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"Why do you have such an expression?" The girl suddenly turned her head, looked at Xu Shaoting and frowned, "Do you also watch "The Great Dao of Immortals"?"

The boy said: "Is there anyone who doesn't watch it? I'm not exaggerating. All the students in Shanghai are watching it. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to chat with their classmates in normal chats."

Xu Shaoting said silently in his heart, that's just right, I didn't go to school either, so I don't need to worry about it.

But he asked sincerely, "Is this novel very popular?"

"Not very." The boy's expression was extremely serious, "It's very, special, super."

Xu Shaoting was stunned by these three adjectives. Seeing him like this, several young people thought he had never seen "The Great Dao of Immortals". In addition to his perfunctory answer before, they murmured together and let Xu Shaoting listen without hesitation. They said that "the nephew should be real, but I don't know where Miss Xu is from the country."

I really can't be bothered to pay attention to these children. Xu Shaoting, whose real age is not too old, shook his head and walked away. After taking two steps, he turned around and asked, "Do you also read Zhixing's "The Story of Spring Breeze"?"

"I read it." The girl's expression brightened somehow after hearing his question, she stared at Xu Shaoting and said happily, "Our Chinese teacher recommended it, all the girls in the class read it, Mr. Zhixing is our favorite newcomer author."

"What is Zhixing writing?" Several boys chattered and chattered.

"Let's not talk about the naive writing, the writing is also inexplicable, what kind of shackles, there are no women in human beings, if such a novel can be published, I can write it."

"She must be a woman. Only when a woman is in the country can she write something that does not know the so-called thing. She can only see the suffering of her own gender, and the vision of a woman is just like that."

"Shut up!" The girl stood up suddenly, and everyone in Shen Lingjun's place looked over.

Mrs. Song looked even more worried, pointing at Sang and scolding Huai and said: "The young people nowadays are not educated at all, and they don't know how they are educated at home. If you ask me, don't let them out if you haven't been educated well."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and said to the men with a smile, "I have tea that I just harvested from Hangzhou in April, and you just come to taste it."

And the young people around Xu Shaoting had already dispersed, Shaoting also took the opportunity to run away quickly, the girl was walking side by side with him on the road.

Although I couldn't bear to see her wipe her eyes, she touched her pockets, not to mention napkins, and didn't bring a handkerchief, so I had to watch the girl cry with empty hands, which was very embarrassing.

Fortunately, it was only two drops, and the girl quickly recovered her mood, and said to him embarrassingly, "I'll show you a joke."

Xu Shaoting replied leniently: "It's what they said is wrong, there's nothing funny about it."

Seeing his more friendly eyes, the girl pursed her lips and said with a smile, "Have you read "The Story of Spring Breeze"?"

Xu Shaoting: "Well... I have seen it."

The girl said, "Your thinking is different from theirs, isn't it?"

Xu Shaoting thought about it: "Some people commented that Zhixing deliberately provoked gender antagonism, but I saw your male friends' remarks in front of me today, it is really strange, it is clearly the men who put male and female gender antagonism, how can you still treat me... …My favorite author, Zhixing, splashed dirty water on his body.”

The girl said: "We will not be friends with them in the future."

Xu Shaoting: "Wait! It's just a novel, don't break the friendship because of it, it's unnecessary."

"It's not really a friend." The girl smiled, "I want to be friends with boys like you, at least not as narrow-minded as them."

Xu Shaoting just wanted to decline... The autumn wind blew, and he just wanted to tremble, and quietly took two steps away from the woman.

However, the embarrassment was even more embarrassing. The young people watching people playing around the badminton court obviously didn't look back, so they were talking about someone carelessly.

The male voice said: "It was brought by the white man and that Bai Hua. Feng Tingting and the others rushed over. I don't know whether it should be said that Shaoting is shameless, or Feng Tingting and the others are like dogs."

This, Xu Shaoting saw, was still an acquaintance, wasn't it the young man who said that he "hugged the white man's thigh" at the end, he obviously had a small status, and there were several boys of the same age gathered around him.

A boy said: "It is right to be as proud as Ye Yunqi. If Mr. Qian Fengmingyue sees today's situation, I don't know how to feel sorry that we Chinese people don't have the spirit of resistance that China has had since ancient times."

