Chapter 115 Zhongshan Wolf

Chapter 115 Zhongshan Wolf

Chapter 115 Zhongshan Wolf (8063)

Wang Zixu couldn't explain how he felt when he saw Chen Qingluo again, just as Li Bai couldn't explain why looking up at the bright moon made him think of his hometown.

Fortunately, no one in this world needed his answer about the reunion. People's attention was focused on Mingyue, and no one noticed that there was a person sitting in the shadows with a bitter heart.

Fortunately, no one noticed. Wang Zixu was not a man like Florentino Ariza who liked to add drama to himself. He would not have dated 622 lovers and still firmly believed that he was waiting for Fermina Daza.

Over the years, he lived his life according to the routine, got married and worked, and none of this had anything to do with Chen Qingluo. The two of them lived their own lives in different places. They were just passers-by, and they should be just passers-by. He strictly adhered to his identity as a passer-by and suppressed the strong fluctuations in his heart.

But he still couldn't help but sigh: Chen Qingluo has grown up. Her height is the same as before, not much different from high school, but her appearance has changed slightly. There is an old saying in Xihe to describe this situation, called "growing up".

Her facial features did not change much, but the childishness on her face disappeared, and her whole charm became mature, graceful, and more attractive. The plump parts of her body became straighter, and the protruding parts became more curved.

From her gaze, one can still find the shadow of the past. She squinted her eyes lazily, as if she had not woken up yet, and looked at someone with a sidelong glance, which often made people feel that she was very cold, but not annoying. In the past, she always stared at Wang Zixu with this look, making him feel guilty and doubt whether he had done something wrong.

She was wearing a Hanfu of the same style as Ning Chunyan but in a different color. She was more suited to this outfit in terms of temperament. This was also the reason for the cheers from the audience just now. When she first appeared on stage, it would be easy for people who didn't know her to think she was a star.

"Wow." Zhao Peilin, who was sitting next to Wang Zixu, shook his head and exclaimed, "She looks really good in this dress. It doesn't remind us of her aggressive look before."

"Aggressive?" Wang Zixu turned his head and asked doubtfully.

"Yes, when she took the manuscript in front of Professor Zhong, she was like a lioness." Zhao Peilin turned around and smiled, "You are very familiar with her, right?"

Hearing this question, Wang Zixu felt mixed emotions and said with a wry smile: "I don't know her."

Zhao Peilin didn't expect this answer, and his eyes widened as he asked, "You're still pretending. How could you not know her?"

"Why do you think I know her?"

"Who do you think she's acting like a lioness for? Isn't it just for you?"

Wang Zixu felt that the space around him was distorting and the flashy background of the stage was rapidly moving away from him.

"for me?"

"Yes, your manuscript was not selected before, so she and Ning Chunyan came all the way to find Professor Zhong and force your manuscript in. If she hadn't insisted, you might not be sitting here."

Zhao Peilin began to chatter about what happened that day. He said that he was reading a paper to Professor Zhong that day, and Ning Chunyan and Chen Qingluo suddenly came, just like Zhang Yide and Zhao Zilong in Changbanpo, one blocked the water and broke the bridge, and the other went in and out seven times, and they fought well together. And he was like Xiahou En, who came and gave him the Qinggang sword, and the manuscript he had written with great difficulty became a wedding dress for Wang Zixu.

Halfway through listening, Wang Zixu began to daydream, or to him, language no longer had any real meaning. It was as if someone had broken an egg deep in his heart, and the cool egg liquid flowed from his heart to his limbs, making him feel very comfortable on this hot summer night. His brain was completely filled with ambiguous emotions.

Ning Chunyan did not tell Wang Zixu that there was another person named Chen Qingluo in their operation. She wanted to tell him. But Chen Qingluo said that she did not know Wang Zixu, and Wang Zixu also said that he did not know Chen Qingluo. So Ning Chunyan thought that she might as well not tell him. The two would meet sooner or later, so she would introduce them to each other when they met. So Wang Zixu learned the news without any psychological preparation.

The summer night breeze gently caressed his cheeks, and he felt an irrepressible throbbing in his heart. The gust of wind that crossed the playground 12 years ago finally blew back to his face.

He looked towards the stage, at Chen Qingluo, who was sitting lazily on a chair with her legs stretched out, doing nothing. The staff were walking around her, preparing for an interview.

