Chapter 148 Lost Sky Slash

Chapter 148 Lost Sky Slash

Chapter 148 Lost Sky Slash

Wang Zixu was very surprised.

He has been very busy recently. Ning Chunyan is a very considerate person. She takes his busyness into consideration and seldom disturbs him. But today she made an exception and came to see him, which shows that she is really very busy.

As if waking from a dream, he asked, "Has the first issue of New Appreciation received enough manuscripts? Is it ready to be published?"

As a member of the magazine, asking this question now is a bit like Wang Huizhi being an official. Fortunately, Ning Chunyan didn't seem to care. She was very noisy:
"What are you still talking about at this hour? ... For the 5 books and the auditorium, please give me an appointment until 2pm. I'll talk to the professor... Can I just take up half a day of your time? I'm really busy here, and Lu Qingxuan even skipped class."

"Okay, when will you come over?"

"Tomorrow morning. Alas, that's not our reprint, we queued it first..."

Wang Zixu said, "Then you go ahead and do your work. I'll come over tomorrow."

Ning Chunyan said, "I have already paid the teacher for the cover. She wants a sample copy? You still have to ask me about this... Just send it to her directly. What? There is no copy left in our office..."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Zixu felt a little confused. The scene of Ning Chunyan worrying about the magazine was still vivid in his mind. Has the magazine been published in full swing now?
What eve is this eve?

He pushed the door and walked out of the workshop, then stood on the balcony holding a cup of tea. Suddenly, he felt a slight chill on his shoulders.

Looking ahead, there is a thousand miles of clear autumn sky, water flows with the sky, and in front of the door there is a riverside road, which hugs the river like a jade belt and meanders eastward. The flow of cars and water is as endless as the flow of water.

The deceased is like a husband.

A strange thought suddenly popped up in his mind: What is this river water brewing day and night? It must have a purpose to run so hard, right? It can't be to flow into the sea, evaporate into the air, and then float back on the clouds, right? Wang Zixu glanced at the white clouds that were drooping their heads, and suddenly thought that it was really possible. How nice it would be to become a cloud, but he couldn't become a cloud yet. How nice it would be to be the river water. If it was affected by people's anger, it could turn into a typhoon and blow back.

After thinking about it for a while, Wang Zixu realized that it was not Jiang Shui who was tired from working day and night, but himself. So he hurried back to the workroom, sorted out all the draft papers, saved the documents and turned off the computer.

When he came out, Ye Lan had just walked in. She had a cup of milk tea hanging on her left wrist, her calf was raised, and her right fingers were hooking down her high heels.

Today she was wearing a white shirt with a short suspender skirt underneath. She was not wearing stockings on her legs, and everything was white. Seeing Wang Zixu, she smiled and said, "Did you stay up late again yesterday? You look stupid."

Wang Zixu yawned and said, "I don't have to stay up late today."

"Did you finish writing?"

"Almost done." Wang Zixu yawned again, "I just didn't review well enough."

Ye Lan said: "You should get some sleep first!"

She put on her slippers and walked into the kitchen. Wang Zixu asked, "You got off work so early today?"

Ye Lan's voice came from the kitchen: "I'm really scared of Zuo Ziliang. He's obsessed with expansion now. Whenever he sees me, he'll ask me to discuss this. I'm so annoyed that I found an excuse to come back."

Wang Zixu said: "Shouldn't we expand?"

Ye Lan's face popped out from the kitchen door, full of surprise: "You can earn hundreds of thousands a month just by writing articles every day, and you are still not satisfied? If you continue to expand, you will have to expand the company structure, raise funds, dilute equity, and a lot of messy things will come to you. Can you bear it?"

Wang Zixu said: "The fundamental logic of the capitalist system is expansion. I just said that it should expand in theory, but it does not mean that I support expansion."

Ye Lan stared at his face as if he were staring at a strange object: "You are really weird!"

Wang Zixu shrugged: "Don't pay attention to me. My mind is confused now, don't worry about what I say."

"Don't worry, I didn't care."

Ye Lan changed the subject and said, "But I'm so bored now. I can't just stay at home and watch TV for the whole afternoon, right? What are you going to do after you finish writing the manuscript?"

Wang Zixu said: "I plan to go to Nanjing University."

Ye Lan became excited: "Okay, okay! I also want to go for a walk in Nanda."

Wang Zixu said, "I am going there because I have something to do."

"I'm fine. I'm going to go for a walk."

Although he promised Ning Chunyan that he would go to help tomorrow morning, he could see how busy they were through a phone call. He was embarrassed to pretend that he didn't know and stayed out of it. He decided to go over and lend a hand to see what was going on.

