My singer girlfriend is super fierce

Young Master Wang looked in the direction Ye Zhiqiu pointed.

It is a middle-aged man with oily hair and wearing a luxurious designer shirt. From a distance, he seems to be wearing a Shuigui watch, the green color is too dazzling.

"Damn, where are you pretending to be a criminal?" Wang Dashao spat disdainfully, "Sit in the author's area, who should be the author of the essay, I also believe the nouveau riche, for fear that others will not know that he is rich Same, I am not as high-profile as him."

Ye Zhiqiu was taken aback by Wang Dashao's words.

What's going on, is there an author-only area? Does that theoretically have its own place?

It seems that I didn't sign in just now, do you want to go back and ask?

"That's Guan Yi, a modern poet." At this time, an enthusiastic audience sitting next to Ye Zhiqiu reminded, "It's the one who criticized you on Weibo before."

The enthusiastic audience obviously supported Ye Zhiqiu, and said angrily: "But I think what he said is unreasonable, it's just nonsense."

Ye Zhiqiu politely thanked him for his support, and looked at the middle-aged man who had already withdrawn his gaze and was looking around looking for something with rather playful eyes.

This is the old pornographic critic who is hungry for pictures on the Internet?It seems that he wants to introduce himself to some seniors in the literary world.

At this time, Guan Yi on the other side was surprised at how the novelist Ye Zhiqiu appeared here, but he had no time to pay attention to it.

He is looking for "Bian Zhilin"!

The two of them had chatted in the letter on the essay-soliciting website, and for today's meeting, he even made a special effort to make a good impression on the intellectual and beautiful female writer.

Unexpectedly, the awards ceremony is about to officially begin, and "Bian Zhilin" has not arrived yet.

Guan Yi looked at the empty seats in the first row with the "Bian Zhilin" nameplate, his face was anxious, and he secretly regretted why he didn't ask the other party for a contact information, and now he can't make a phone call to find someone...

In the exclusive area for writers, award-winning authors sit in the first row, and there are five vacant seats in the center. The nameplates displayed in turn are those of "Haizi", "Gucheng", "Xi Murong", "Zheng Chouyu" and "Bian Zhilin".

Five famous modern poems, none of the five writers came to the scene!

Not only Guan Yi, but almost half of the audience frequently turned their attention to these five vacancies, and they were extremely curious, waiting for the appearance of the five new writers.

At this time, the background staff of the essay contest had already been busy.

"Hasn't it appeared yet?" An old man asked in the judges' seat.

"Yes." The staff looked anxious and helpless, "I also checked the check-in records, and none of the five authors had any check-in records."

Ma Xuemin's face was unhappy, "It's almost started and it hasn't arrived yet, these five people are too arrogant!"

"Could it be that you're not going to come?" Another old man wondered.

Logically speaking, no. Although the prize money for this essay competition is not very large, and No.1 is only 30 yuan, to win a prize in this kind of competition, besides cash, the increase in popularity is the most important thing.

Don't talk about the literati's strength of character, don't care about these false names, you must know that literati have to eat, there is no reason not to get awards.

"It shouldn't be." The staff looked puzzled, "Obviously we all sent an internal letter, and all five of you will come over after replying."

A look of disappointment flashed in Qin Dewen's eyes, and he said in silence for a moment: "Try to contact again, if you don't come, the ceremony will start as usual and we can't wait."

The staff quickly arranged to go.

Here Wang Dashao and Ye Zhiqiu chatted for a while, and suddenly a weak voice came.

"Hi, sorry..."

The two turned their heads and saw a quiet little girl. The little girl blushed under the gaze of the two, and finally mustered up the courage to say to Ye Zhiqiu: "This seat... seems to be reserved by me."

In fact, when this quiet girl came to the venue and repeatedly confirmed that it was Ye Zhiqiu who took her place, she was a little startled.

But seeing that Ye Zhiqiu and Wang Dashao were chatting happily and embarrassed to interrupt, I felt that Ye Zhiqiu should have his own place, and he should leave after a while.

However, as the time for the awards ceremony got closer, she saw that Ye Zhiqiu was about to sit here and not move, so she finally mustered up the courage to go forward.

Ye Zhiqiu and Wang Dashao were taken aback by Wen Jing's words, and they looked at each other in blank dismay.

Ye Zhiqiu asked doubtfully, "Is this a fixed seat?"

"It seems to be?" Wang Dashao was also a little uncertain, "Mine was brought to me directly by the hotel manager."

Sister Wen Jing weakly handed over the phone, and there was a reservation information and seat number on the screen.

Ye Zhiqiu took a closer look, and it really matched the one he was sitting on, and the chair under Young Master Wang's buttocks had no number.

Ouch, it really took someone else's place!

Ye Zhiqiu repeatedly expressed embarrassment, and got up to give up his seat, and Wen Jing's sister kept saying that it's okay, it's troublesome.

Young Master Wang didn't care, and said casually, "Where are you sitting? I'll move over and sit with you."

Ye Zhiqiu hesitated, "I don't seem to have signed in? Is there no seat?"

"Impossible." Wang Dashao said firmly, "The seats of the author, the media, and the audience are all in one-to-one correspondence."

Speaking of this, Young Master Wang seemed to suddenly think of something, "That's right! You haven't said why you came here?!"

"..." Ye Zhiqiu said honestly, "I'm here to accept the award."

As soon as these words came out, not only Young Master Wang, but also the girl Wen Jing who had just sat down beside her was dumbfounded.

"Fuck!!"

It took a long time for the two of them to react, and Wang Dashao blurted out: "You won the award after submitting your work? Awesome!"

"Then you shouldn't sit here, sit over there!"

Wang Dashao pointed to the area where the authors sat together.

Ye Zhiqiu guessed it too, and there was no need to sign in. Except for the five seats in the center of the first row that were empty, the other seats in the author's area were full, so where else could it be.

So, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ye Zhiqiu walked to the first row of seats belonging to the award-winning author, glanced at the names on the nameplates of each seat, and then sat down on the seat named "Bian Zhilin" on the side.

This scene stunned many authors.

Ye Zhiqiu is naturally recognized by many people, but this is the position of "Bian Zhilin". Why is he sitting here?

I don't know if I was sitting wrong, or was it deliberately provocative?After all, there was a lot of criticism of him on the Internet before, could it be that he deliberately came to the essay contest to make trouble because of anger?

Everyone suddenly thought about it. Next to Ye Zhiqiu's seat was a fat man wearing black-rimmed glasses and a bit of a scholarly look.

The fat man was taken aback when he saw Ye Zhiqiu sitting next to him, and reminded: "Brother, are you sitting wrong?"

"This seat has a name, maybe someone will come over later..."

Fatty was also kind. After all, it would be embarrassing to be chased from his seat after the awards ceremony started.

Ye Zhiqiu smiled, his expression unchanged, "Bian Zhilin is right, this is where he is sitting."

The fat man was taken aback, and he couldn't say anything with an embarrassed smile.

At this time, an angry voice came from behind the two of them.

"Get out of the way! This is not where you should sit!"