He suddenly thought, would she discover him?

Wang Zixu is 1.8 meters tall and sits in the first three rows. If she looks over here, she will definitely notice Wang Zixu.

He was not confident that Chen Qingluo would recognize him at first sight, after all, he had also "grown up". But he prayed in his heart, hoping that Chen Qingluo would at least look over here, even just once, so that their eyes would meet.

But Chen Qingluo sat on the bright stage, the only light source in the vast night, like the bright moon hanging high in the sky. Wang Zixu mingled among the crowds of people in the audience. From beginning to end, she never looked over here.

……

"Now we begin the third round of assessment and scoring for the Xihe Literary Competition. This is also the last round of assessment. The result of this assessment will determine the ranking of the essays in this competition. I hope that all the judges can give their scores in a fair, just, sincere and tolerant manner.

"The scoring method uses a 0-100 percentage system, with a total of 7 judges. The final score will be calculated by removing the highest score and the lowest score, and taking the average score into the total score. The ranking is based on the total score.

"The first place winner won the first prize of the literary competition. The other winners were one second prize, one third prize, and two excellent prizes.

"The scoring order is drawn by lot, and the scores are given by the teachers present after reading. Before all the scores are formed, the judges are not allowed to reveal their own scores to avoid affecting the judgment of other teachers. After all the scores are generated, the scores will be calculated uniformly. Once the scores are formed, they cannot be changed.

"The scoring will be conducted under the joint supervision of the judging panel and the observation team to ensure a fair and just scoring process."

After the staff read out the scoring rules, Li Tingfang waved his hand and said to the judges at the long table, "To ensure the fairness of the literary competition, we have also invited Mr. Yan Zishan to join the judging panel. However, Mr. Yan's scoring weight is the same as everyone else's, so I hope everyone will treat it with caution and take their scoring seriously."

Everyone looked at Yan Zishan beside Li Tingfang. Yan Zishan stretched out his hand and simply greeted everyone. Shen Qingfeng gave him a bright smile, but he ignored it.

Li Tingfang added: "It will take a long time to finish 10 manuscripts, so be prepared for a protracted battle. Let's start as soon as possible. Finally, I emphasize again that when you score, you must be objective and fair, especially exclude factors other than literature."

Hearing this, the judge Mr. Liu narrowed his eyes, Mr. Fan remained silent, Yan Zishan folded his arms and said nothing, Ning Chunyan glanced at Shen Qingfeng, and Shen Qingfeng yawned.

The staff member picked up the lottery ticket box on the table and shook it in full view of everyone.

Finally, the bamboo stick fell out of the stick tube, and the staff picked it up and read in a broadcast tone:

“Specially invited article by Nanjing University, “A Safe Road Ahead”, author: Wang Zixu.”

Hearing this name, Shen Qingfeng's face changed slightly, and Ning Chunyan's heart began to beat. The staff quickly sent the manuscript to everyone.

Shen Qingfeng held the manuscript, and his tone was somewhat skeptical: "Is this a special invitation manuscript from Nanjing University?"

He felt that the author's name sounded very familiar, or rather, very familiar. If it was the Wang Zixu he knew, he should not appear here at all.

He looked at Ning Chunyan with a suspicious look, but he only saw her lowering her head and playing with her hair with her hands, with no different expression.

Li Tingfang said: "This is also the longest manuscript in the third round, and even the longest manuscript among all the essays collected in the literary gathering."

Teacher Liu smiled bitterly and held up the manuscript: "It's 4 words long, and it's this thick even if it's printed on A paper. It's a tough battle from the beginning."

"But it's better to tackle it right from the start than to tackle it when you're dizzy. I can't imagine how exhausted I'll be if I'm the last one to review this one."

"Let's get started as soon as possible."

Ning Chunyan secretly groaned inwardly.

Wang Zixu was always unlucky. With a one in ten chance, he would draw the first one. His luck was really bad.

Generally speaking, if you are the first person to be drawn in such a competition, you will be at a disadvantage. When the judges see the first manuscript, they have not yet formed a basic concept of the quality of the manuscripts in this literary competition, and their scoring will be very erratic, so they will often subconsciously lower the score.

Ning Chunyan thought that Wang Zixu's manuscript was of extremely high quality, and it would still be published even if it was submitted to Yangtze River. After all, the literary gathering was open to all people, and the quality of the manuscript varied greatly. Only a few well-known veterans could match its quality.

