The smell of An Younan's body is still getting into his nose. Unfortunately, Wang Zixu is not a noble and troubled young man, otherwise he could casually tell that this is Oulon's citrus MSG cologne. I like this base note, just right

Match the atmosphere at this time.

An Younan was still enthusiastic: "The teacher said that he was originally annoyed that your work grabbed the headlines, but after reading it, he felt that it was reasonable. You have to know that the teacher is usually very arrogant, but he is not this kind of person who talks about it.

People who gave up on the show, I was curious at that time and took a look at your work. Hehe, how did you write "Fire in the Stone"?"

An Younan was not a girl with a strong sense of boundaries. She stomped her steps with a small jump, and the hand she held almost touched her chest.

Wang Zixu calmly broke away from her hand: "Who is your teacher?"

I don’t know why, but as soon as he said these words, the expressions of Zhou Qingqing and others on the side changed, as if he had said something very strange.

"No, you don't know who Miss An's teacher is? Don't you never get in touch with the latest information?" Jiang Mengyao found the opportunity to interrupt.

Wang Zixu is not convinced to say so. In fact, Wang Zixu cares about the latest information more than anyone else. He will even check the Nobel Prize odds list regularly to see if there are any new names. But if he retorts at this time, "Miss An's teacher is

Who, why do I have to know?" This is a bit too low in emotional intelligence.

An Younan was also a little surprised that he didn't know the relationship between the characters, but her expression recovered after only a moment of shake, biting her lip and said seriously:

"I'm going to take the liberty of introducing myself. My name is An Younan, and my teacher is Gu Zao. It's Gu Zao who is on the front page of this issue of "Getting" but doesn't have the headlines."

Wang Zixu was finally surprised. Gu Zao's name had become familiar to him after hearing it repeatedly recently. As a competitor who was very likely to become a candidate for the Nobel Prize, he later secretly tried his best and read the other person's works. He had to admit that in terms of productivity and spirituality,

In this regard, although this person did not make him feel desperate, he did not dare to underestimate him.

He was shocked that this guy could actually take on such a beautiful female apprentice. And he still couldn't understand: Even if Gu Zao has been famous for a long time, I don't necessarily need to know every one of his beautiful female apprentices, right?

Ning Chunyan cleared her throat, secretly poked Wang Zixu's waist and said:

"Ms. An is now the face of Xunyi Company, right? By taking Teacher Gu as your disciple, are you paving the way for Xunyi's recent cultural strategy?"

An Younan smiled brightly: "Only Miss Ning can be so keen. We do think so."

After saying that, she quickly added: "But this is not a face-saving project, I really want to learn something!"

Of course, this matter is actually a face-saving project. If literature can be taught and learned, then the great writers of the past and present should be inherited from their families like the princes and nobles. But this is not the case in reality.

Literature still requires some talent and spirituality.

Zhou Qingqing's eyebrows moved slightly and he smiled at Wang Zixu: "The news about Miss An's recent apprenticeship has been on the hot search. It has been making a fuss recently. Everyone was talking about it just now. You didn't know about it, so everyone was surprised. Teacher Wang Zixu

Don’t you usually watch the news?”

Wang Zi nodded: "I don't see much."

Jiang Mengyao said: "Zhang Qian also told me that you are a bit self-isolated. Don't all writers have to draw on reality? If you don't read hot news, how can you write down-to-earth works?"

Wang Zixu said: "I watch the news, but not the hot topics. There is too much complicated information."

Jiang Mengyao pouted: "Miss An's apprenticeship is a major event in the literary world, right? If you didn't read it, wouldn't you even know about it? This is also a huge amount of information?"

She thought she was helping An Younan save face, but An Younan didn't think so. She stroked her long hair and said: "I watched Teacher Wang Zixu's "Fire in the Stone", and I feel that in the long river of history, I

What's the point of a little news? It's just a tiny piece of plankton."

The prince waved his hand: "No, no, as she said, I am indeed closed."

Jiang Mengyao pouted, her expression unconvinced.

So the party resumed its activities, everyone sat down and started chatting about home affairs.

After chatting for a while, Wang Zixu found out that the so-called "An Younan is the face of Xunyi" refers to the fact that An Younan not only serves as a senior executive at Xunyi, but also serves as an image spokesperson. And it is not just news about her apprenticeship,

Her traffic itself has been overwhelming. This sweet and lovely girl already has a popular foundation based on her appearance. No wonder Jiang Mengyao feels that he has never heard of it. She is really an ape.

But the only social media on Wang Zixu’s phone is Wenyan App (if this is considered social media). He has accurately avoided all the communication arrows shot at him by the modern media, resulting in knowing nothing about An Younan.

He hadn't even heard of his name. In fact, if he went out more often, he would definitely be able to see An Younan's huge face on billboards all over shopping malls.

However, the focus of this meeting turned out to be Wang Zixu. An Younan pulled Wang Zixu and asked many questions, such as where did the inspiration for "Fire in the Stone" come from? What difficulties did you encounter during the writing process? How did you refine your writing skills?

So good? How long do you plan to write?...

Adhering to the principle of "talking less to show depth", Wang Zixu tried to answer as briefly as possible, and naturally did not mention a word about the disagreements between him and Shi Tonghe. He spoke briefly, but in the more critical part, it was the Ningchun Yan Gang

He added, for example, the difficulty of writing novels.

