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Meng Zuo hung up the phone and lay on his bed, silent.

He had just taken off his makeup and wanted to take a good rest at home, but he was going to ask him to go to the Children's Writers' Association?

Busy with him, forget it.

He had long expected that the story of "Cinderella" would be popular, and the previous week that issue of "Little Tales Collection" sold even more than usual, but he didn't expect it to attract the attention of the writers' association so quickly, and it was only a week.

Meng Zuo never thought about writing any more works, and for this reason he had already resigned, so how could he still find him? He couldn't cry or laugh, he had to be busy recording programs and rehearsals every day for a month or so, and the Writers' Association here came to find him again, and he suddenly had no time to rest.

"My family Meng Zuo is no problem, let alone one person to deal with two things at the same time, even if it is two hundred things. Xiao Jiu encouraged Meng Zuo.

Meng Zuo didn't know how to respond to Xiao Jiu, he only felt that Xiao Jiu thought too highly of himself, but he still cleaned up a little, and then went to the Children's Association.

The Children's Writers' Association is not close to here, and listening to Team Leader Lin's tone that seems to be in a hurry, Meng Zuo gritted his teeth and rented a shared bicycle, and Kucha Kucha kicked over.

Ten minutes later.

Meng Zuo parked the car breathlessly, pondered on his mobile phone for a long time, pressed it with his eyes closed, and handed over the two yuan, accompanied by a trace of heartache.

Meng Zuo came to the gate of the Writers' Association, and Lin Meng was looking around outside the door, looking impatient.

"Team Leader Lin, I'm here. Meng Zuo walked over with a smile, revealing a harmless expression of humans and animals.

"Oh, you're here, didn't you tell you to hurry up?" Lin Meng hurriedly greeted him, pulled Meng Zuo and walked inside, saying that he was leaving, but he was almost about to fly.

"I'm coming by bike, and I'm already the fastest. Meng Zuo was pulled to walk briskly, and he had to talk to Lin Meng as he walked.

"What are you riding a bicycle for! Take a taxi!" When Lin Meng heard this, his whole body was about to be blown up, thinking to himself why this kid didn't take it seriously, this is a writer's association!

"I don't have any money......"

"Didn't I just pay you?"

"I rented a house, one thousand two months. ”

"Isn't that cheap!"

"Bet one pay three. ”

Lin Meng: "......"

When he came to the conference room, Meng Zuo saw a bunch of people who were at least his uncle sitting on chairs, looking at him in unison, like a cat seeing a mouse and a dog seeing...... Ah no, the bones are the same.

"Hello masters, I have heard of your names for a long time, and I am honored to be invited today. Meng Zuobi bowed respectfully, and then said such a set of words, Lin Meng next to him looked confused, he had never found that this kid was so civil.

This set of words was thought of by Meng Zuo on the road just now, and when he was ready, he would come again, and he would be a little more confident.

"Good, good, good boy. The chairman, who was sitting at the front, applauded twice, then beckoned to Meng Zuo and motioned for him to come over.

"You're the chairman. Meng Zuo could guess with his eyes closed, sitting in the middle and front, if he wasn't the chairman, could he still be a cleaner?

"See, the kid is smart. The chairman smiled even more, and couldn't wait for Meng Zuo to come to him.

Meng Zuo also obediently walked over, he was still wearing the same clothes as he had been rehearsed in the morning.

"Son, you wrote Cinderella. The chairman grabbed Meng Zuo's hand and said kindly.

"Yes, Chairman. Meng Zuo also said in a well-behaved tone.

"Don't call me chairman, just call me Mo Lao. The chairman looked at this young man, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, this person was also good-looking, and his voice was good-looking, no wonder he had the idea of becoming an artist, but fortunately he was caught back in time, "Yes, young man, you wrote this story well, and I heard Xiaomeng say, you can write another hundred articles?"

"Uh......" Meng Zuo was suddenly asked, at that time he didn't understand the rules of the prize pool, he was just bragging, but he didn't expect Lin Meng to give himself a word to slurp out.

Meng Zuo looked at Lin Meng with strange eyes, but Lin Meng didn't care, he was more excited than Meng Zuo, and kept urging: "Hurry up, the chairman asks you!"

This feeling reminded Meng Zuo of when he was a child, when relatives and friends came to visit his house during the Chinese New Year and asked him about his words, his parents urged him. It made Meng Zuo shiver.

"Ah, yes!" Meng Zuo closed his eyes, clenched his fists, stomped his feet, and broke the jar anyway.

"Good, amazing! It's really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers and has ambition. Chairman Mo laughed, but after laughing for a while, he stopped again.

"But kid, it's one thing to be ambitious, it's another thing to be talented, and I think you should show us what you're talented. ”

"Huh?" Meng Zuo was stunned for a moment, not understanding.

"Can you show us what you're capable of? We don't ask too much, just be there and write us an impromptu children's story. ”

Everyone else took a deep breath and wrote impromptu stories, this is the first level to enter the Writers' Association, I don't know how many famous writers have been planted here, and now Mo Lao actually uses such standards to treat a child in his early twenties?

Isn't this deliberately embarrassing for him?

"Don't be nervous, just relax, just write casually. Mo Lao said softly.

Isn't this like a fart! Meng Zuo had already scolded Mo Lao eight hundred and sixty times in his heart, this old man looked quite kind, but he didn't expect to be so black-bellied. If I write casually, I'll be done!

Meng Zuo remained calm on the surface, thinking of a solution.

In fact, it's not that he can't write, but in this current situation, it seems that he can only write by hand, but his handwriting is not very good-looking, if he is seen by so many great writers, his initial impression in the literary world will drop a lot of points. So, if you can't write by hand, you can't write by hand.

"But where do I write it?" Meng Zuodu was about to cry, and he put on a smiling face.

"I'll go get you paper and a pen!" Unexpectedly, the problem that Meng Zuo had just discovered was directly settled by Lin Meng, and this grandson was going out to get a pen and paper.

"Don't bother. Mo Lao waved his hand, he didn't know when he took out a remote control in his hand, Mo Lao pointed the remote control at the white wall behind, pressed the button, and the wall behind suddenly pulled out the curtain from above, and the projector above directly reflected the image of a word document.

Then, Chairman Mo took out a keyboard from the drawer, turned on the switch, tried to type a few words, confirmed that there was no problem, and after being able to cast it on the curtain, he handed the keyboard to Meng Zuo, still maintaining a kind smile and said, "Just write with this." ”

Meng Zuo almost cursed.

"What the hell can meow?"