It just so happened that his manuscript was drawn first, and even if the judges gave him a low score, they could not change it later, so it would be easy for him to become cannon fodder.

It was very quiet at the long table. Everyone was looking at the manuscript quietly. The only sound in the room was the turning of pages.

Ning Chunyan had already read it before, so there was no need to read it again. She just flipped the pages symbolically, but her mind was not on the manuscript. She was thinking about whether she should give the prince a little extra points.

At this moment, she glanced sideways and saw that Shen Qingfeng, who was sitting next to her, had already started writing scores on the note paper at hand.

60.

Shen Qingfeng gave "A Safe Road Ahead" a score of 60 points.

Ning Chunyan was immediately furious.

The average score of the first place in the previous literary competitions was above 90 points, and 60 points was almost the worst. No matter how bad Wang Zixu's manuscript was, it was impossible for him to get 60 points.

Ning Chunyan was anxious and wanted to write "100" on the note. But she calmed down and thought that this was too fake. The score this time was not anonymous. When she looked it up later, she would have to give a reason for giving 100 points. How would she explain it then?

Was she going to say that this was to fight against Shen Qingfeng's injustice and to give Wang Zixu an even score?

That couldn't be the case. She couldn't even give the prince too high a score.

In order to get his manuscript into the final selection, she has done too many inappropriate things. If she continues to praise him blindly, and someone makes a fuss about it later, it will not only be very disadvantageous to her, but also a big trouble for Wang Zixu. A good thing may turn into a bad one.

Wang Zixu didn't need to take first place, as long as he could get into the top five, he would have proved himself. On the contrary, he couldn't stand out too much, because standing out would make him easy to be targeted, and the first bird to stick out would be shot down.

She took a deep breath, but ultimately did not write down 100. After hesitating for a long time, she wrote "91" on the paper.

This number is pretty good, with both zeros and integers. Even if someone asks her about it later, she can confidently say that this is the score she should get, and it’s not particularly high, right?

All the writers present were experienced and read very quickly. After 20 minutes, everyone had finished grading and the staff came over to collect everyone's notes.

Afterwards, one person called out the votes and another counted the scores, and removed the highest and lowest scores on the whiteboard in front of everyone (Shen Qingfeng's 60 points were indeed removed).

The final score was 88.6 points.

This score was slightly lower than Ning Chunyan expected. She felt a little uneasy.

According to the scores of previous literary competitions, the first place score is generally around 95 points, and the lowest is 91. The fifth place score is mostly around 85 points.

Judging from experience, Wang Zixu has a great chance of making it into the top five. But there is always the possibility of accidents.

After the scores were announced, the tense atmosphere eased, people started whispering to each other, and some even stood up to move around.

Li Tingfang asked, "This manuscript only got 88 points? Isn't your score a bit low?"

Everyone was stunned and no one responded.

Li Tingfang said: "I expected this manuscript to get more than 95 points, but my score was probably discarded as the highest score. Oh, that's right, after all, it was the first manuscript."

Yan Zishan said: "I gave it 89 points. The quality is indeed good. But I am not sure what the overall level of this literary gathering is, so I gave a conservative score."

Li Tingfang nodded: "Yes, you all didn't participate in the second round, and you haven't been exposed to the overall level of the essay collection of the literary gathering."

The staff member was a young girl. She asked hesitantly, "Teacher Li, do you want to re-grade?"

Li Tingfang shook his head: "Didn't the rules say that once the score is determined, it cannot be changed."

Yan Zishan said: "I have a suggestion."

"Please tell me."

"The following scoring will be based on this manuscript. If it is better than this one, the score will be higher. If it is worse than this one, the score will be lower."

Someone nodded next to him: "Yes, after reading the second and third articles, we can form a range and roughly form a more accurate score."

Ning Chunyan thought to himself that he hoped that the next manuscript he would pick would have a bigger gap. This would be more beneficial to Wang Zixu and might even lower the overall score of all the manuscripts.

The scoring continued, and the staff continued to draw lots. The second lot fell out, and the staff read out:
"The Contest in the Hut, by Lin Luo."

……

"Borrow it for a moment."

Lin Luo walked past Lin Feng's seat with a cold expression and sat down a few meters away from him.