After all, this magazine would not have been established without my own encouragement.

Ye Lan insisted on going with him, so he had to take her along. Ye Lan sat in his car, as excited as a primary school student going on a spring outing. While fastening her seat belt, she said, "I think your story is really well written. How did you come up with that ending?"
Prince Xu did not answer.

Fortunately, his residence was not far from Nanjing University, and the drive took less than 20 minutes. He parked his car outside the school, and just as he opened the door, a manned electric vehicle whizzed past the door, leaving a message in the wind:

"Dude, you're blocking the newsstand from getting stock!"

Wang Zixu was not sure whether this was directed at him, but there was undoubtedly a newsstand on the side of the road. Turning around, he saw a group of students rushing towards him, and the leader was Zhao Peilin.

Zhao Peilin didn't see Wang Zixu at first. He rolled up his sleeves and pointed at the newsstand owner in a frivolous manner and said:
"You agreed to keep a batch for our Chinese department, why didn't you keep any? I'm telling you, you're going to lose me as your old customer! You can't keep doing business this way!"

The boss said, "Calm down, student kid. Even if I can't stay here for long, I've already been doing this for 10 years. I understand your feelings, but if you don't have it, you don't have it. If it sells out too quickly, I can't keep it!"

The five or six students that Zhao Peilin brought with him were all boys, full of vigor and vitality. When they heard this, they all started shouting at a higher volume, and the situation suddenly got a little out of control.

Wang Zixu stepped forward and patted Zhao Peilin on the shoulder. When he turned around, he immediately smiled happily:

"Hey, Wang Zixu! Long time no see, you've come just in time!..."

While he was speaking, Ye Lan stood next to Wang Zixu holding a cup of milk tea. Zhao Peilin became mute on the spot, his lips opening and closing but no sound came out, he stared at Ye Lan and trembled.

Ye Lan had pink lips, snow-white cheeks, bright eyes and white teeth. She looked very cool in a suspender that exposed her collarbone. Her mature temperament could cause tons of killing power to young boys. She looked at Wang Zixu with a strange expression and asked:
"What happened to your friend?"

"He was shocked by you."

Zhao Peilin pulled Wang Zixu aside and said, "Why didn't you introduce such a resource earlier?"

Wang Zixu said: "Don't think about it, you can't control it."

After that, he asked again: "You just said that I came at the right time, what are you doing?"

"Yes, yes, you've come at the right time," Zhao Peilin said, "Aren't you an employee of Xin Shang magazine? You have internal channels, can you bring me a few inaugural magazines? I want the new ones."

As soon as Zhao Peilin finished speaking, several students who had originally gathered around the newsstand came over to Wang Zixu again.

"There are internal employees? Why didn't you tell me earlier, Lao Zhao?"

"Please bring me a few copies too, a lot of people have asked me for them!" "I've already promised to get one for my girlfriend, so for the sake of being classmates, give me a hand!"

Wang Zixu poured cold water on their enthusiasm: "First of all, I'm not an internal employee."

After a pause, he said, "I am the editor-in-charge."

After he finished speaking, the crowd became even more indignant. He then added, “But even if I’m the editor-in-charge, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve been reviewing at home this month and haven’t been to the magazine office at all. I just found out that the first issue of New Appreciation magazine has just been published.”

After he finished speaking, a group of students were immediately disappointed. Zhao Peilin even said hurtfully, "What use are you?"

"What's going on? Why are they fighting over it?" Wang Zixu asked.

Zhao Peilin said: "Don't you really know?"

"what do you know?"

"Xin Shang" magazine has become a hit on the Internet.

To be precise, it was not the magazine that became popular, but the Little Prince's first novel.

The news was leaked a week ago, and the magazine was released five days ago. Therefore, many people knew in advance that the first novel of the Little Prince would be published for the first time in the magazine "New Appreciation". Many people were waiting for it.

For everyone, whether they are fans of the Little Prince or haters, this kind of event is unprecedented.

After all, the Little Prince never wrote a novel. Even if his writings are called "love letters", they are more like "quasi-literature" in the eyes of the public. So there is a saying that the Little Prince does not have the ability to write serious literature.

Now that someone has written a serious novel, and it has been published in a serious magazine by two serious talented women, Chen Qingluo and Ning Chunyan, the degree of popularity of this matter is on par with the degree of its seriousness.

With attention comes heat, and with heat comes media. A few editors on the Internet made up a set of words and spread them virally. After small media started to hype up the topic, big media entered the scene, and after big media entered the scene, small media followed up. Soon, various news overflowed from the circle of friends, making it known to everyone in the world that the little prince wrote a novel.

