Those who can read are writers [Interstellar]

Sang Wen in the room was already accustomed to the sound of the wrestling pot, and he usually ignored it.And this time, the reason why he had to stop writing the manuscript and come out of the room——

It was Tubaba's scream.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

When Sang Wen walked in front of Tu Baba, Tu Baba was still blushing, covering his heart with one hand and mouth with the other, and even began to jump around a little.

What he did was no less than that of a Huaichun girl who saw her idol male god, lost her mind for a while and couldn't say anything, and even the voice she made was chaotic and sharp.

Seeing Sang Wen coming out, the young boy seemed to be a little scared. He walked quickly behind Sang Wen with small steps, hid himself, stretched out his slender and fair fingers, and grabbed Sang Wen's waist tenderly and carefully. clothes corner.

It can't be called "catch", at most it's "pinched", with a little bit of quiet temptation.

Sangwen turned his head slightly, and met his eyes.

His watery and black eyes stared straight at Sangwen, as if thousands of lights were shining into his eyes, and then all the light was presented to Sangwen.

Such beautiful eyes...

Sang Wen's Adam's apple moved up and down.

It made him suddenly want to write a tribute and a poem to such beautiful eyes.

"What are you doing?" Sangwen came back to his senses, protected the little boy, and turned to Tu Baba.

Tu Baba calmed down a bit now, seeing that the young boy was very afraid of people, he subconsciously lowered his voice a bit: "Well...won't you introduce me?"

Sang Wen has a slender figure, covering the young boy tightly.

His face is very bookish and handsome, and his expression is very majestic when he sinks down.

At this moment, he just looked at Tu Baba with this expression, and his voice didn't fluctuate or warm: "My brother. What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing." Tu Baba was grinning, and just as he was about to say something more, he saw the young man tugging at the corner of Sang Wen's clothes lightly.

It is soft with a bit of a spoiled taste.

It wasn't the first day that Sang Wen was with him. Just by his expression, one could tell that his mental power was almost exhausted, and he couldn't maintain his current state anymore.

Then he grabbed the boy's wrist and went straight out the door.

Walking to a remote place without cameras, surveillance, AI services and no one, Sang Wen let go of the boy's delicate wrist.

"It's already very powerful." Sangwen comforted him in a coaxing tone, "The little fat man and the little girl who came to see me at the beginning, their mental power is even weaker, so weak that the AI ​​robot can't even interact with me, a human being. Discovery. And you can already be seen by others, which means that your spiritual power is higher than theirs."

Little boy: ...and, not very happy.

He looked aggrieved.

Seeing his unhappy and suffocated appearance, Sang Wen couldn't help but chuckled softly in his throat.

After the boy disappeared outside, Sang Wen naturally came back and explained to Tu Baba that the boy had gone back to his residence.

It's not nonsense, it's all true.

"He looks so fucking good-looking." Tu Baba looked like he was recalling, with a vicious tone, "How did he grow up? How could he be so good-looking, Wori. Why can't I look like that?"

Sang Wen: ... Heh.

After Tubaba accepted that Sang Wen had a furry pet of unknown species, Maobula, and a younger brother who worked nearby and was reluctant to part with his elder brother, so he often visited and cooked for his elder brother but couldn’t hold a pot, Zhou Wenli also arrived. Register at Federal College.

Sang Wen and Zhou Wenli's contact was not pleasant, or Sang Wen didn't feel anything, but Zhou Wenli's unilateral double unpleasantness.

Because Zhou Wenli seemed a little bit aggressive just by looking at it.

When walking, he raised his chin and pointed his head, looking defiant.

After only saying hello to Sangwen and Tubaba, he said to Tubaba, who was familiar with him, smiling and bullying: "Since everyone is studying in the Department of Ancient Chinese Language and Literature, you are honored to pay a visit to me. work?"

Tu Baba didn't hear clearly for a while, and hurriedly waved his hands: "Hey, what can I do...Huh? Huh?"

He came to his senses, and his expression began to be indescribable: "...Wait a minute, you mean me, I worship you?"

Zhou Wenli nodded calmly and slowly, with an expression of course, it should be so, Tu Baba began to feel that something was wrong.

Tu Baba's expression became even weirder.

He glanced at Sang Wen, saw that Sang Wen was still expressionless, and swallowed the sentence "Who am I going to you?" and changed it to: "Uh...no need."

"Then what do you usually read?" Zhou Wenli disapproved, "You don't want to read, do you?"

When it came to the end, his expression was full of disapproval, a slight sense of superiority, and a little disgust.

Tu Baba really wanted to say "None of your business" to him, or shouted loudly "Why don't you know who my grandpa is? I don't study".

But in order to be able to pass the four years of college safely, Tu Baba didn't want to quarrel with others at the first meeting.

He replied dryly: "Uh... I usually read articles on Yuntu... recently I was reading "Dragon Slaying Art" written by Wen Wenming..."

