Ichiro Yamada's heart is broken.

Liu Wenxi's heart was also broken.

The two of them had been sitting together in the middle of the third row, in an excellent location, but now they quietly began to move their hips and burrow themselves into the corner.

Fortunately, there are still many people who have not yet sat down, and their sudden change of position did not attract anyone's attention, and as for the bored Yanyun Songzi behind the podium, he will not care about these two people.

In fact, Ichiro Yamada and Liu Wenxi are thinking too much.

With Songzi's character, she won't stare at it anymore after letting the other party know that she is wrong, and her explanation is "Shit is not a mosquito, why should I chase and fight." ”

So.

She didn't even remember Liu Wenxi's name.

As for Ichiro Yamada, she has long forgotten who he is, she only remembers that she taught a yellow-haired gangster some time ago, that's all, but there are not ten or eight yellow-haired hairs she has kicked before, why do you remember it, it's not a wife.

This first class in the afternoon was not so much a lecture as a casual conversation between the lecturers, writers' associations, professors of the Department of Chinese at Tokyo University, and writers and students who were invited to give lectures at the seminar.

After all, it is the first online writers' seminar, and various forms are indispensable, in addition to Gu Wenzhe, Yanyun Songzi, Kawashima Zhener and others who have to say a few sentences one by one, they also have to talk about the future of online literature and point out the passionate words.

Just like middle school students speak under the national flag every Monday morning.

There is a lot of long-winded nonsense, which makes people drowsy.

But you can't go up and beat him, so it's annoying.

The photographer on the side wanted to take photos of the writers and students listening carefully to the class as a record, and they were originally going to take pictures of the important people on the podium, but Gu Wenzhe specially asked the photographer not to take pictures of the crazy young man, so the camera only turned on the writers and students.

“…… What is the connotation of literature? It's the thoughts, it's the positive energy you want to express, it's your ......"

A member of the Writers' Guild sat at the back of the podium and spat into the microphone.

Looking at his expression, I'm afraid that he will say hi while talking, and he can't stop for half an hour.

Yanyun Songzi actually couldn't understand why this kind of traditional literary writer's association members appeared here.

This is obviously a seminar for online literature authors, so let a person who writes physical books come here to do nothing!

If the writers present listened to his words and really began to pour high-level things into the novel, then it would be a spiral to heaven, I am afraid that they will not be able to pounce on their waists for the rest of their lives, and can only look at their own 7 or 8 equals, pretentiously and self-deceptively, saying that "it is all to blame for the reader's aesthetic is not high enough" and "it is all the fault of the world".

But on this kind of formal occasion, she can't say a few words to express her feelings when she sees a stupid man.

So.

She can only choose to express her dissatisfaction with her actions.

Thereupon.

At the back of the podium.

Everyone "seemed to be very serious" listening to the advice of the member of the Writers' Association.

She was the only one who silently took out her mobile phone, playing with her mobile phone openly and openly in front of more than 100 people.

Isn't it fun and laughing...... Gu Wenzhe and Kawashima Zhenji beside her both poked her shoulders, and she didn't feel it.

"Crazy boy is playing with his mobile phone...... a writer student whispered.

"Seems so."

"How bold you are...... Why, why does this photographer keep pointing the camera at us, I don't dare to bend my waist! ”

"That's a great god, she plays with her mobile phone, who can give an opinion? And it's understandable that the crazy boy is so young, playing with his mobile phone, and I often deserted in class when I was in school. ”

"Can the photographer of this dog day stop shooting, he shot me so empty, I don't dare to read the novel, I just heard that I like a salted fish book and said ......"

Yes.

She's crazy!

Who would dare to give an opinion on her behavior playing with her mobile phone?

Although online literature is forced to be low and the threshold is low.

But.

In terms of status, she is not much higher than the blind member of the Writers' Association, and there is no comparison between the two!

Even if the madman is disrespectful, the member of the writers' association can't say anything.

What's more, the members of the writers' association were immersed in their speeches, spitting all over their mouths, and they didn't notice that the people next to them were bored playing with their mobile phones.

Moreover, looking at his elated appearance, I am afraid that several writer students in the front row have more or less saliva on the faces of this benevolent brother.

Alas.

It can't be helped.

You say you can't hold an umbrella on this occasion, right?

That's disrespectful.

The students in the front row could only swallow their anger.

After the nonsense of the members of the Writers Association ended, the professors of the Chinese Department of Tokyo University, as well as other great lecturers, spoke a lot faster, and the content was also very concise, most of them were one sentence, and it could be seen that others were also tired of listening.

