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After Yun Yongan returned to the hall with Jiang Xiaoai, he went to her dinner table to say hello and invited them to join the table to eat together.

Just breaking free from the shackles of high school, without the constraints of teachers, out of curiosity about the opposite sex, Jiang Xiaoai's roommates readily accepted the invitation.

Afterwards, under Yun Yongan's leadership, the four boys moved the table together and put it together with the girl's table to form a bigger table.

The eight people redistributed their seats, and Yun Yongan sat next to Jiang Xiaoai as a matter of course, and the other lucky one who sat with the girl was Bai Wenlin with long hair and the appearance of an artistic youth.

"First of all, let me introduce," Yun Yongan stood up, "My name is Yun Yongan, majoring in fine arts, and the person next to him who looks very simple and honest is Bai Lianggong, majoring in chemical materials."

"The classmate next to me wearing glasses is Lu Haosi, who studies computers, and lastly, the literary youth opposite me is Bai Wenlin, who majors in painting."

"The four of us are all freshmen at Imperial University."

Afterwards, Jiang Xiaoai also briefly introduced her three roommates.

Linghu Youyi and a pair of lovely twin sisters Wen Ruxin and Wen Rumeng.

The three of them, like Jiang Xiaoai, are all from the music department.

After everyone chatted casually for a while, the topic somehow came to the recent martial arts short story newcomer contest.

This competition is limited to newcomers, and famous authors are prohibited from using vests to participate.

It attracted many people who had never written a novel to join, and Jiang Xiaoai also wanted to participate, but she didn't know if she could write like that, so she decided to speak out and let everyone give advice.

……

"In short, that's it," Jiang Xiao'ai blushed again, "A girl who was exterminated, disguised as a man, apprenticed to a teacher to learn art, and finally got revenge. What do you think?"

"It's great," Linghu Youyi applauded first, "Women don't give way to men, who says women are inferior to men!"

"I also think it's great!" "Xiao Ai's writing is really good!"

Wen Ruxin and Wen Rumeng gave the highest evaluation without hesitation.

After receiving encouragement from her roommate, Jiang Xiaoai's confidence increased greatly, and she looked at Yun Yong'an with full expectation.

Yun Yongan did not continue to praise, but shook his head lightly, "I don't think this idea is good, except for the factor of a woman disguised as a man, it is completely a young man who was exterminated, apprenticed to a teacher, went through hardships, and finally revenged himself. Old story."

"I'm not saying that old stories are not good, but it takes a lot of accumulation to make new ones out of old stories, which is not something a newcomer writer can manage!"

After Yun Yongan finished speaking, Jiang Xiaoai was hit hard, her eyes filled with tears, and she was about to cry.

Linghu Youyi stood up for her, "If you want something new, it's easy for you to say. After so many years of writing martial arts novels, all the new ideas have long been written. You have the ability to write one yourself!"

Faced with Linghu Youyi's ridicule, Yun Yong'an was not angry at all. He picked up the wine glass, took a sip, looked at Jiang Xiao'ai with full momentum, and asked a question.

"Jiang Xiaoai, in your opinion, what is the most powerful weapon in the arena?"

Jiang Xiaoai was stunned for a moment, "Yitian Sword? Dragon Slaying Knife? Or Five Tigers Soul-Breaking Spear? They appear in different novels. Have you ever fought them? How do I know which weapon is the strongest?"

"No, no, none of them," Yun Yongan shook his head, "No matter how sharp a sword is, it will break one day. They can only take away human life."

Jiang Xiaoai was stunned again. At this moment, she had forgotten her sadness, and she just wanted to know the answer to that question: "What is that? Swords will break, and so will knives and guns!"

"It's a smile," Yun Yongan turned to Jiang Xiaoai, making a standard smile showing eight teeth, "No sharp sword can compare to a beautiful woman's smile. A sword can only kill, and only a smile can conquer people's hearts."

"So, Xiao Ai, don't make a sad face. Come on, learn from me, and smile more."

Only then did Jiang Xiaoai realize that Yun Yongan was flirting with her.

The frustration caused by the rejection of the novel was swept away in an instant, Jiang Xiaoai looked at Yun Yongan, smiled through tears, and burst into an incomparably bright smile, just like the ice and snow melting in early spring.

At this time, the others realized belatedly that Yun Yongan was using his talent to tease girls.While being shocked and admired, he contributed a lot of reputation points.

Jiang Xiaoai's ears turned red, "Yun Yong'an, you've said so much, but you still haven't said how to write your novel?"

Bai Wenlin then urged: "Yes, that's right! Yun Yong'an, what is the name of the main character in your novel, and how does the story go."

"Yun Yong'an, tell me quickly!"

"Don't worry," Yun Yong'an took another sip of the wine, drank the beer out of the spirit of white wine, put on airs, and made a few people angry.

Afterwards, Yun Yongan closed his eyes and slowly recited a poem.

"Baiyujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor."

"The immortal touches my top and bears longevity."

In just twenty words, it is extremely chic and romantic.

Yun Yongan doesn't know how to read minds, but the reputation point +1 of the frenzied swiping of the screen is enough to prove that this poem has shocked others.

Yun Yongan picked up the wine glass and wanted to take a sip, but found that there was no wine in the glass, and the wine bottle on the table was also empty.

Opening beer with Kaizi now would be detrimental to B's reputation, Yun Yongan simply gave up drinking, and when he stretched out his chopsticks to pick up peanuts, Jiang Xiaoai suddenly raised his head and looked at him, then quickly lowered his head, the roots of his ears were completely stained red.

I don't know if it's shyness or drunkenness.

Bai Wenlin excitedly slapped his thigh, "Yun Yong'an, your poem is so emotional, Dang Fu will understand, I did it, you can do whatever you want!"

After finishing speaking, Bai Wenlin took a sip, drank the wine in the glass, and poured himself another glass.

Before Yun Yong'an could respond, the remaining two roommates raised their glasses at the same time and drank a toast.

Several girls also raised their drinks and toasted generously.

Yun Yongan had no choice but to shrug his shoulders, fill himself up with his roommate's wine bottle, and drank a glass too.

Looking at the rising popularity from time to time, the corners of Yun Yong'an's mouth turned up quietly. He discovered that in an oriental culture whose inheritance has never been cut off, the status of poetry is far higher than he imagined.

After a round of drinking together, everyone's chatting became more intense, Qiqi asked Yun Yong'an about the details of his works.

As a short story, "Sword of Longevity" is not too long, but it has tens of thousands of words, Yun Yongan is not interested in telling them all.

Tell them that the protagonist's name is Bai Yujing, and the weapon he uses is the Longevity Sword. He refuses to continue on the grounds that there are too many people in the restaurant and he is afraid that his work will be plagiarized.

It made a few people feel itchy and wanted to beat him.

……

After eating a meal for two hours, considering that they had to attend the opening ceremony early tomorrow, after AA paid, Yun Yongan and the others first sent the girls back to the dormitory, and then the four hooked their shoulders together, thinking about going to the boys' dormitory.

On the way, Bai Wenlin complained to Yun Yongan, "Old Yun, you are too stingy, what's wrong with inviting girls to dinner, you have to AA."

"Exactly!" Lu Sihao continued to criticize, "My mother said, you should give in to girls and not bully girls."