A healing writer? No, it's a depressing writer!

Chapter 54 Asian Literature Competition
When this voice sounded,

Chu Tianjiao and Yang Wei both turned their eyes towards the dormitory door.

Suddenly, a girl in a student uniform, graceful and youthful, appeared in front of me.

Her hair was down to her waist, her lively eyes accentuated her long and straight eyelashes, and her well-dressed skirt coupled with her abstinence-like appearance stunned Chu Tianjiao and Yang Wei:
"No, these sisters are just too awesome looking."

Just as Chu Tianjiao and Yang Wei were admiring the good looks of the visitor.

Taozi looked at the two dazed boys in front of her and frowned immediately:
"Hey, I said-"

"Does Jiang Hai live in this dormitory?"

Jiang Hai?!?

Hearing this name, Chu Tianjiao hurriedly stood up from the stool:
"Are you asking Jiang Hai?"

"He's here!"

"Haizi, this girl is here to see you, you..."

Before Chu Tianjiao finished speaking,

Jiang Hai looked at the president of the school literature club who came to visit him and raised his eyebrows:
"Is something wrong?"

"Come out for a moment." Taozi blinked her beautiful eyes, then moved aside to make way for him, "It's not convenient for me to go into this boys' dormitory."

Jiang Hai remained unmoved: "If you have something to say, just say it. What do you want to do?"

As if she had already expected Jiang Hai to be like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water, Taozi looked at Jiang Hai helplessly:
"It was Sister Shuman who asked me to come and find you."

Although before this, Jiang Hai didn't know the president of the school literary club, that is, Taozi.

However, this cannot be denied that Taozi, a president and Coser——

Very popular in school!

She had only been standing at the dormitory door for a short while when many male classmates who lived nearby began to stand at the door and look in the direction of her and Jiang Hai.

"This is the milk tea that Sister Shuman asked me to give you."

"This is the lily that Sister Shuman asked me to give you."

"This is the baby's breath that Sister Shuman asked me to bring you."

"This is a pack of soft Zhonghua cigarettes that Sister Shuman asked me to bring you."

Like magic,

Taozi took out various gifts from her bag one by one.

There are flowers, milk tea, small gifts, and soft Chinese
Then he stuffed all of them into Jiang Hai's hands.

Jiang Hai felt that he couldn't even put his hands in anymore, so he quickly stopped:
"Wait a moment!"

"What are you doing?"

The hot summer weather,
In order to collect the gifts that Yang Shuman asked me to buy,
Taozi bought everything from the west district to the east district of the school, and it can be said that she never stopped for a moment.

"Didn't I tell you everything?" Taozi wiped the sweat from her forehead, and then stuffed a bag of spicy snacks into Jiang Hai's hand. "These things were brought to you by Sister Shuman. She said she wanted to thank you or something."

Without caring whether Jiang Hai could take the things away or not, Taozi stuffed all the things in the bag into Jiang Hai's hands.

She looked up at Jiang Hai, her eyes full of doubts:
"What did you do to Sister Shuman? Why did she buy so many things for you?"

"What kind of magic potion did you give Sister Shuman?"

I don't want to reveal that I am a contracted author under Yang Shuman.
I also don't want to talk too much about myself to Taozi, a stranger.

Jiang Hai held the pile of things in his arms and shrugged helplessly:

"I do not know either?"

"Maybe, probably, maybe, I should. Did I help her with a small favor before?"

Taozi really couldn't understand why Jiang Hai, a plain-looking student -

How on earth did he get connected with his sister, who had been excellent in both character and academics since childhood, had an outstanding temperament, and was excellent to the core?
To be honest, Yang Shuman has been Taozi's idol since she was a child. And Taozi just had a brief conversation with Yang Shuman, and she even sensed that Yang Shuman was attracted to this plain-looking boy in front of her.
There is actually a hint of admiration?
She admires Yang Shuman.

Yang Shuman worships rivers and seas.

Then, let's divide them by generation -

Isn't Jiang Hai the idol of his idol?
"You are not telling the truth." Taozi's intuition told her that this matter was definitely not as simple as Jiang Hai said, but she did not delve too deeply into Jiang Hai's words.

She looked at the boy in front of her with a slightly questioning look:
"I heard you have good writing skills?"

In fact, Taozi had heard a little about Jiang Hai's writing style.

If Jiang Hai’s writing skills weren’t good, he wouldn’t have been able to stand out in the [Three-Line Love Letter Contest]!
However, when she mentioned to her cousin Yang Shuman that Jiang Hai won the championship of the Three-Line Love Letter Contest, her cousin -

Not surprised at all?

As if this is how it should be?
"I'm not surprised that he won the championship."

“I would be surprised if he didn’t win.”

When Taozi heard Yang Shuman's evaluation of Jiang Hai, she immediately found it incredible -

Why do you have so much confidence in him?

No, where on earth is this confidence???

You know, in Taozi's impression, her cousin has always been very arrogant since she was a child. If she had to describe it in one sentence, it would be -

She has never submitted to anyone since she was a child!

Yang Shuman, who graduated from the Chinese Department of Peking University and has been blessed with various honors since childhood, would actually be so kind to a younger brother who is so much younger than her.
Why is it rated so highly?

What is going on?
What is wrong with this world???
Although she felt that this world was magical, Taozi still chose to believe in her cousin Yang Shuman's vision and extended an olive branch to Jiang Hai:

"How about it, are you interested in joining our literature club?"

Unexpectedly, Jiang Hai refused decisively:
"It's better not to."

It was as if he had been mentally prepared.

Taozi was not annoyed at all when Jiang Hai rejected her. She just stared at Jiang Hai with great interest:
"Do you know that in two days, domestic universities will join hands with Tokyo, Japan to hold a literary competition for academic discussion and exchange?"

"By then, there will be a lot of domestic writers and foreign scholars who will participate in this competition as judges. As students of our Chengxi Chinese Department—"

"Don't you have any interest in this kind of competition?"

"You can earn credits by participating in the competition!"

If Taozi hadn't said the last sentence 'You can get credits by participating in the competition', Jiang Hai would definitely have refused without even thinking about it.

However, when the word "credits" was mentioned, Jiang Hai hesitated:

"Only your literature club can participate in the competition?"

"That's not the case." Taozi shook her head. "As long as we are students of Chengxi Opera, anyone can participate!"

Seeing that Jiang Hai seemed a little interested, Taozi started to explain to Jiang Hai while counting on her fingers:

"I don't know about the domestic situation, but the writers sent by Japan to participate in the seminar have probably been confirmed. They include Higashino Keigo, who is known as the 'master of Japanese mystery literature', and Murakami Haruki, who is known as the 'representative of Japanese postmodern writers'. As for the universities that have confirmed their participation, they are even more impressive. They include the University of Tokyo and Waseda University."

"Hey, why did you leave?!?!"

As Taozi was talking, he noticed that Jiang Hai, who was standing in front of him and talking to him, turned around and walked back to the dormitory silently.

This action made her blush a little, and she started shouting towards Jiang Hai's back:

"No, you left before I even finished talking? Do you have any manners?"

Unexpectedly, Jiang Hai didn't even turn his head, but waved at her with his back turned:
"I'm a little tired today, let's talk about the competition later."

"We have a long way to go."

(End of this chapter)