Entertainment: Becoming a superstar from the yearning

Compared with the per capita consumption of hundreds of dollars in restaurants, the canteen is much cheaper, especially the canteen in Beiying is subsidized, and it only costs less than 50 for two people to order a bunch of dishes.

After eating and returning to the dormitory, Ye Chen uploaded 50 chapters of the novel, and then opened the document code.

The crew of "Three Kingdoms" may start up at any time, and there will be no free time to write novels at that time. Taking advantage of the energy now, I will quickly finish writing the remaining 330 chapters of Doupa.

He learned from Yan Jun that another roommate, that is, Ah Hao, had originally told Yan Jun that he would come here today, but due to the effect of his special physique, his flight was delayed and he probably wouldn't arrive until tomorrow.

As he became more and more proficient at coding, he was able to focus on two tasks, and even chatting with Yan Jun would not affect his coding efficiency.

Although Ye Chen was in a hurry to end the battle and save his energy for filming and recording songs, he didn't rush too much. He wrote 50 chapters, and the time came to the early morning.

Ye Chen breathed a sigh of relief and turned his head to take a look.

At some point, Yan Jun, who was chatting beside him, lay down on the bed, and he also brought in the quilt that he had put out to dry.

When everyone went out for practice, they did not take away daily necessities such as sheets, pillows, quilts, etc., so there was no need to worry about not being able to sleep.

Shaking his head, Ye Chen also went to bed to rest.

Sleeping in the early morning, starting at 7 o'clock, he is used to this routine of life.

In the morning, Yan Jun was lying on the bed looking up at the sky, Ye Chen said goodbye to him, and took a taxi to the Writers Association.

After registering at the front desk, the little beauty heard that Ye Chen was looking for the president, first confirmed with the internal phone, and then told Ye Chen the floor location of the president's office.

Ye Chen thanked him and took the elevator according to the instructions. Just as the door opened, a young man stood outside the elevator, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Ye Chen?"

"Ah."

"Hello, I am President He's assistant. The President is waiting for you in the reception room."

The young man introduced himself and led Ye Chen to the reception room.

Through the glass door, Ye Chen saw a middle-aged and elderly man with graying hair sitting inside, and pushed the door open, "Hello, President He."

"You are Ye Chen?"

He Wenxiang looked over and said with a smile: "Although I have seen your photos on the Internet, I still can't imagine. You are so young, you know so much history."

"...My grandfather forced me to learn it." Ye Chen said after a pause.

The first time is raw and the second time is familiar, Ye Chen doesn't care about asking grandpa to take the blame a few more times.

He Wenxiang nodded appreciatively. Since ancient times, literature has never been the first. Ye Chen can personally inherit the virtue of humility of literati, which is a rare advantage in contemporary young people.

"Well, let's not talk about the old man, that's not my business, let's talk about you."

He Wenxiang pointed to the application form on the desktop, "Fill out the application form, it's a process, and, give me your ID card, a copy is required to apply for the Writers Association."

The higher authorities did approve Ye Chen's application to join the Writers' Association, but the state unit still had to go through a process.

After receiving the ID card, He Wenxiang handed it to his assistant to make a copy, and when he was free, he sent a text message to Chen Guohui, informing him that Ye Chen had arrived.

After getting the reply, he stood behind Ye Chen, watched Ye Chen fill out the form, pointed to the column of family information and said, "Parents' work units must be filled out truthfully."

Ye Chen double-checked it carefully, a little confused, and said to himself: "That's right, my parents are farmers."

"Sure?"

"Sure and sure!"

Ye Chen made a swearing promise!
Feeling a little helpless, I knew I would go back to my hometown and bring my household registration book. From auditions to filling out application forms, bringing a household registration would have solved many troubles!

Seeing that Ye Chen was full of confidence, He Wenxiang was reluctant to ask questions, and reminded: "Then you continue to fill in, remember, the information must be accurate, you can ask me if you don't understand, if you fill in randomly, I won't be able to help you after the final review .”

Ye Chen nodded and squeaked.

Soon, the application form was filled out, and the assistant came in with a copy, accompanied by a haggard man who looked to be about the same age as He Wenxiang.

As soon as the man saw Ye Chen, he immediately became full of energy. He gritted his teeth and said, "You are Ye Chen?"

Ye Chen took the ID card handed over by his assistant, stepped lightly, stood behind He Wenxiang, and said forcefully, "I am Ye Chen!"

"Old He, let me let him experience the joy of dark circles!"

Chen Guohui was gearing up, a bone-chilling chill emanating from his body.

He has obsessive-compulsive disorder. In order to study whether the life experiences of several historical figures mentioned by Ye Chen are consistent with the poems, he left the Writers Association yesterday and begged his father and grandma to borrow more than ten people to study without sleep all night.

Judging from the current progress, it will take two or three weeks for this state to end. If everything goes well, if the research encounters obstacles, this time will be extended indefinitely!
"Guohui, it's almost done, you want to study it so fast, and Ye Chen didn't force you."

He Wenxiang stopped Chen Guohui, turned his head and introduced to Ye Chen: "This is Chen Guohui, a talent who specializes in studying historical figures. He is responsible for verifying the authors involved in your ancient poems."

Ye Chen obediently walked up from behind He Wenxiang, grinned and said, "Hello, Uncle Chen, Uncle Chen has worked hard."

"I……"

Seeing Ye Chen's big white teeth, Chen Guohui gradually wanted to put his joke into action, secretly thinking that it would be fun to smash Ye Chen's teeth with a punch!
But anyway, he stretched out his hand not to hit the smiling face, and this was still in He Wenxiang's territory, so he had to grit his teeth, force a smile, and spit out two words: "Hello!"

Ye Chen's smile became even brighter, and he said sweetly, "Please trouble Uncle Chen, I will definitely not cause you any trouble in the future."

You still know how to trouble me!
The more Chen Guohui thought about it, the more angry he became. He rolled his eyes and said with a smile to He Wenxiang: "The newcomer you accepted is a good-looking talent at a young age. It's not bad, but it's a pity..."

Chen Guohui's desire to speak stopped He Wenxiang's appetite, and he hurriedly asked, "What's the pity?"

"It's a pity that he also knows that these three or five ancient poets are not enough for me to study for a month, tsk tsk, what a pity."

Chen Guohui shook his head and sighed softly, his loss was beyond words.

Seeing his expression, Ye Chen twitched the corner of his mouth.

Itchy skin again?

I was disgusted at him, and Ye Chen's anger almost disappeared, but he still came!
"Then you can't blame me, students, you need to find Comrade Chen Guohui!"