"Just listen to the class." Matsuko said this when he got the microphone.

"Gone?" Gu Wenzhe was shocked, although the others were also concise, but at least they also said something.

You're the main thing, how can you finish it in one sentence?

Even the Blood Tyrant Sword God said it took three minutes to put down the microphone!

Don't you know how many people come to you for the seminar?

And then.

Editor-in-chief Gu frantically squeezed his eyes at Songzi, meaning to let her say a few more words, and he blinked his eyelids.

"It's gone." Matsuko said.

And then.

She looked into his eyes and said in surprise, "Editor-in-chief Gu, your eyelids are jumping, have you been beaten?" ”

Because she still has the microphone in her hand.

Thereupon.

As the amplification of the sound spreads, the words echo throughout the lecture hall.

It sounds nihilistic and ethereal—

"Editor-in-chief Gu, your eyelids are jumping, have you been beaten......

"Your eyelids are jumping, have you been beaten......"

"Are you being beaten...... you're jumping?"

"Have you been beaten......

There was silence in the classroom.

More than 100 people: "......"

Even the photographer looked at it in shock.

"......" Gu Wenzhe.

It's really shameless.

Oh yes.

If it weren't for your young age, even if you were a great god, you wouldn't be able to forgive it so easily!

People also have tempers!

Gu Wenzhe doesn't remember how it ended in the end.

Because there is actually nothing to say later, it is nothing more than to continue to talk about two sentences, and then explain the problem of classification, divide different writer students into three classes, a class of about 30 people, and then the six great god lecturers, including Yanyun Songzi and Kawashima Zhenji, will each take a one-day course in the next two days, teaching these students the experience of writing online articles.

These classes are held in other classrooms, and no one will be filming or listening to the lectures, so these great instructors can play to their heart's content and have nothing to worry about.

A full hour and a half.

The first lesson of nonsense is finally over.

The writers and students got up and walked out, and Yamada Ichiro and Liu Wenxi also hurriedly blended into the crowd and walked out with the large army, for fear of being seen by Matsuko.

But in reality, even if she sees it, nothing will happen.

Because she couldn't remember where these two came from.

There is a special person at the door to guide them to the forest hotel at the entrance of the University of Tokyo, and the food and lodging arranged for them by the wealthy China Literature Group are in that forest hotel, although it is not a five-star enjoyment, but it is already the top treatment for a person like Yamada Ichiro who has a salary of less than 2,000 yuan, and I am afraid that the White House is also so luxurious.

Yanyun Matsuko was about to get up and leave, and then was stopped by Kawashima Jinji.

"Crazy Shao, I'm going to have dinner with Editor-in-Chief Gu, can you also enjoy your face?" He said.

……

Six o'clock in the afternoon.

On the second floor of the Forest Hotel, which was almost chartered by China Literature, the writers and students who came to eat chartered the entire second floor.

There is a table in the corner that is the focus of attention of all the writers, consciously or unconsciously.

Because the editor-in-chief, Gu Wenzhe, as well as the Blood Tyrant Knife and the Crazy Shao, sat at that table.

There are a total of three people at this small table, one editor-in-chief, and two platinum writers, which can be described as the pinnacle meeting of the online literature industry, and even the other four great god lecturers are not qualified to participate in this.

If we use another analogy.

The status of the other four great god lecturers is probably equivalent to that of Generalissimo Kim of North Korea.

And this table is Putin, Trump, and Prometheus, three celebrities of the Pu family, who are bragging about fighting landlords.

Ordinary people simply can't join in.

"Crazy Shao, what do you drink?" After taking a seat, Gu Wenzhe asked.

"Let's drink, mad young teacher...... How about just some juice? Kawashima Zhenji looked at the scenery outside the window and couldn't help but smile when he heard it.

"Are you underestimating me! Don't confuse me with those yellow-haired little girls, bastard. "Sitting at the dining table, the pine nuts hold their heads high, and their smooth black hair pours down on the back of their heads, like a proud, lonely, sharp-toothed little black swan (or little mouse, little poisonous snake).

"Uh......" The two of them were startled by her sudden outburst.

Suddenly, she remembered something.

Yes, you all know what it is.

So she quickly wilted again, from a lonely little black swan to a defeated little hen, "When, of course, it's juice, what do you want!" I'm an underage girl! ”

Gu Wenzhe, Kawashima Zhenji: "......"

Then you're still standing tall and high-spirited!

Could it be to show off the pectoralis major muscles?