Lin Feng tried hard to control his expression and appear indifferent, but there were still some waves in his heart.

If you asked him who his best friend was two years ago, he would have said Lin Luo. They both happened to have the same last name, Lin, and they were like real brothers. At that time, they were always seen together, and some people even thought they were brothers.

Lin Feng met Lin Luo at a lecture. At that time, he was invited to give a lecture at a university on the creation of reportage. At that time, a student came over after the lecture and asked him a few questions. He was very eager to learn.

At that time, Lin Feng had just started out. Although he had become a well-known young author in the eyes of many people, he was still quite nervous about his self-awareness at times, and even afraid of being exposed. The attendance rate of lectures at that time was not high, and the students were not very active. Most of them were just doing the job. Lin Luo's eagerness to learn actually stimulated his interest. He talked to Lin Luo very enthusiastically for a long time, and later added his contact information.

Later, Lin Luo wrote a few novels for him to study, and the two became very familiar with each other. When Lin Luo graduated and was looking for a job, it was Lin Feng who helped him with his advice.

Later, Lin Luo came to Xihe and worked in a government agency. During that period, Lin Feng often stayed with him, discussing literature and going out for supper at night. Lin Feng's wife complained to him several times about this, saying that he was a know-it-all and a little childish. He didn't even understand his own affairs, but he helped others first.

Lin Feng disagreed. He felt that his rise was due to the help of teacher Li Tingfang. Without this benefactor, he would not be where he is today. Now the times have changed, and he finally met a talent who also loves literature. This time, he is the benefactor.

At that time, Lin Luo kept calling him "Brother Feng, Brother Feng". He had no doubts about Lin Luo's character at that time, but later he realized that many things were just his wishful thinking. He was willing to be a benefactor to others, but Lin Luo might not really regard him as a "benefactor".

With his support, Lin Luo took root in Xihe and joined the Literary Association. Naturally, he wanted to go further. But at this point, Lin Feng could not help much.

Lin Feng was not yet a top leader in terms of administration or literature, so there were things he dared not agree to and could not say. Lin Luo also discovered that he was strong on the outside but weak on the inside, and after failing to help with a few things, he obviously started to spend less time with him.

At that time, Lin Feng's wife told him, you see, this guy is actually a person who curries favor with the powerful, but Lin Feng still didn't believe it. Until later, somehow, Lin Luo got in touch with Shen Qingfeng, and the two of them became closer and closer. Lin Luo served him like he did to Lin Feng at the beginning, calling him "Brother Feng, Brother Feng", and later he stabbed Lin Feng without hesitation. Only then did Lin Feng realize that his wife was right.

During that time, Lin Feng was in great pain, not because he hated Lin Luo, but because he was upset that he easily trusted others. Zhongshan wolf, Zhongshan wolf, it was rampant when it succeeded, and what was even more terrifying was that this wolf was raised by him. He didn't blame the wolf for being bad, but only blamed himself for being stupid and unable to distinguish between humans and wolves.

At this moment, Lin Luo, who was sitting a few seats away, suddenly turned around with a joking smile on his face: "The score for the first draft is out, 88 points."

Lin Feng's face twitched for a moment, and after a moment he turned around and said, "How did you know? The final result hasn't come out yet, isn't this illegal?"

Lin Luo smiled and said, "Come on, Mr. Lin, if you want to know, there must be a channel."

Lin Feng shook his head: "I don't want to know, and I don't have the channels."

Lin Luo smiled jokingly and shook his head: "Then I have nothing to say. If you ask me, Mr. Lin, why do you still have to participate in the competition this year? With your qualifications, you should be a judge."

Lin Feng didn't say anything, Lin Luo continued: "Although you didn't get any good results in the literary competition before, it's a bit regrettable, but given your qualifications, you should give way a little, otherwise it will be easier for us young people to come forward."

Lin Feng pursed his lips and then said, "Haven't I given you the seat yet? Do you want to ask Shen Qingfeng to give you the seat?"

Lin Luo raised his head: "It's boring to talk about Teacher Shen. Oh, by the way, the next article is mine, and they should be grading it now."

Lin Feng said with a hint of sarcasm: "Then I wish you a satisfactory result."

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Lin. My grades only need to be slightly higher than Mr. Lin's, but not much higher."

