Chapter 11 The Little Prince
Chapter 11 The Little Prince
These nicknames deepened Wang Zixu's prejudice against Qun.
He understood why Zuo Ziliang asked him to change his pen name. His real name was too conspicuous among all these nicknames, like a zebra among a herd of camels.
After thinking for a long time, he decided to use his own name and combine it with his favorite fairy tale to give himself a brand new nickname:
little Prince.
Zuo Ziliang said: "Is it done? What's your new nickname? I'll edit a notification."
Wang Zixu told him the truth. After he finished speaking, Zuo Ziliang stared blankly for a while, then laughed out loud, making Wang Zixu very embarrassed.
"Your name is Little Prince? The nickname you gave yourself is Little Prince? Old Wang, you are already 30 this year, right? Aren't you too childish?"
Wang Zixu was a little annoyed: "The Little Prince was written by Saint-Exupéry when he was 42 years old. I am a generation younger than him. What's wrong with having a childlike innocence?"
Zuo Ziliang said: "That's not what I meant. I mean, you are 30 years old, and most of the speech therapists in our group are in their early 20s. I can understand that you want to try to come up with a nickname that fits the spiritual world of young people, but the name Little Prince sounds very pretentious, and people will think it's weird."
Wang Zixu felt inexplicably hurt.
“Is this weird?”
"To be honest, it's a bit weird."
Wang Zixu said: "You misunderstood me. I didn't intend to fit in with the spiritual world of young people. I just simply like this name..."
Zuo Ziliang said: "That's also weird."
"Ok."
Wang Zixu lowered his head and operated it for a while, then said to Zuo Ziliang:
"now what?"
Zuo Ziliang looked down and saw the new nickname he gave himself -
“The little prince uprooted the baobab tree.”
"..."
"Is it still weird now?"
"… Weird, but not that weird. Anyway, this name is fine."
"Then I'll call it that." The prince smiled falsely.
Zuo Ziliang looked at him with a complicated expression: "I thought you had no sense of humor."
"Ah?" Wang Zixu didn't understand why he had such an illusion. "It's not that I don't have a sense of humor, it's just that I'm always serious, and I don't have any money."
……
After Wang Zixu returned home, Zuo Ziliang immediately tagged everyone.
【@Everyone, I invited our script teacher @小王子倒拔宝面包树 to give a lecture to you tonight. It will start on time at 15 o'clock in the evening. After the start, I will turn on the mute function for everyone. You will have minutes after the class to ask questions. Please note that this course is an exclusive benefit for our core speech therapists. If you have paid for it, you are strictly prohibited from spreading the chat records. The script teacher is very busy, and private chats are strictly prohibited. Just attend the class on time after receiving it, and you don’t need to reply. 】
After sending this message to everyone, there was an uproar in the group, and then the entire screen was flooded with a large number of "received".
At this time, the operations team had just finished overtime, and Huang Da was sitting in a barbecue restaurant downstairs from the company with several colleagues for supper. When he saw the message in the group, he spat out the lamb skewers he had just chewed in his mouth and stared at the phone in shock.
When his colleague saw his expression, he quickly put down the kebab in his hand and asked, "What's wrong? The meat is not fresh?"
Huang Da said: "Fuck, the boss brought the script writer into the group and asked him to give lectures to the speech therapists!"
My colleague breathed a sigh of relief and said, “I thought it was something else… Holy shit? He brought the script writer in?”
Huang Da handed over the phone and pointed: "Look!"
Several heads gathered around in an instant.
Huang Da hugged his head. He had just mentioned the script team yesterday, and today the boss brought the real owner over. He even suspected that the boss had seen through his little tricks.
"The Little Prince uprooting a baobab tree. Why is this nickname so strange?" said a colleague, studying his phone.
Another colleague next to him glared at him and said, "What's so strange about this?"
"Don't you find it strange?"
"Why do you find it strange?" "How could the little prince pull up the baobab tree?"
"Can't people pull out the tree when it's still young?"
Another colleague joined the discussion and said, "Isn't this a typical double burden? This burden is well designed!"
Someone immediately agreed: "Yes, I just noticed it too, there is a sense of black humor in it."
Another person said: "What humor? Why can't I find any humor in this? I just feel it's a bit childish."
The colleague said, "How is that childish? Haven't you read The Little Prince?"
"Yes? But does having read The Little Prince have anything to do with this?"
"Then you must not have read "Water Margin"."
Everyone was discussing literature enthusiastically. Huang Da interrupted their conversation and said:
"That's enough. Is that the point? The point is the script writer! The boss has added him to the group!"
My colleagues calmed down and one said, "Yeah, we were discussing yesterday that this script writer is our core competitiveness, and today the boss exposed him. Are you really not afraid of being poached?"
"At least on the bright side, we know whether this scriptwriter is a team or a lone wolf. He is one person."
"Not necessarily. The boss only said 'invite a scriptwriter to join the group to give lectures', but didn't say 'this scriptwriter is our only scriptwriter'?"
"In short, the story about this scriptwriter is still confusing. Fortunately, we will get to know him soon."
Huang Da rubbed his cheeks for a while. Whenever he thought quickly, his face would get hot. At this time, he would rub his face with his hands to speed up the heat dissipation. His cat also inherited this habit. After experiencing the rapid thinking like an electric current, he had a flash of inspiration.
"I understand. I understand the boss's intention."
My colleagues gathered around and asked, "What do you understand?"
Huang Da said: "I can't be sure yet, but I should be able to verify my idea when I start teaching later."
He tapped the table with his fingers, half excited and half nervous, staring at the small characters "The Little Prince Uproots the Baobab Tree" on his phone, as if he wanted to see through the other person through the line of text on the screen.
……
At the same time, Wen Ai's small group of speech therapists was originally calm, but after the news came from the whole group, it was like throwing a stone into the lake, blowing up a bunch of people.
Sunny and cheerful Sakura: [We just talked about the script teacher yesterday, and today I can actually attend the class! I’m so happy! ]
Innocence Poet: [Yesterday I thought you would never meet a script writer in your life.]
Sunny and cheerful Sakura-chan: [(Angry.jpg) I'm not qualified, right? ]
Innocence Poet: [No, I originally thought that you could work on your own if you took the script writer with you, but now it seems that your boss may not think you have this ability.]
Sunny and cheerful Sakura: [So you overestimated me before, right? Anyway, why are you targeting me? Anyone could run away with the script writer? ? ]
The Diving Bird Thief: [What? You actually want to run away with the script writer? You are so bold! ]
Sunny and cheerful Sakura: [No one wants to run away with the scriptwriter! I just want to ask, how can I have a writing style as timeless as the scriptwriter. ]
The Diving Bird Thief: [You learned it and then replaced it, right? ]
Sunny and cheerful Sakura-chan: […How is that possible? ]
zed: [Even if Feiying wants to replace him, he can't. He can't learn his writing style. ]
Innocent Poet: [Although Sakura-chan's writing skills are not as good as others, he has his own advantages. If we fight, the opponent will definitely lose. ]
Sunny and cheerful Sakura: [You are all bullies. I won’t talk to you anymore. Humph.]
zed: [Fei Ying is gone. Now, does anyone have any idea what the little prince meant by uprooting the baobab tree? ]
No one responded to him for a long time. After a long time, there was a new message.
The Diving Bird Thief: [I think it probably refers to the little prince uprooting the baobab tree.]
……
(End of this chapter)