Although he didn't speak much, An Younan felt as if he had heard a vivid and interesting story after listening to it. He sighed with satisfaction and put his hands on his knees: "I didn't expect that "Fire in the Stone" was written with such effort.

, if my teacher knew, he would definitely not be so sorry anymore."

After that, she turned around and asked: "Ning Cainnu, speaking of which, after Mr. Wang Zixu became famous this time, he should be a very popular figure, right? How did you come up with the idea of ​​poaching him to be an editor?"

Ning Chunyan smiled: "Dig? Miss An, I don't have to dig. He is my editor. In order for him to concentrate on writing "Fire in the Stone", I gave him two months of leave."

Zhou Qingqing reminded in a soft voice: "Teacher Wang Zixu won the first place in the Xihe Literary Society before, and Miss Ning was the judge at that time. I'm afraid she noticed it at that time, right?"

This topic involved the discussion before An Younan came. Jiang Mengyao raised her eyebrows, stood up, hesitated to speak, and finally laid her body back down on the sofa, with a sneer at the corner of her mouth, as if waiting to see how she would explain.

.

Ning Chunyan was not as guilty as she thought. Instead, she smiled and said, "I met him earlier."

An Younan blinked: "Did you know him before the literary meeting?"

"When I met him, he had never published an article." Ning Chunyan said, "At that time, he was so timid that he didn't know how to submit a novel after he wrote it. I suggested that he submit his debut novel to "

"Yangtze River", he dared to try it, and ended up on the front page of "Yangtze River". This was the first step."

"Ha." After Ning Chunyan finished speaking, Jiang Mengyao sneered at the side. Ning Chunyan glanced at her and ignored her.

An Younan took out a small notebook from his breast pocket, and then took out a very thin pen. He held the pen carefully with his cherry pink manicure and asked: "Which issue of "Yangtze River" did Wang Zixu appear in?"

Which issue is it? I have to write it down and go back and check it out."

"I remember it was the August issue, which was printed by Xihe Wenhui in the same month."

"Ha." Jiang Mengyao sneered again, this time the voice was louder, and the people around him couldn't help but notice.

An Younan wrote in his notebook and asked: "I have to take a closer look. Did you get published in "Yangtze River" for the first time?"

Wang Zixu took a sip of tea: "Actually, when I submitted for the first time, because I was not familiar with the situation, I submitted to a magazine that was impossible to obtain at the time."

"Which one?"

""get"."

"Haha..." An Younan covered her mouth and laughed, her eyes rolled up, "But you still appeared on "Get"."

Wang Zixu put down his cup and nodded: "Yes, let's go up."

"'You have to believe that the beauty in life will never be lost by missing it. It is just dormant somewhere, waiting for your next visit.'"

The prince gave a false smile: "What a wonderful sentence."

An Younan stuck out his tongue and said, "I wrote it myself, and the teacher tapped it lightly."

I have to admit that although the label "Caiyuan" is a negative point for Wang Zixu, I have to admit that An Younan is a very lovable girl.

An Younan turned her head again: "Sister Ning has a sharp eye and is able to pick up talents before they emerge. I admire her!"

Ning Chunyan finally covered her mouth and laughed sincerely: "Hahaha, other people only buy blue chip stocks, but I always buy potential stocks. Maybe I am good at stock trading?"

Zhou Qingqing also smiled and said: "It's a pity that our country does not award awards to editors. If it did, I believe that Editor Ning will definitely win the first prize."

"Sister Ning must have faced a lot of doubts before, right? Now that Teacher Wang Zixu has successfully made the headline of "Get", those previous doubts have disappeared overnight. This feeling must be very refreshing."

"What do you need to say? It's so proud!"

Wang Zixu was somewhat dumbfounded as he watched a group of women complimenting each other. He finally understood why Ning Chunyan brought him here - she also had a need to show off.

And he felt that the lines Ning Chunyan said seemed to have passed through her mind countless times. Maybe she had wanted to say it in front of him for a long time, but she just lacked a suitable opportunity.

However, he doesn't mind letting her take the opportunity to pretend. Who makes them a golden partner?

Just as they were enjoying themselves, a discordant voice suddenly broke in:

"I just want to ask Ning Cainnv, is there any nepotism in the literary circle, where relatives and friends are praised as talented and famous people?"

When Jiang Mengyao spoke, everyone paused for a moment and looked away.

"Yes." Ning Chunyan answered frankly, "Not only yes, there are quite a few."

A figure of someone flashed through her and Wang Zixu's minds at the same time.

Jiang Mengyao then sneered: "Then a talented woman like you, who serves as a judge at the Xihe Literary Society, should avoid suspicion? Just now you kept saying that the selection of that literary society was fair and just, but now you are confessing that you and the first place have been together for a long time.

I just know you, I really... I really don’t understand what you think."

Ning Chunyan said: "I just said that Yanzishan gave high marks that time. Do you mean that you even suspected Yanzishan?"

Jiang Mengyao said: "Is there anyone with low scores?"

"Everyone's aesthetic orientation is different. Of course, the judges' scores will be high or low."

"Then it's over." Jiang Mengyao spread her hands, "I understand everything."

"Sorry? I don't understand what you want to express."

"Do you really not understand? Haha, I think I expressed it very clearly."

This person's logic is getting weirder and weirder, and Ning Chunyan feels that talking to her is a headache:
To be continued...