I am not a literary giant

Chapter 144 Futurism

Prince Xu listened with deep respect, but when he entered the hall, he couldn't find the figure with the striking green hair. He guessed that, given the poet's character, she wouldn't just "dare to let herself" miss the opportunity to see Yanzi Mountain in person; she might not even care at all.

Have you seen Zhao Peilin?

"No." Xu Rongrong said, her eyes still looking around.

Wang Zixu said, "Let's find a seat first. He might not have arrived yet."

He found an empty seat and was about to move in when the girl next to him pressed down on the seat: "Excuse me, this seat is taken."

A girl at the far end of the row of seats waved in this direction: "Rongrong, come here, come here, I saved you a seat!"

Xu Rongrong asked, "How many did you claim?"

Just one.

Seeing Xu Rongrong's slightly apologetic gaze, Wang Zixu said, "You go ahead. I'll find another seat."

As it turned out, all the empty seats he looked for were "occupied." The students touched the empty seats one by one and said they were occupied, which had a bit of a Chinese horror feel to it. In literature, it would be magical realism, but in reality, it's futurism—the "occupied" seats these people were referring to were in the future tense, meaning there would be people sitting there in the future, so you can't sit there now.

However, Prince Xu couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Isn't it a bit immoral to use the sword of the future to kill the current official?" Especially since the hall was sparsely populated, yet every seat was occupied.

They are all future warriors.

When he found the last row, he saw familiar faces: the three girls who had led him there were sitting in the last row in the same order, and they were also surprised to see him.

The girl in the polka-dot dress pouted her full lips: "You're here too? No wonder it was hard to find a seat. Even non-Nanjing University students came in to listen."

The prince humbly remarked that she was being a bit too partisan, but he didn't say it aloud. Instead, he pointed to the seat next to her and asked, "Is this seat taken?"

"There's someone here. We reserved it for our classmates."

The girl with long eyelashes spoke first: "Go sit in the first row. We asked the same question before, and they were basically just reserving seats for others."

Wang Zixu said, "Isn't the first row reserved for leaders?"

"No, no, it's just that people simply don't like sitting in the front row."

Wang Zixu recalled that when he was in high school, his notoriously sharp-tongued homeroom teacher's favorite saying was: "Look at you all, every time you go to the auditorium to find a seat, you like to sit in the back. Let me tell you, students from prestigious universities fight for the front row seats. The front row of university classrooms is never empty..."

He sat on the edge of the first row, feeling slightly annoyed. He felt that the stage lights were warmer than those behind him, and after a while, he started to feel sleepy.

A young man in a casual suit, looking rather dapper, swaggered in, sat down next to Wang Zixu with an air of nonchalance, glanced at the weary-looking Wang Zixu, and then looked away.

Prince squinted, not having a good impression of the boy, which reminded him of the classic evaluation in ancient physiognomy books: "The sinews do not bind the bones, and the pulse does not control the flesh"... Fortunately, he did not know that this boy was Shi Shuqiu, who had just changed his clothes and come over.

Shi Shuqiu paid great attention to his appearance. He would change into his sports uniform on the playground and a suit in the auditorium, never being careless. This was one of his secrets to winning the hearts of many girls. Seeing him sit down next to Wang Zixu, a buzzing sound filled the entire hall.

"Did you see that? Did you see that?"

"I saw it."

"Have you heard about Lu Qingxuan's situation?"

"Hmm. Shi Shuqiu won't clash with this person, will she?"

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"It seems they don't know each other."

The girls in the back row exchanged glances and spoke very simply, leaving those unfamiliar with the background completely confused.

Every class has its own secret radio station, a conduit that broadcasts all sorts of rumors and gossip to the entire class at a fixed frequency and at top speed. The girls in the back row are that station. Their insights and perspectives greatly influence public opinion.

Wang Zixu, being an outsider, clearly did not understand the local dynamics. If he had the habit of writing a diary, he would only summarize his day upon returning home: Today I met an old friend, a poet, whose original name was Du Kezhu; Today I met a new friend, Lu Qingxuan.

What he didn't know was that Du Kezhu and Lu Qingxuan were not as one-dimensional in the public eye as he had seen them. Through the processing of the secret radio station, there were extremely vivid and interesting entanglements between Lu Qingxuan, Du Kezhu, Shi Shuqiu, and a series of other influential figures.

Wang Zixu, this unexpected big shot, is seen by the radio station as a troublemaker who barges in. Unfortunately, he is too old. If he were in his prime and participated in this love triangle, it would probably have made the secret radio station even more excited and added more layers of drama.

A girl in a polka-dot dress posted a commentary: "Don't rush, let's watch the show. Once Shi Shuqiu discovers his identity, things will get interesting."

It has to be said that she was somewhat gloating, but unfortunately, they waited a long time, and the fun they were expecting never happened. Wang Zixu was already playing with his phone.

Ning Chunyan said she would ask the Little Prince for help. Her expression was serious, her gaze resolute. But in Wang Zixu's phone, she used every trick in the book, acting cute and charming. Wang Zixu, on the other hand, felt it was too easy for her to agree so readily, and treated her like a virtual pet.

The buzzing in the auditorium gradually subsided. Wang Zixu glanced around, put away his phone, and the man in the suit next to him coughed lightly and stood up.

We've arrived at Yanzishan.

This man seemed to enter the hall carrying with him an aura of prestige; the crowd felt his overwhelming presence and reacted strongly. Yan Zishan strode in, glanced down, and then suddenly stopped.

The person behind her asked, "Teacher Yan, what's wrong?"

Yan Zishan's eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses, swept over Wang Zixu, and he said softly, "It's nothing."

He nodded to Prince Xu.

Wang Zixu thought of the message he had asked Diao Yiwen to convey, the rather mysterious "go to the East China Sea".

How about it? I'm here now.

He returned the nod.

Shi Shuqiu became restless, rubbing his hands on his knees, his eyes gleaming, his lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately remained silent. He took Yanzishan's nod as a greeting.

Before the interview started, Wang Zixu took out his phone and saw a message from Raymond Lam:

"nailed it."

Then, the other party sent another message: "How's it going on your end? Have you gotten your autograph yet at Yanzishan?"

Wang Zixu took a picture of the stage and then sent a message: "A symposium is in progress."

"Tell me what you talked about after you've finished listening. I can't make it in time, what a pity!"

Prince Xu said, "Okay."

Then he regretted it. The seminar at Yanzishan was mainly for students, and the various sessions were filled with student questions and interactions. The topics were all rather superficial and offered no real insight for him. After only ten minutes, he was already feeling drowsy again.

(End of this chapter)