Lin Feng secretly clenched his fists. He silently said, Zhongshan Wolf, Zhongshan Wolf, when he succeeds, he becomes rampant.

No matter how powerful a wolf is, it will be killed by the hunter, but he really didn't have the confidence to kill this wolf now, because this wolf was raised by him, and it was fat and strong, and even he could not handle it.

Lin Luo clapped his hands and sighed, "It's so unbearable. It would be better if the ratings were released sooner. If you want to see the two masterpieces of Xihe, you can only see one."

Lin Feng's gaze shifted to the stage. On the stage, Chen Qingluo was sitting there obediently with her hands on her legs, looking very quiet.

He suddenly thought, I wonder when will he be able to sit on that stage shining brightly?
……

"Forget it. Wang Zixu can sit wherever he wants. Maybe he has a personal relationship with her because he boarded the Yangtze River," said Song Yinglian.

"It may also be because he has a personal relationship with others that he was able to be featured in Yangtze River." Guo Ranran said secretly.

Diao Yiwen fiddled with her hair. She didn't speculate about others like them, nor was she interested in speculating about others. She came here to receive the award, nothing more, and didn't have the energy to spend on other people.

The commotion caused by Wang Zixu running to the first three rows only lasted for a short while and soon died down. Their unit was originally a marginal unit, and although they could sit in the inner field, they could only sit far away from the stage.

As the saying goes, out of sight, out of mind. If you can't see Wang Zixu's movements, there is naturally nothing to discuss. But the exchange between the two allowed Zhang Cangnian, who was standing next to them, to catch a different message.

"When you went to the newsstand before, did you see the Yangtze River? Did you really climb it?"

It was not easy not to answer the old comrade's question, so Guo Ranran said stiffly, "I saw it."

"Are you really on the Yangtze River?"

"Um……"

Gou Yingbiao turned his head and looked at them, frowning, feeling a little annoyed. Originally, Wang Zixu was not shortlisted, which meant he was already out of the competition. But because of "Yangtze River", things might have changed. He was very annoyed and didn't want to hear about this topic.

Zhang Cangnian asked, "Which section of Yangtze River did Wang Zixu publish in? Was it a lot? Was it just a small piece of tofu or a long article? A relative of mine said that newcomers can only publish a small piece of tofu."

Guo Ranran said: "I didn't look carefully at that time. There was only one copy of Yangtze River left on the shelf, and Wang Zixu bought it. Xiao Diao later found another copy and bought it."

Diao Yiwen opened her handbag, took out the magazine tactfully, and handed it to Zhang Cangnian. Zhang Cangnian flipped through it, smiled, and said, "This is the front page headline!"

Xu Shichao leaned over to look at him and reminded him, "This is a literary magazine. There is no such thing as a front-page headline."

"But his article is placed first, which is quite impressive!"

Zhang Cangnian flipped through the novel and came to the end. He said, "Look, there is an editor's note here, saying that this novel is the best new work received recently."

"Let me see."

Xu Shichao took the magazine, studied it carefully, and said, "It seems to be true. The magazine editor even gave a review. No other novels were reviewed except his."

Sister Hu was eating melon seeds nearby and said, "Xiao Wang has been writing for so many years. He writes whenever he has some free time at work. I think he is quite hardworking. It is normal for him to be able to publish after persisting for so long."

Zhang Cangnian sighed: "I never thought that there would be a writer among us. This feels so great."

Xu Shichao smiled and returned the magazine to Diao Yiwen, saying, "Yes, let's ask him for his autograph as soon as possible. It may be very valuable in the future if we keep it."

Gou Yingbiao finally couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Enough, enough. Is it an honor to use working time to write a novel?"

After Director Gou spoke, everyone was silent.

Gou Yingbiao continued, "Also, you guys said that you've been writing for so many years and only got one article published, but they gave you a consolation prize. What's there to brag about? You can get published if you write. Xiao Diao is so young, and he made it to the third round as soon as he wrote. What about Wang Zixu? He didn't even make it to the finals."

After that, he muttered, "Just watch the show quietly and don't discuss it anymore."

After Director Gou finished speaking, the atmosphere fell into a dull mood. Song Yinglian said in a playful manner, "Then I have to find Xiao Diao's autograph quickly. The return on investment will definitely be greater in the future!"

