"Boss, are you a little nervous?"

Xu Xian, who was sitting opposite Sun Chengfeng, finally couldn't help but speak.

"Hmm? No, what were you saying? Hurry up, eat the food, this one is delicious."

Sun Chengfeng, who was awakened by Seo Hyun's contemplation, quickly denied it and tried to pick up food for Seo Hyun to relieve the embarrassment. At this time, the two were having lunch in the cafeteria. In fact, except for Hyo Yeon and Pani who had already gone to the United States, Lin Yuner who was running for publicity, and Jessica, the rising president of Girls' Generation, the remaining five people were in the company.

However, others obviously prefer takeaways that can deliver to their doorsteps, so the only model student Xu Xian has been having dinner with the bored Sun Chengfeng recently.

"Well, since that's the case, I have a little suggestion. In fact, drinking soup with a spoon is more appropriate than using chopsticks."

Looking at the spoon that Xu Xian handed over with a calm expression, Sun Chengfeng realized that he had been using chopsticks to scoop the soup and drank it lonely.

"Oh, wise."

When facing Sun Chengfeng's name to him, Xu Xian was used to it. At first, he always felt like he was photographing me, but after fully understanding Sun Chengfeng's habit of liking to call him a single word, Xu Xian accepted this setting. It was just a nickname, and Xu Xian also grew up.

"Well, boss, you said."

Although he knew what Sun Chengfeng said next, Xu Xian cooperated to put down his chopsticks and took a serious listening posture. After all, supporting idols is the basic cultivation of fans. As Sun Chengfeng's fan girl, Xu Xian even cooperated to sit up straight and put on an understanding look.

"You said, do I have any show for this year's Nobel Prize in Literature?"

OK, within range. Xu Xian nodded. Faced with the classic daily questions over the past period of time, she seemed at ease, and didn't even know where to pull out a stack of information.

"Boss, I'll analyze it for you..."

With the first Thursday in October, the time for the announcement of the Nobel Prize in Literature approaching, Sun Chengfeng, who was originally calm, fell into a state similar to anxiety before the exam.

Although he has a prominent status in this life, he was a teacher in the literature department in his previous life and had a sense of awe of the Nobel Prize in Literature itself. Moreover, treating this year's Nobel Prize in Literature as Sun Chengwan's debut gift has almost become his obsession, so as time approaches, Sun Chengfeng's mentality has also changed. He was already very idle now sits in the office every day, indulging in various analytical posts and cannot extricate himself.

In this case, the literary girl Xu Xian became Sun Chengfeng's best object of congratulations. In fact, Sun Chengfeng can't find anyone else. Can you imagine that he and Kim Taeyeon or Jessica happily discuss the picture of literature? Anyway, Sun Chengfeng can't do it...

"About this year, boss, you have a great hope this year, don't worry."

Xu Xian completed the daily Q&A and was in a good mood. The stack of analysis materials in Xu Xian's hand was specially made by the company department about Sun Chengfeng's promise, which was specifically used to alleviate Sun Chengfeng's anxiety. However, Xu Xian always felt that Sun Chengfeng was too eager for quick success and instant benefits.

"Boss, you will be able to win the Nobel Prize sooner or later, why do you have to be persistent this year?"

"Yi, you never know which one is tomorrow or an accident will come first. Moreover, I want to use the Nobel Prize as a gift for the final debut. It would be meaningless this year."

Xu Xian was speechless for a moment. Aren’t these two brothers and sisters? Why do I feel like eating dog food? For Xu Xian, the only child, this question is obviously beyond the scope.

"However, even if you make sense, I'm still a little uneasy."

In fact, it is not necessary to say that Sun Chengfeng also knows the situation he is facing. His strengths and weaknesses are obvious, and there is no need to mention his strengths. "The Old Man and the Sea", "Outsider", "The Dark Shop Street", and the three Nobel Prize works by three Nobel Prize writers are all in one, and the weight is not bad; but his weaknesses cannot be ignored, that is age.

The youngest Nobel Prize winner in history was Joseph Kipling, but he was 42 years old at that time. As for the 25-year-old Nobel Prize winner, it was Lawrence Prague, but he shared the 1915 Nobel Prize in Physics with his father. It is obvious that Lawrence, who is "fighting for his father", is completely different from Sun Chengfeng, who is also 25 years old.

Seeing Sun Chengfeng sighing again, Xu Xian had an idea and thought of a way to divert his attention.

"Boss, there is a meeting in the afternoon. Do you want to attend?"

“What meeting?”

Although Sun Chengfeng does nothing every day, he is clear about the company's schedule. There is no meeting he needs to attend this afternoon?

"It's a discussion meeting on the new songs of RedVelvet. Do you want to go and see it?"

"Okay, let's go together and see what the kids look like."

Sun Chengfeng's readily answer made Xu Xian feel relieved, but she did not expect that this decision would make things slide into another abyss.

RedVelvet new song styling discussion.

"Feng, we have drawn up a few sets of styles. You can take a look and tell me what you think."

