Diao Yiwen took out her cell phone, quickly struck a page, and illuminated the screen to Wang Zixu.

Before he leaned closer, the rest of the people rushed over.

On the screen is the details page of the novel "Stone Fire" with the title of the book written on the head. The cover next to it is a gray box with "No cover yet" written on it;

On the right is a rating bar chart, currently 0 points, and the next one says "The number of ratings is insufficient, no ratings are available";

Below is a small table with the words "No publication information yet".

In short, everything except the book title is "not yet available".

Despite this, the comment section is not "no" yet, and there have been several comments.

"A good subject, but it's a pity to let a newcomer write it."

"It looks okay at the beginning, but I heard that the author has appeared on "Get" for the first time. I suspect there is a situation inside, and the subject matter is very good, so it is hard to say later."

"The idea was very grand. I only read it at all but didn't look in. When I was reading it, I kept thinking that it would be great if Yanzishan had written this subject! Unfortunately, he didn't write about the subject that others had written."

...

"This..." Wang Zixu pointed to the screen and was very surprised, "Where is this?"

"Caiya." Diao Yiwen took back her mobile phone, "the only designated reading platform in China at present."

"This is too bullying!"

Wang Zixu's lips were shaking and his hands and feet were cold, and he was sweating all over the middle of winter.

What does it mean to "let newcomers write in a waste" and what does it mean to "how good it is to let Yanzishan write in a good way"?

No one ploughs good land, no one ploughs once, right?

Just now, Wang Zixu was just unhappy when he saw Wang Zhongxing's literary comments. These few comments made him very much break.

No matter how outrageous Wang Zhongxing's comments are, at least there is logic. He doesn't know whether these people are commenting on humans or other species.

There are actually more than a dozen likes.

Ning Chunyan said: "Hey, don't be red-wen, this is a good thing."

"Good thing?" Wang Zixu looked back at her.

"It's a mediocre person not to be envied by others. You read your book, and you have so many people paying attention to it before you have finished publishing it. This means you're going to be popular."

"ah?"

Diao Yiwen nodded: "This is true. In that issue of "Getting", other articles did not receive such treatment. Only his "Stone Fire" was opened in a single page, which means he received special attention."

"Isn't that because I was the only long-running serial in that issue of "Get"?"

Xiao Mengyin said: "Forget it, why bother with online comments? Maybe the person who posted the comments was a literary youth who couldn't write them was so sad. Netizens have no appreciation ability, they only follow the trend or

Follow the trend."

Ning Chunyan blinked and asked with a smile: "Does the little prince's reputation follow the trend?"

"yes."

"Where is your own reputation following the trend?"

"Yes," Xiao Mengyin said frankly, "Or why would you have to find celebrities to write waistbands when you publish this book?"

Speaking of this, Wang Zixu was a little distracted. He remembered the book that Duan Xiaosanna gave him to An Younan's house that day, filled with famous names.

"Is Shi Shuqiu going to publish a book?"

Xiao Mengyin was stunned: "How do you know?"

Ning Chunyan pushed him and said, "Forget it, don't think about these things that you can't do, go out and have a walk."

Wang Zixu thought about it, accepted the proposal, stood up and went out.

When he went out, Ning Chunyan and Xiao Mengyin looked at each other.

"Do you have something else?"

"Yes." Xiao Mengyin nodded.

"It has something to do with him?" Ning Chunyan asked again, with a bit of vigilance in his expression.

"Yes. But I was afraid that he would be hit too hard, so I didn't dare to say it."

Ning Chunyan blinked and said, "Then you don't have to be afraid. He said he was a copper pea and was very durable."

She said again: "But you can tell me, I'll consider whether to tell him."

Xiao Mengyin hesitated for a moment and still spoke:

"The sequel of "Yesterday Star" is about to be released. And... the sequel is quite well written."

Ning Chunyan's eyes flashed twice: "That's it?"

Xiao Mengyin bit her lips and said nothing. In fact, she still had a guess in her heart, but now there are many people, so she is embarrassed to say it.

...

The campus area of ​​Nanyang University ranks second in the province and top five in the country. But most of them are mountains.

Wang Zixu walked with his hands behind his back, passing by the mountain road, passing by the arch bridge, passing by the small pavilion, and passing by the basketball court, but his heart still had no peace.

"Brother! Help throw the ball!"

The basketball jumped from the edge of the flower bed to the road, and was about to run towards freedom, Wang Zixu flew up and stopped the ball, then racked the ball, aiming at the court opposite the bush and acacia tree.

For a moment, he wanted to walk over and say "add me one."

He is not good at skill, he is a test-worker in junior high school and high school, and has never practiced it. But with his height and arm span, he is going to be a wall at that time, and his shooting feels very soft, so he even worked in the department basketball team in college when he was in college

The main force.

But maybe it was because of the shadow left by his father's forced exercise since he was a child, maybe he had no heartfelt obsession with basketball, and he had never touched the ball since he graduated from college.

Wang Zixu took action, and the basketball drew a beautiful parabola in the air and was thrown to the other side.

The idea of ​​"add me one" was only a moment ago and it was eliminated. Later, he thought about it, with a tight suit and shirt tied up on his body, and he was sweating later. The shirt was wearing it in semi-transparent flesh, and he returned to the club.

The woman stared at her, but she didn't look very good either.

This is true for 30-year-olds, and they have to look at everything they do, so it is boring.

The pain is that you know it’s boring, but you still have to do it.

After walking forward for a few hundred meters, a familiar face suddenly came towards him, which was Professor Zhong Junmin.

Professor Zhong was alone, and he squinted his eyes behind his back, and walked slowly along Qingcai Road, which was similar to Wang Zixu's mental state.

The two of them intersected their eyes and were stunned at the same time. Then, both sides felt that they should say hello to each other.

Wang Zixu is a junior, so he decided to take the initiative.

"Professor Zhong."

"Um."

"Are you taking a walk?"

No mistakes, one song, one post, one content, one reading!

"think."

"OK."

Wang Zixu was thinking about how to say goodbye gracefully, and Professor Zhong might feel embarrassed and spoke:

"Are you taking a walk?"

“I’m thinking too.”

"good."

After saying that, both of them were silent.

Professor Zhong tilted his head and said, "Let's go together."

"good."

Wang Zixu felt like he missed the best opportunity to flash people.

The two walked side by side quietly for a long time before Professor Zhong spoke:

""Fire in the Stone", good."

"Thanks."

"Is it difficult?"

"……Disaster."

Wang Zixu was so excited that he was very difficult to say this word.

After saying this, Wang Zixu suddenly let go.

The whole world only cares about whether this subject is good or not, but no one has ever asked him whether it is difficult or not.
To be continued...