Guo Ranran smiled and said, "If Xiao Diao really becomes a great writer in the future, won't she sign for you? She will definitely remember us old friends, right Xiao Diao?"

Diao Yiwen said shyly: "That's natural."

Song Yinglian felt warm in his heart and couldn't help smiling as he looked at Diao Yiwen.

After a short bang was heard from the speakers, it quickly returned to normal. The stage that had been debugged for a long time finally began to function. On the stage, the host finally began to interview Chen Qingluo, who had been sitting there bored for ten minutes. Intermittent sounds were heard from the speakers.

"...Today...we are honored to have...a guest...Ms. Chen Qingluo."

Everyone's eyes were focused on the stage. Chen Qingluo was holding the microphone, and the stage lights above her head made her look like an exquisite doll.

After the sound system returned to normal, Chen Qingluo raised the microphone:
"I'll give you a chance. Ask the question again. Maybe you didn't hear it just now. But I don't need to repeat the opening remarks. They are quite torturous to the ears."

The heavily made-up host on the stage smiled awkwardly and said, "Ms. Chen Qingluo is always so straightforward and sharp, just like her writing style."

Chen Qingluo said, "Sharp? I'm just pretending."

There was a burst of laughter from the audience.

The host's forehead was covered with cold sweat. Fortunately, Chen Qingluo did not give her too many opportunities to save the situation. She continued:
"Many people say that a writer's writing reflects his personality, but that's actually false. Most of the writers I've met don't write as well as they do, and some don't write as well as they do. At least for me, my writing style is very different from my personality. It's just that when I'm on stage and in front of the camera, I have to give everyone an explanation, otherwise the readers might be disappointed."

The host said: "Teacher Chen Qingluo is very honest."

The audience burst into laughter again.

Chen Qingluo said: "You have to be honest. Honesty is one of the most valuable qualities for a writer."

The host asked, "So, Mr. Chen, what do you think is the most important ability for a writer?"

Chen Qingluo said: "It's a lie."

There was a burst of laughter from the people in the audience who were quick to react.

The host was shocked: "But didn't you just say that the most valuable quality is honesty?"

Chen Qingluo said expressionlessly: "So I say that the most important ability of a writer is to lie."

There was a burst of laughter from the audience.

The tall Ye Lan had just stepped onto the steps of the square, still walking steadily in Valentino's high heels. When she heard the interview on the distant speakers, Ye Lan was amused:

"Oh my god, I like her. She talks a lot of nonsense. Are all writers so interesting?"

Zuo Ziliang beside her said, "Who gave you the illusion that writers are not interesting?"

"Wang Zixu." Ye Lan answered immediately.

Zuo Ziliang said: "Wang Zixu will be sad to hear what you said."

Ye Lan said: "But the fact that he is also the little prince is actually very interesting to think about."

Zuo Ziliang looked around warily: "Don't tell anyone about this."

Ye Lan covered her mouth. She also realized that she shouldn't have said that casually.

As the little prince's fame grows (and will grow even more so in the foreseeable future), the true identity of Prince Xu becomes increasingly secret.

On the stage, the host said: "Actually, I want to ask you, Mr. Chen, as a Xihe native, what is your impression of Xihe?"

Chen Qingluo said: "The duck blood rice noodles in Xihe are more delicious than those in Donghai."

The audience was almost tired of laughing. Someone shouted "I agree!" The host smiled and said, "It depends on personal opinion. There are many tourists from Donghai in our literary gathering. But is Mr. Chen's impression of Xihe only about duck blood fans?"

She secretly winked at Chen Qingluo, wanting her to get the topic back on track. In fact, this interview also had a script, and the ultimate goal was to highlight the theme of Xihe Cultural Tourism. The question she just asked was a key question, and Chen Qingluo had to answer it correctly. However, after Chen Qingluo went on stage, she sat there in a daze for ten minutes and had completely forgotten about the script. She just felt a little hungry.

Chen Qingluo raised her face and opened her mouth slightly, revealing an expression of serious thinking. She looked silly and somewhat cute at this time. After a while, she gave an answer that the host thought was completely uncute:

“Only duck blood vermicelli.”

Amid the laughter from the audience and the host's flickering eyes, Chen Qingluo's eyes became blurry. She changed her words temporarily and said into the microphone:

"Actually there are more than just duck blood fans. There is another person."

(End of this chapter)