Roland, chief stylist of RedVelvet and design teacher of Jessica, placed the planned styling pictures in front of Sun Chengfeng. She thought that Sun Chengfeng would only look at the formalities and the meeting would end soon. After all, RedVelvet's styling has always been decided by her, and Sun Chengfeng rarely interfered. But unexpectedly, Sun Chengfeng had a lot to say this time.

“Not good looking.”

“No creative.”

“Not suitable.”

After only a while, Sun Chengfeng denied all plans. In his previous life, RedVelvet's new song "BeNatural" was a white suit for all members. Sun Chengfeng himself liked it very much, and there was this set in the plan just now.

But the problem is that it was the stage of the four-person period, and there was no Yeri. Yeri is only 15 years old now, and Sun Chengfeng is very worried about the effect of the white suit on Yeri, and in Sun Chengfeng's eyes, other solutions are not as good as this one.

It would be fine if Sun Chengfeng was a stick, but the problem was that Sun Chengfeng's sense of fashion was very keen, and he had specially studied design in Paris. He and Roland were able to become friends because of his outstanding talent in fashion design. Therefore, Sun Chengfeng's words aroused Roland's fighting spirit. The two of them faced each other and began a fierce "communication".

"Well, boss, I'll go to the bathroom first."

"Well, go, Roland, I'll tell you..."

Xu Xian, who found the excuse, looked at the stylists who had already run out and were waiting outside the door silently, and sighed helplessly. He originally wanted to divert Sun Chengfeng's attention, but he didn't expect that the boss would be too serious.

"Xu Xianxi, please think of a solution. According to the boss and President Luo's argument, there will be no result tomorrow morning."

These stylists had no choice but to communicate with each other. They couldn't even get into the conversation between Sun Chengfeng and Roland, so they could only ask Xu Xian to give advice.

"The person who tied the bell must be untied. We have to go and invite the Buddha Tathagata."

"Hey? Are you going to worship Buddha? Is it too late?"

The French people in front of them obviously couldn't understand the metaphor that Xu Xian had an oriental cultural meaning.

"No, I mean, go find Wendy and RedVelvet."

After Xu Xian finished speaking, he left behind a few people in the unknown and strode towards RedVelvet's practice room. Is there anyone better than Angel Wendy when dealing with Sun Chengfeng?

"Oh? Senior Seo Hyun?"

Seeing Xu Xian walk into the practice room, Irene quickly stopped training and took the children to say hello.

"There is no time left, you guys go with me."

After saying this, Xu Xian pulled Wendy out, and the four confused people could only follow. As soon as they entered the conference room, they saw Sun Chengfeng and Roland who were "communicating" fiercely.

"Hey? Why are you here? Forget it, it doesn't matter. Just come and see the style of your new song this time."

After finding a new referee, Sun Chengfeng and Roland changed their targets at the same time. They placed the agreed-upon styling pictures in front of the five people. The number was obviously much higher than Roland's plan at the beginning, which made several people stunned. As newcomers, can we still choose the styles ourselves?

"Yeri, what are you going to retreat? This time you are the focus, come here."

Sun Chengfeng's words made Yeri a little grand. She was busy in the group, and her aesthetics were always summarized by her sisters as dress terrorists. The most important thing is that Yeri, who has a hundred eyesight, is that even if she is not satisfied with the look, she will smile sweetly and say "I like it very much". Suddenly, she becomes the focus of such things. Yeri is really not used to it.

"Yeri, how do you look at this set?"

Sun Chengfeng took out a set of pictures and took the initiative.

"Well, I like it very much."

"Yeri, do you like this set?"

Roland followed closely behind and was not willing to be outdone.

"Yeah, it looks very good."

Yeri, who was sandwiched between the two, was almost crying. On one side was the company's president and on the other side was the boss of the stylist team. I was only 15 years old, so this is not the pressure I should bear.

Wendy finally understood why Senior Xu Xian pulled them over, so she bravely stood up.

"Opa, Roland Oni, I think this set is very good. Even if Yeri is young, she can control this style."

Wendy's words were like listening to the fairy music for Yeri. She turned her head and looked at Wendy's Oni, feeling that she was surrounded by soft holy light, and she was an angel. Yeri thought gratefully.

"Well, it seems to be really good, what do you think?"

"Well, it makes sense after all, so let's do it."

Sun Chengfeng betrayed without hesitation and shouted at Wendy's words. Although Yeri is young, her temperament is not bad at all, and there must be no problem with a white suit.

Seeing this change, Xu Xian, who was standing aside, couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. You are so rebellious, is my idol like this?

Eventually, things returned to the beginning, and the white suit became the playing costume for RedVelvet's new song "BeNatural". Roland and Sun Chengfeng were happy to reach a consensus, Xu Xian was happy that Sun Chengfeng's attention was diverted, and the stylists were happy that they didn't have to have a meeting all night. Everyone had a beautiful ending and a bright future.

Only Wendy and RedVelvet who followed him were inexplicably grateful to the stylists.

It doesn't matter, angels always inadvertently shine their light on the world, right?

Looking at the confused expression, he was bowing to Wendy with the stylists. The trader Xu Xian smiled slightly, hiding his merits and fame.
Chapter completed!