Figure Wang Zhongwang

Chapter 115 A Wretched Writer

"In the future, I will focus on work, and I will participate in the exhibition next month. If you want to relax, come to me for a swim!"

Xu Bijun brought up swimming again.

The tone of her speech seemed to be that she was a boss.

But one wouldn't mind either.

He nodded and said:

"Manager Xu's swimming skills should be good, I will find time to learn from you."

"Do you still need to find time? Do you think I am too old?"

Xu Bijun said with a smile.

"No, no! I think Manager Xu is just like my sister, and she looks younger and more beautiful than those two supermodels!"

This is telling the truth, not an exaggeration at all.

"Really? Look at your sweet mouth. No wonder you tricked even an international supermodel. Since you are your sister, you can call me Bijun in private from now on!"

Xu Bijun said with a smile on his face.

"Bi Jun... Miss Bi Jun!"

One still added the word "sister" to make it more fluent.

"Hee hee! So cute!"

Xu Bijun looked at one and joked.At this moment, she really wanted to hold one in her arms, so as not to let those "fox spirits" outside hook it up.

He is his own savior, the real dragon emperor!
Yizun also stared at Xu Bijun in a daze, not expecting that she had such a small woman side.

For a long time, Xu Bijun gave him the impression that he was a domineering female president who was not easy to get close to.

Although she has a very hot figure and attracts people's attention.

After get off work in the evening, Luo Xueyi was already waiting downstairs to practice subject two.

Seeing the backs of the two happily walking towards the subway station side by side, Xu Bijun felt a shadow cast over his heart again.

Yi Zun, why are you so feminine?
The subway has always been like a can of sardines, packed to the brim.

Yizun and Luo Xueyi walked quickly into the subway, and still found a little space to breathe.

The aura of the two of them was a bit big, and the people on the subway automatically avoided some of them.

One looked at Luo Xueyi and said apologetically:
"Look at you, a kid from a rich family, you still squeeze the subway with me."

Luo Xueyi was next to one, but felt very excited.

She said happily:
"It's great! I think it's a kind of enjoyment to squeeze the subway with you!"

One shook his head and said:
"Let's get the driver's license quickly, so we don't have to suffer this anymore. It's a very dangerous thing for you, a singer, to squeeze the subway."

Fortunately, Luo Xueyi is not very famous yet. In this carriage, everyone can't believe that she is the runner-up of the Two-dimensional singer contest.

Finally got a seat, and let Luo Xueyi sit down.

Luo Xueyi picked up her mobile phone to review the lessons of subject two.

Although she is extremely smart, she passed both subjects [-] and [-] with full marks.

But in the hands-on operation of the second subject, the girls' weaknesses were exposed.

An uncle in his forties who was sitting next to Luo Xueyi, saw Luo Xueyi pull out his phone, and asked her:
"Pretty girl, do you read online novels?"

Luo Xueyi was surprised that this unshaven middle-aged man dared to strike up a conversation with him.

"I'll take a look once in a while."

Luo Xueyi smiled politely and replied.

This smile made the uncle even more excited.

"Then have you watched "Sword Asking the Sky"? It's from Qidian Chinese website!"

The uncle said as if he had caught a little sheep, his swollen eyes glowed brightly.

Although Luo Xueyi hated the uncle's continued "entanglement", her good family education allowed her to answer politely:

"Sorry, I haven't seen it."

"It doesn't matter if you haven't read it, as long as you download the Qidian Chinese website app, you can search for that book. Let me tell you, I wrote that book!"

While talking, the uncle brought the old mobile phone over and put it in front of Luo Xueyi's eyes.

Luo Xueyi glanced at it.

He found that on the screen of his mobile phone, on the bookshelf column of the Chinese website of the real starting point, the first row was "Sword Asking the Sky".

Luo Xueyi breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that this uncle is not a liar, he is really a writer.

However, Luo Xueyi still declined the writer's self-promotion:

"It's amazing, you are a great writer! But I'm really not interested in reading these fairy tales."

One looked at the uncle and Luo Xueyi chatting very enthusiastically, and also heard the conversation between the two.

Although the two spoke in a low voice, if one wanted to listen, he could hear anyone in this carriage.

He couldn't help wondering, how could a writer sell his works to strangers on the subway?
Hearing Luo Xueyi's refusal and the forced smile on his face, the middle-aged uncle persisted and said:
"It doesn't matter if you don't like watching Xianxia, ​​you can recommend it to your boyfriend!"

After finally agreeing to catch a little sister who is willing to take care of him, the middle-aged uncle decided to complete today's goal:
Get a follower a day!
Luo Xueyi was so entangled that she had no choice but to look at one for help.

One thought and one move.

Doesn't our company just need a writer right now?

When the uncle saw one, he stood up quickly and said, "What a handsome boyfriend! Please sit down!"

After speaking, he insisted on pulling one to sit on his seat.

One didn't want to talk about it, so he sat next to Luo Xueyi and said:
"We are short on time, and we will get off the bus soon. Great writer, leave me your mobile phone number, and I will read your masterpiece."

"Really? Great, thank you for your support!"

The middle-aged uncle hurriedly left his phone number to Yizun and asked to add WeChat.

At this time the subway arrived.

Yizun and Luo Xueyi stood up.

Seeing that the two were about to get out of the car, the middle-aged uncle shouted from behind as if he suddenly remembered:
"Remember, my name is Mao Quejiu!"

The two left the platform, Luo Xueyi said:
"That uncle is so strange. Do writers now sell their works like this? And why do you want to exchange mobile phone numbers with him? What if it's a liar?"

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and said:

"He's not a liar, he's a writer. I can tell he's a down-and-out writer at a glance."

After hearing this, Luo Xueyi also agreed:

"I just chatted with him because he didn't look like a bad person. It's pathetic to think about it. A writer has fallen to such a point."

"Yeah! With so many people watching, how much courage does he need to sell to you?
If it weren't for living in a very embarrassing situation, no one would do such a thing! "

Thinking of "Mao Quejiu"'s unshaven and thin face, puffy eyes and unkempt hair, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Then do you really know how to read his books? Who still has time to read novels now!"

Luo Xueyi asked.

She knew Yi Zun was very busy recently.

"Although he dressed poorly and did not groom himself, there was a glimmer of brilliance in his puffy eyes.

It was hope, perseverance, and the brilliance of aura.I think the works written by such a writer will not be too bad.

I'll watch it when I have time!"

A respectful answer to Luo Xueyi's question.

There was still a word in Yi Zun's heart that he didn't say:
It seemed that somewhere, this middle-aged uncle had some kind of destiny connection with himself.

(End of this chapter)