Chapter 144 Futurism
Chapter 144 Futurism
Wang Zixu was in awe after hearing this, but when he walked into the hall, he did not find the conspicuous green-haired figure. It is expected that with the poet's character, she should not only "dare to let go" of the opportunity to see Yanzi Mountain with her own eyes, but she could even not care at all.
"Have you seen Zhao Peilin?"
"No." Xu Rongrong was still looking while speaking.
Wang Zixu said, "Let's find a seat first. He may not have arrived yet."
He found an empty seat and was about to move his butt up, but the girl next to him held the seat and said, "Sorry, there's someone here."
A girl at the end of the row of seats waved over here: "Rongrong, come here, I saved a seat for you!"
Xu Rongrong asked: "How many did you take?"
"On a."
Facing Xu Rongrong's slightly apologetic look, Wang Zixu said, "You go ahead. I'll find another seat."
As a result, the few empty seats he found were all occupied. The students touched the empty seats one by one and said they were occupied, which was a bit like Chinese horror. In literature, it is magical realism, but in fact it is futurism - the "occupied" these people said was in the future tense, and there will be people here in the future, so you can't sit here now.
But Prince Xu couldn't help but murmur in his heart, using the sword of the future to kill the official of the present is a bit immoral, isn't it? Especially looking around, the seats in this hall are sparse, but every seat is occupied.
They are all future warriors.
When he found the last row, he saw familiar faces: the three girls who had led him were sitting in the last row in the same order as before, and they were also surprised to see him.
The girl in the polka dot dress pouted her plump lips and said, "You're here too? No wonder it's hard to find a seat. Students who are not from Nanjing University also come in to listen."
The prince humbly said that you were a little bit of a mountain-climbing person, but he didn't say it out loud. He just pointed to the seat next to her and asked, "Is anyone there?"
"Someone, some people. We gave it to our classmates."
The girl with long eyelashes said first: "You can sit in the first row. We asked this before, and most of the seats are reserved for others."
Wang Zixu said, "Isn't the first row prepared for the leaders?"
"No, no, it's just that people simply don't like sitting in the front row."
Wang Zixu recalled that when he was in high school, his famously sarcastic homeroom teacher liked to say this: Look at you guys, every time you go to the auditorium to find a seat you like to sit in the back. I tell you, students from prestigious schools always fight for the front row seats, and the front row in college classrooms is never empty…
He sat at the edge of the first row feeling a little depressed. He felt that the light on the stage was warmer than that at the back. After a while, he began to feel sleepy.
A boy in a casual suit, looking quite hipster, strode in, sat down next to Wang Zixu, glanced at Wang Zixu, who looked tired, and then looked away.
Wang Zixu narrowed his eyes and had a bad impression of the boy, which reminded him of the classic evaluation in ancient physiognomy books: "The tendons cannot bind the bones, and the veins cannot control the flesh"... Fortunately, he didn't know that the boy was Shi Shuqiu who had just changed his clothes and came over.
Shi Shuqiu paid great attention to his appearance. He would change into his ball uniform when going to the playground and into a suit when going to the auditorium. He was very meticulous. This was one of his secrets to pleasing many girls. Seeing him sitting down next to Wang Zixu, the whole venue was filled with buzzing sounds.
"Did you see it?"
"I saw it."
"Have you heard about Lu Qingxuan's incident?"
"Hmm. Shi Shuqiu won't fight with this guy, right?" "It seems they don't know each other."
The girls in the back row exchanged glances and spoke in simple terms, which would be confusing to people who were not familiar with the context.
Every class has a secret radio station that will spread all kinds of secrets and legends to the whole class at the fastest speed at a fixed frequency. The girls in the last row are such a group. Their opinions and perspectives will greatly influence public opinion.
Wang Zixu, an outsider, obviously did not understand the local environment. If he had the habit of writing a diary, he would only write a summary after returning home today: Today I met an old friend, a poet, whose name was Du Kezhu; Today I met a new friend, Lu Qingxuan.
What he didn't know was that Du Kezhu and Lu Qingxuan were not as simple faces as he saw in the public opinion field. After being processed by the secret radio station, there were extremely vivid and exciting entanglements between Lu Qingxuan, Du Kezhu, Shi Shuqiu and a series of other influential figures.
Wang Zixu, this sudden big shot, is seen by the radio station as an intruder and troublemaker. Unfortunately, he is too old. If he were also in his prime and participated in this love triangle, it would probably make the secret radio station more excited and more interesting.
The girl in polka dot clothes commented: "Don't worry, let's have fun. As long as Shi Shuqiu finds out his identity, there will be something interesting to watch."
It was a pity that they had waited for so long, but the fun they expected did not happen. Wang Zixu had already started playing with his phone.
Ning Chunyan said that she would ask the little prince to help. She said this with a serious expression and a firm gaze. But in Wang Zixu's phone, she acted like a spoiled child and did everything she could. Wang Zixu felt that it was too easy for her to agree to her easily and treat her like a electronic pet.
The buzzing sound in the auditorium gradually subsided. Wang Zixu glanced around and put away his phone. The boy in a suit next to him coughed lightly and stood up.
Yanzi Mountain is here.
This man seemed to be carrying prestige with him as he walked into the auditorium. The crowd felt the majestic momentum he brought and the response was very strong. Yan Zishan strode in, looked down, and suddenly stopped.
The person behind him asked, "Teacher Yan, what's wrong?"
Yan Zishan looked at Wang Zixu from behind his sunglasses and said softly, "Nothing."
He nodded to the prince.
Wang Zixu thought of the words he asked Diao Yiwen to take, the rather mysterious "go to the East China Sea".
How's that? Now I'm here.
He nodded back at him.
Shi Shuqiu became agitated, rubbing his hands on his knees, his eyes were eager, and his lips opened as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing. He took Yan Zishan's nod as a greeting.
Before the interview started, Wang Zixu took out his phone and Lin Feng sent him a message:
"nailed it."
Then, the other party sent another message: "How are you doing? Are you going to Yanzi Mountain to sign autographs?"
Wang Zixu took a photo of the stage and sent a message: "A symposium is in progress."
"Tell me what you talked about after you finish listening. I can't make it in time, what a pity!"
Wang Zixu said, "Okay."
Then he regretted it. The discussion at Yanzishan was mainly for students, and the several sessions were filled with student questions and interactions. They were all about relatively shallow topics, which were completely meaningless to him. After only ten minutes, he felt drowsy again.
(End of this chapter)