close relationship he had with "Fire" was at the Xihe Cultural Festival, when he stood on the top podium, but all his happiness at that time was taken away by Chen Qingluo personally giving him the award, and he didn't even notice people's attention.

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His award-winning video was also forwarded to the class group. Most of his classmates, including Xie Cong, didn't know how to speak well, and they were so enthusiastic and exaggerated that they didn't know whether they were praising him or hurting him.

As for the "fire" of the little prince, he had no personal experience. Because he knew that he had just written some scripts. The scripts were for speech therapists and should not be directly oriented to readers. He thought that was a mistake.

This is Wang Zixu’s experience of “fire”.

So now that he heard people talking about his novels, he was quite happy.

He lowered his head and said to Ye Lan: "I reiterate, don't reveal my identity to me. Even if you choke yourself to death today, don't call me a little prince."

Ye Lan said: "Come on, come on, you haven't finished it yet, so I won't tell you. By the way, what does the name of your novel "Missing Kong Zhan" mean? You told me but I forgot."

Missing Kongzhan is not interesting. Missing Kongzhan is the collective name of the "Losing Street Pavilion, Empty City Strategy, and Killing Ma Su", and it is a well-known play.

The story written by Wang Zixu happened to have a three-act structure, and the titles of the three parts could be summarized by the three words "lost, empty, and beheaded", so he used these three words very arrogantly. It sounds like

There is still a bit of a middle-class temperament in Mingjue Li.

He just gave this name casually, without thinking about the consequences. But now when he heard people on the street talking about "lost emptiness, loosing chop, loosing chop", he felt a little unexpected, and began to panic.

Walking into the school gate, Wang Zixu had a more personal experience of "explosion". He passed by several people, some were couples, some were single, some were young and some were old. All of them were talking about "The New Award" and "The Lost Sky" by Little Prince.

cut".

A small motorcycle "spurts" from behind the two of them and stabs them sideways. When passing by Wang Zixu, the boy sitting in the back seat of the car held up a magazine with a black cover in his hand, like a flag, and shouted loudly

:

"I grabbed the magazine! The last one! Hahahaha..."

He watched with dumbfounded eyes as the scooter puffed out black smoke and swerved across the intersection before disappearing.

Ye Lan turned his head and looked at Wang Zixu with pride: "How do you feel when you see that your work is so popular?"

"You keep a low profile. I have a bad feeling. I have to go to the magazine immediately."

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As soon as he walked into the magazine office, he felt a wave of heat coming over him. Countless people were crowded into the small magazine office. The doors and windows were broken, but now it seemed even more vulnerable.

Among the group of people, Lu Qingxuan poked her head out, saw that it was Wang Zixu, and ran over as if she had been granted amnesty:

"Are you here to help? You're here! I'm almost exhausted!"

At the edge of the corner, Diao Yiwen looked up expressionlessly, then lowered her head expressionlessly and continued to do the work at hand, as if she had been driven into a walking dead by repetitive work.

Wang Zixu asked: "Okay, how can I help?"

Lu Qingxuan pointed to the boy who was the leader of the group of students behind him and said, "Please help me get this guy away first! I'm busy right now and he's annoying me to death!"
Chapter completed!