The protagonist being talked about was right behind them, and said with a sinister smile: "If Qianfeng Mingyue was here, I would definitely ask your names, and then write them in the novel as cannon fodder."

The boys suddenly turned their heads and saw the protagonist who had been slandered standing behind them. Fortunately, they still knew right from wrong, so they lowered their heads and blushed, not daring to look at him.

Only the one in the center mocked him and said, "Why, don't you think what I said is wrong?"

Xu Shaoting ignored him, turned his head to the girl and said, "Strange, did you hear the dog barking?"

The girl swallowed her saliva and said in a low voice, "His father is very famous, it's better not to mess with him."

That one was obviously provoked, and roared furiously: "You call me a dog again!"

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Shen Jieke is still not enjoying himself on the court, and the court is already in chaos. The lady who played badminton with him is running around the court to pick up balls. She is so angry that she doesn't want to play with him for a long time, but she is also reluctant to leave the court.

Shen Jieke went to look outside the arena, just in case the lady didn't need to continue to struggle with "to fight or not to fight, this is really a question", he ran into a group of young people with long legs, and used a lot of strength to get Shen Lingjun The little classmate of the school was picked out.

Seeing him, a white man in a black uniform, I don't know if it's the double bonus for a white man plus a uniform. Brash young man.

Shen Jieke looked at the two of them, their hair and clothes were all messed up, but the exposed skin had no scars, maybe there were bruises, which haven't shown yet.

He laughed and asked, "What did you hit? Who did it first?"

But no one answered, Shen Jieke stared at the young man: "Did you do it first?"

His voice became serious, and his height and imposing manner also overwhelmed the young man. The young man pouted, and suddenly looked at Xu Shaoting viciously: "If you are capable, fight me for real. Now there is a white man who will do it for you." Backer, do you feel proud?"

Shen Jieke's face darkened: "It's okay for young boys to fight. They are still good brothers in a fight. If you talk about these things, you should reflect on yourself."

But the young man didn't say a word, took a deep look at Xu Shaoting, turned around and left. The crowd automatically moved out of the way when they saw him, like Moses crossing the sea, making his bleak but straight back look like a man. hero.

Shen Jieke looked at the boy and felt that he was just a child. He looked back at Xu Shaoting and asked with a smile on his face, "Let's do it again?"

Xu Shaoting covered his right cheek, licked the inside of his big tooth with his tongue, and some blood came out, which was nothing. He looked around, and the young people around him looked at him with strange and complicated eyes. He waved his hand, just wanted to leave this place.

"I'll go find senior brother." Xu Shaoting held his breath and said goodbye to Shen Jieke.

Shen Jieke stood there in a daze: "... who is your senior brother?"

Shen Lingjun is drinking tea made by Mrs. Song on the balcony facing the badminton court in the mansion. He is the youngest person sitting at this table, but no one ignores him. Not to mention Mrs. Song likes it very much, just bring it with him Mr. Shen, those men also like to chat with him about how advanced Western countries are and how backward China is.

Tea is good tea, but Shen Lingjun couldn't taste the taste of tea after listening to the incidental words. He wondered if it was because of Xu Shaoting that this was an opportunity to exercise. He really wanted to stay away from Mrs. Song. Some allergies.

The person who was thinking about her had already walked over. Mrs. Song was sharp-eyed and said with a smile, "That little classmate of yours is here to look for you."

Shen Lingjun smiled, and waited for someone to approach, and saw that he was covering his face. He had seen the crowd gathered in the badminton court just now, but he didn't take it seriously. Now that he thought about it, his face turned dark.

Sitting next to him, Mrs. Song felt that the atmosphere was not right, and before she could think of a way to calm it down, Shen Lingjun had already stood up and walked in front of the boy.

Stretching out his hands to hold his face, Xu Shaoting was frightened by his dark eyes staring at the piece of skin he was covering - he had seen many different faces of Shen Lingjun, but now this one is really cold.

"What's wrong with your face?" Shen Lingjun asked coldly.

As he said, he held his hand and moved away. Although his voice was as cold as ice, his movements were gentle and careful. When Xu Shaoting left Jack Shen, his face was still fair. After a few minutes, the lower part of his right cheek was bruised. .