Sang Wen at the side picked up the Hongguoguo served by the dorm robot, and took a bite.

Sang Wen didn't understand, Sang Wen didn't know, Sang Wen was just a student waiting for the school to start formally.

Tu Baba didn't know the enmity between Zhou Wenli and "Dragon Slayer".But Zhou Wenli's face turned cold in an instant.

"Heh!" Zhou Wenli let out a contemptuous sneer from his nose, which immediately wiped out Tu Baba's agreeable look, "What's so good about this kind of writing? It has no nutritional content, no profound connotation, and boring."

Tubaba: "..."

Sang Wen: "Crack, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah."

"It's not big brother." Tu Baba had a look of convincing you, "You've seen it too, what's the matter? You said "Dragon Slaying Art" has no nutritional content, I think it is too little knowledge introduction and discussion; You said that "Dragon Slayer" has no profound connotation, and I agree, after all, it does not analyze matter and dissect emotion."

"But you say it's boring. Boring? I don't quite get it."

Tu Baba raised one corner of his lips and smiled.With a bit of hostility and even ridicule: "I don't think it's boring."

The atmosphere was somewhat tense and stiff.

At this moment, Zhou Wenli rolled his eyes greatly.

"How many books have you read? You haven't seen many good things, and you can talk about whatever you find. This is not what we students in the Department of Ancient Chinese Language and Literature should do."

Zhou Wenli sighed pretentiously, "Hey... you can't do this."

"After all, we are from the Faculty of Letters. You should know about the Federal Short Story Contest, right? My work has passed the preliminary round. Tsk, meaningless things like "Dragon Slaying Technique", written by civilized writers, I'm afraid I dare not even submit a manuscript.”

It's not that Zhou Wenli doesn't know how popular "Dragon Slaying Art" is on Yuntu now, nor does he know how popular "Slaying Dragon Art" is with its subscriptions, and how popular it is now with countless people giving it stars.

But he is not reconciled, he is not happy.

So he likes to act aggressive in front of everyone who mentions "Dragon Slaying Art".

You say it looks good?

Oh, it means you don’t understand, it means you are uneducated!I am a person who can pass the preliminary round of the Interstellar Federation competition. I think it is rubbish. Do you still think it looks good?

Then you are too low-end!

Every time Zhou Wenli did this, he felt a great sense of satisfaction and accomplishment.

So he didn't hold back today, and he also found a sense of presence in front of his roommates, trying his best to prove that he is excellent or powerful.

You know, anyway, there is no one who knows the inside story, how can someone tell civilization that someone hacked you?

Sang Wen gnawed on the fruit: Kacha Kacha.

Zhou Wenli kept on saying, "After all, this is an official competition. It's okay to fail, but to be ridiculed on the official website as a negative example... Hahahaha, it's not good, is it? Something that can't be put on the table, oops , just can’t get on the stage.”

On the one hand, Tu Baba's favorite works were belittled, and on the other hand, he was insulted.

As if being punched in the heart, he almost didn't come up in one breath, and was so angry that he turned around and left.

At this time, Sang Wen finished eating Hongguoguo.

With the help of the intelligent host robot, he cleaned his hands and spoke in a calm tone.

"His grandfather is Tu Weiwei. How many books do you think he has read? How about you ask his grandfather?"

Zhou Wenli was stunned.

There was disbelief in his eyes that almost overflowed his eyes, and he stared at Tu Baba who turned to leave.

Tu Baba didn't leave either, stood still, and dusted his cuffs.

He stopped smiling, and looked back at Zhou Wenli expressionlessly.

Tu Weiwei, a contemporary writer, thinker, and revolutionist.

He is the pioneer of ideological emancipation of the Federation, the founder of contemporary literary creation, and the great mentor of all new human beings.

During the period of knowledge control during the war between the Empire and the Federation, Tu Weiwei vigorously advocated the revival of literature and the revival of literary carriers, successfully hosted paper magazines such as "Hope", "Future", and "Distant Place", and actively spread various advanced revolutionary ideas^ , And trained countless heroes for combat.

The current president of the Federation once said: Without Tu Weiwei's outstanding contribution, the war would definitely continue for another generation.

He is known as the spiritual soul of the Federation.

The most important thing is that after the arrival of peacetime, Tu Weiwei mentioned more than once in various interviews that his grandson has a very high literary talent, and he has a high regard for his grandson who was born in peacetime. Standards and strict requirements also placed great expectations on him.

This gifted child who was educated with high standards and strict requirements was the one who was ridiculed by Zhou Wenli 30 seconds ago for "haven't read a few books" and "never seen good things"——

Tubaba.

The author has something to say: Zhou Wenli: Hey, there are two rookies here, I want to pretend to be aggressive!

Sang Wen: My online novelist's short story rookie vest is flying.

Tubaba: My grandfather is Star Lu Xun.

Zhou Wenli: Three people in one dormitory... So I'm the only one who's a rookie...

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