The Confucian Hall was bustling with people, 12,000 seats were full, and many people were standing in the corridors and on both sides of the walls, and there was a circle of students lying on their stomachs outside the windows.

Everyone was chatting quietly and waiting for the speech to begin, and everyone looked excited. For students who love literature, Jung Sung-hyun is undoubtedly their idol and goal, and what could be more inspirational than winning worldwide recognition and earning the title of 'master' at a young age with three high-level works?

What makes them even more excited and proud is that this young master is also an alumnus, so this lecture Dankook University not only came to Dankook University, but also many students from other majors, even if it is good to take a look at idols.

"Daihatsu ~~ So many people! Ernie, brother-in-law is amazing! Park Hyo-min lowered her head slightly and said excitedly to Quan Baolan on the side, in her opinion, it is already a great thing to be able to bring so many people together.

"What are you talking nonsense, don't let people hear you!" Quan Baolan looked around weakly, and was relieved to see that no one was paying attention to him.

They came here today to get permission from Kim Kwang-so, and offered to provide them with props and stylists to cover their faces. Such proactive assistance surprised Jeon Baolan, who had been worried that Kim Kwang-so would be haunted by the last sale and purchase agreement.

After some dressing, a few girls came to Dankook University silently, and they were not interested in academic speeches, as long as there were many people. And the fact that the situation did not disappoint them, if it weren't for the coquettishness and cuteness, they probably wouldn't even have a seat.

"Don't worry, who cares about us now! Besides, we've just debuted, so we haven't known so many people yet, okay? Ernie you're too careful! Park Ji-yeon waved her hand heartlessly, not feeling that what she had just said was inappropriate.

Xian Enjing looked at her with an embarrassed expression, and couldn't help but raise her hand and knock: "What do you mean that no one knows us?" Shut up if you can't speak! ”

Park Ji-yeon was stunned for a moment before she realized that she had said the wrong thing, and grabbed Li Juli next to her and pouted: "Ernie, she beat me again!" ”

"Don't make trouble, it's still necessary to dress up, we're here today to cheer for Oba. Not here to be in the limelight! Li Juli rubbed Park Ji-yeon's head dotingly and said softly.

Park Ji-yeon lowered her head so much to facilitate Li Juli, well-behaved like a kitten.

Xian Enjing glanced at it and pursed her lips: "Are you a cat?" Would you like Cyglioni to give you some dried fish? ”

"You want to care?" Park Ji-yeon replied unconvinced.

Xian Eunjing's eyebrows raised and she wanted to have a seizure, but Park Zhaoyan pulled her: "It's coming, it's coming!" ”

Everyone stopped this time and looked at the entrance excitedly.

Jung Sung-hyun's appearance silenced the conversation in the venue, and the eyes of young men and women followed his entrance.

The outfit prepared by Han Jiaren for Zheng Chengxian is really handsome. The tall figure is set off by the elegant fashion set off by the valuable clothes, the well-groomed broken hair bangs slightly cover his weak slender eyebrows, highlighting the eyes as bright as stars, the warm smile at the corner of the mouth and the handsome face perfectly interpret what is gentle as jade, what is a humble gentleman.

"So handsome!"

"The teacher is so handsome~" ......

In the venue, a group of girls clasped their hands in front of their chins and shouted like. There seemed to be a string of peach hearts floating out of his eyes.

A girl in the corner in blue shorts and a red plaid shirt muttered indignantly:

"Why are you wearing such a handsome outfit, Sao Bao!" As he spoke, he twisted the earphone cable in his hand angrily.

Jung Sung-hyun smiled and looked at everyone in the hall with clear and calm eyes, but behind the lectern that people couldn't see, the straight legs trembled slightly, and the shouting of so many people in unison really made him extremely nervous.

"Okay~ Please be quiet!" Zheng Chengxian coughed dryly twice and stretched out his hand to press down, signaling everyone to be quiet: "You praise me like this, I will be proud!" ”

Everyone laughed, and the humorous words narrowed the distance between each other!

"My name is ......," Jung Sung-hyun turned around and wrote his name crookedly on the blackboard, the font was clumsy and laughable.

"My handwriting isn't bad, right?" Jung Sung-hyun joked with himself.

Laughter rang out again in the venue, and I felt that this writer was not as strict as I imagined. Really a funny person.

"A lot of people have criticized my handwriting, and even said that I only need to work hard for two more years to catch up with the level of the third grade of primary school!" Zheng Chengxian shrugged: "But I want to say, now I write with a keyboard, what's so strange about ugly handwriting?" ”

With the first few jokes, Zheng Chengxian gradually relaxed, felt that his legs were no longer trembling, and slowly walked out of the lectern:

"Of course, I don't mean to encourage you not to practice calligraphy, in fact, it is necessary to practice fonts, first, to cultivate sentiment, and secondly, to exercise your patience."

"Then why don't I practice?" Jung Sung-hyun pointed at himself: "Because I'm an impatient person!" ”

"Whenever I have stories in my head, I can't wait to write them out, because I'm likely to forget them for a while! Then at this time, the handwriting will not reach the speed I require! ”

"Writing inspiration is ethereal, but it's real! When I'm inspired, I can type day and night until my wrists ache and I don't want to stop. When I was uninspired, I nibbled on an apple on the computer for a day, and in the end I couldn't write a word! ”

"Inspiration is undoubtedly very important for literature lovers, so is it impossible to write without inspiration? What exactly is inspiration? After speaking, he turned around and wrote the word 'inspiration' on the blackboard crookedly.

"Let's talk about inspiration today!" ……

Zheng Chengxian stood on the stage and talked eloquently, and the students in the audience wrote thoughtfully and wrote a record. A few girls still maintained the sunflower posture and looked at him stupidly.

"Ernie, brother-in-law is so handsome!" Park Hyo-min grabbed Jeon Baolan's arm tightly and shook it vigorously, as if he couldn't express his inner excitement in this way.

Quan Baolan frowned in pain: "Xiaomin, you scratched me!" ”

"Xiaomin, you worship Chengxian Oba so much, why don't you make him a second room!?" Park Ji-yeon teased with a wicked smile.

"What are you talking nonsense?" Xian Enjing reprimanded, and glanced at Quan Baolan worriedly.

"Cut~~ Just do it! I'm still afraid that you won't be able to" Park Hyo-min replied unconvinced with a puffed chest, and then hung on Quan Baolan's body like no bones: "Ernie won't bully me." Oh? ”

The last word changed its tone, and the delicate rush to the whole sapphire blue coquettishly.

Quan Baolan glanced at Park Hyo-min who was leaning on her body with disgust, and reached out to push her face away: "You are too heavy!" ”

"Hehe, rejected! Sapphire Oni won't allow others to rob his lover! Park Ji-yeon poked Park Hyo-min's scar in a low voice, and her face was full of pride.

"Hey~~~ It's a pity, why didn't I meet my brother-in-law first?" Park Hyo-min muttered in frustration, with a hint of regret in his tone.

Quan Baolan glanced at Park Hyo-min in surprise, a trace of nervousness flashed over her little face, and she quietly turned her head to look at Li Juli who was a little farther away.

Li Juli didn't seem to pay attention to the conversation of several people, staring at the podium without blinking, biting her lip and looking a little sad. Quan Baolan sighed secretly and turned his head to look at the dazzling Zheng Chengxian on the podium, feeling distressed in his heart.

This stinky Oba, even if you bully me, you still provoke Bao'er, and now you are harming Ju Li like this, why can't you provoke fewer girls?? Quan Baolan thought about this irritably, and twisted the corners of his clothes with hatred in his hands. (To be continued.) )