Before Xu Shaoting could say anything, Mrs. Song poked her head and scolded angrily: "Who is playing wild here? Why don't you look at the guests brought by Police Officer Shen, don't look at my face, and even the British? Read it!"

Xu Shaoting put down his hand and said in a low voice, "I accidentally knocked it when I was playing badminton."

Shen Lingjun looked at him directly: "This cannot be knocked out."

"That's probably because I fell at an odd angle." Xu Shaoting laughed.

"why are you laughing?"

"I don't know... I just laughed when I thought it was funny."

Xu Shaoting held Shen Lingjun's hand instead: "Don't ask, I want to go home, brother...I don't want to stay here anymore."

Shen Lingjun was silent for a moment, then withdrew his hand, put his arm around his shoulder and said in a low voice: "Then I'll take you back."

He looked up and smiled, "I'll take my leave first."

Mrs. Song quickly said, "I have ice cubes here, and you can also ask the doctor to come—"

Seeing that Shen Lingjun turned around with the little classmate in his arms, his tone was still polite, but there was no doubt that he said goodbye to the others one by one.

When he turned his back, the smile on his face was gone, on the way back, Xu Shaoting wanted to say something, but he couldn't get up, the two of them had nothing to say for a while, Shen Lingjun said abruptly: "Did you win? "

Xu Shaoting thought about it, and really smiled this time: "He is probably on the left, and I punched him several times. As far as the punches he received, I won."

Shen Lingjun let out a "hum" from his nasal cavity, and smiled angrily: "Are you quite proud?"

Then I asked him, "Why did you fight?"

Then he said, "It's definitely not your fault."

Xu Shaoting listened to his naked/naked/naked favoritism, covered his face back, Shen Lingjun waited for his answer, and only waited for a sentence: "It's meaningless to associate with people. The more people you meet, the less you want to be with them." We communicated, and we are lucky to have one or two friends in our life."

"You're young..." Shen Lingjun wanted to laugh at the boy, but suddenly thought of the novels he had written, so he could only reply, "How many people have you met?"

"It's not as many as you have seen." Xu Shaoting replied calmly, "Brother, have you met, contacted, and traveled with many people, and still maintain passion, love, and genuine joy for this world?"

Shen Lingjun was speechless for a long time, and replied honestly: "If you can't argue with your novels, it's good if you don't get discouraged."

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When I got home that day, I didn't dare to let the three women in the family see that I was injured. The three of them were reading novels in the living room and didn't pay attention to him, which allowed Shaoting to escape for a while. The room is fine.As a result, Cheng also wrote novels, and failed novels. Zhenzhen came to him with the manuscript at night.

I wanted to say to him: "The role of Chi Yang is difficult for people to understand. Have you vilified an ordinary person like Yin Yue?"

Seeing Xu Shaoting's bruise on the underside of his cheek, the little girl ran out of the bedroom and called Xu Yanran and Zhang over.

Xu Shaoting lied and said that he fell, and managed to bluff the three women, but Shen Lingjun was still called by Xu Yanran.

Shen Lingjun replied: "Boys shouldn't be so delicate, don't raise Shaoting as a girl."

Xu Yanran said: "How can you write a novel if you break it? Fortunately, it didn't hurt your hand, but your face."

Shen Lingjun immediately changed his tone, and talked with Xu Yanran about the importance of his health.

It was only then that Xu Shaoting realized that Shen Lingjun was also reading the Shanghai morning newspaper every day, chasing serializations of his novels...

I will not mention this matter again, but returned to Shaoting’s novel "The Man Who Chased the Sun", and finally chose to submit it to the "Literature Today" newspaper. I wanted to continue to submit to "New Moon" magazine, but considering the size issue However, "New Moon" seemed to have no more room for long-form serialization, so it was replaced by "Today's Literature", which was recruiting novels.

Shao Ting didn't have much hope for a successful submission, but he received a reply the next day, not only the draft would be published immediately, he guessed that the newspaper might have opened the sky, but it just happened to make him lucky.

In fact, the editor-in-chief of the newspaper office was also surprised by how proudly he submitted the 15-word manuscript. Not to mention the extremely high degree of completion of the manuscript. The editors of "Today's Literature" couldn't stop crying about the delay of the manuscript.