As a result, the magazine "Xin Shang" became a sensation.

Wang Zixu was still confused after hearing this. Ye Lan, who was standing next to him, was delighted when he heard it. He said with a grin, "The Lost Sky Slash? Isn't that you..."

Wang Zixu quickly covered her mouth. Ye Lan struggled for a long time before she shouted to the sky: "It's the little prince! The little prince's work!"

"Yes, I've heard of it." Prince pretended to let go as if nothing had happened, then turned around and asked Zhao Peilin pretentiously, "How is his writing?"

Zhao Peilin got anxious again when he heard this: "Didn't I buy it?!"

His loud voice made Wang Zixu's ears hurt a little, so he quickly comforted him, "I'll go to the magazine office right away and ask for you."

"Just ask quickly."

After that, Zhao Peilin hugged his arm and said, "I've heard people who have read it discuss that the Little Prince's "The Lost Sky Slash" is quite awesome."

"Really?" Wang Zixu's voice was a little vague.

"Yes. Pretty impressive. Why else would I be in such a hurry? Also, your car is blocking the newsagents' restocking area."

Ye Lan laughed again, but when he thought of Wang Zixu's behavior just now, he became angry. He clenched his fist and punched him in the waist. He was caught off guard and grimaced in pain.

He got in the car and moved it. Ye Lan whispered beside him, "Is your novel popular? I knew it would be popular. I was the first one to see it, hehe."

"Yes, yes." Wang Zixu said casually, still feeling unbelievable in his heart.

Strictly speaking, he has never experienced the feeling of "fire".

The closest he came to becoming famous was at the Xihe Literary Festival, when he stood on the podium to receive the first prize. However, his happiness at that time was completely taken away by Chen Qingluo personally presenting the award to him, and he didn't even notice people's gaze at all.

His award-giving video was also forwarded to the class group. Most of the students, including Xie Cong, did not know how to speak properly. They were so enthusiastic and exaggerated that it was unclear whether they were praising or criticizing him.

As for the "fire" of the Little Prince, he did not have any personal experience, because he only knew that he had written some scripts. The scripts were for speech therapists and should not be directly directed to readers, which he thought was a mistake.

This is Wang Zixu’s experience of “fire”.

So now when he heard people talking about his novels, he was actually happy.

He lowered his head and said to Ye Lan: "I repeat once again, don't tell anyone about my identity. Even if you die of suffocation today, don't say that I am the little prince."

Ye Lan said: "Come on, come on, you haven't finished yet, I won't tell you. By the way, what does the name of your novel "Shikong Zhan" mean? You told me but I forgot."

Shikongzhan is not very interesting. Shikongzhan is the collective name of the play "Loss of Jieting, Empty City Strategy, and Execution of Ma Su", which is a well-known play.

The story written by Wang Zixu also happens to have a three-act structure, and the titles of the three parts can be summed up by the three words "disappeared, empty, and cut", so he used these three words in a very coquettish way. It sounds a bit impressive and a bit like a middle school student.

He had just casually come up with this name without thinking about what the consequences might be, but now when he heard people on the street saying "Shikongzhan Shikongzhan", he felt a little caught off guard and began to panic.

Walking into the school gate, Wang Zixu had a more personal experience of the "explosive popularity". He passed by several people, including couples, singles, young people and old people, and they were all talking about "New Appreciation" and the little prince's "Shikongzhan".

A small motorcycle came from behind the two men. When it passed by Wang Zixu, the boy sitting in the back seat held up a black-covered magazine in his hand, like a flag, and shouted:
"I got the magazine! The last one! Hahahaha..."

He stared in amazement as the small motorcycle spitted out black smoke and struggled to drift across the intersection before disappearing.

Ye Lan turned around and looked at Wang Zixu with pride: "How do you feel when you see your work is so popular?"

"Keep a low profile. I have a bad feeling. I have to go to the magazine office right away."

……

As soon as he entered the magazine office, he felt a wave of heat coming at him. The small magazine office was crowded with countless people, and the broken doors and windows seemed even more vulnerable.

Lu Qingxuan poked her head out from the crowd and saw that it was Wang Zixu. She ran over as if she had been pardoned:

"Are you here to help? Finally you're here! I'm so busy!"

In the corner, Diao Yiwen looked up expressionlessly, then lowered her head expressionlessly and continued to do the work at hand, as if she had been forced into a walking corpse by repetitive labor.

Wang Zixu asked: "Okay, how can I help?"

Lu Qingxuan pointed at the male student who was leading the group of students behind him and said, "Please help me get this guy out of here first! I'm busy right now and he's annoying me to death!"

(End of this chapter)