I'm not a literary giant

Chapter 46 The Snows of Kilimanjaro

【That's good. I like you to be wet.】

Qiuge: [Okay. But I suggest you be more gentle. I have a bad temper. I am not only easily angered but also easily broken, just like the pottery made by the Yangshao people.]

After saying this, Ning Chunyan chuckled. She was very satisfied with her "use of allusion".

The Little Prince: [Don't worry. I will treat you like my favorite thing.]

Qiuge: [What is your favorite thing? ]

The Little Prince: [Books.]

Qiuge: [You want to see me? ]

The Little Prince: [No. I am not interested in seeing you for the time being. As we all know, the first thing to do after buying a book is to take off the book cover.]

Qiuge: [Indeed.]

The Little Prince: [Did you wear a belt?]

Qiuge: [Not now. But I usually wear it.]

【What brand is it? 】

【Gucci.】

[Gucci, luxury and simplicity, right? No more luxury. Simplify. Take it off.]

[As you wish.] Ning Chunyan replied while grinning foolishly.

The Little Prince: [There are always all kinds of flattering words written on the book jackets by various celebrities, such as "a truly inspiring work" and "the purest and most beautiful call in this corrupt world". These are all comments given to you by others. Why do you need others to tell you what it is like? Can't you just go and see it yourself?]

Qiuge: [I understand. It seems that the book waist is indeed the most unnecessary thing, and it should be taken off.]

The Little Prince: [There is no need for a book cover. It is a hardcover book with a hardcover, which is always covered with a layer of cardboard. It is usually designed in a fancy way, but it is useless.]

Qiuge: [Are you going to ask me what I'm wearing next? ]

The Little Prince: Yes.

Qiuge: [I was wearing a light yellow skirt with thin shoulder straps, white casual shorts, bare legs, and a pair of white socks on my feet.]

The Little Prince: [You can keep the little white socks. ]

Ning Chunyan rubbed her face and pinched her earlobe for a long time. She felt her face getting hot.

She said: [What then? The book jacket has been thrown away, the cover has been taken off, and now the whole book is lying in your hands. How are you going to read it?]

The Little Prince: [Reading is a wonderful thing for me. I can't read e-books, but paper books are addictive. I am addicted to the smell of pulp and ink between the pages. I can't help but bury my head between the pages to breathe. When my fingers turn the pages, the sound of the pages and the feel of the paper are intoxicating. I will deliberately use the sweat on my fingertips to soak the paper until it is soft, and I will gently stroke every line of words on the page.]

Qiuge: [You read very seriously. I’m at a loss if I sell this book to you.]

That night, Ning Chunyan and Prince Xu chatted a lot, in the identities of Qiuge and the little prince respectively.

She told him almost all of her feelings at this stage of her life, about her fear of marriage and her boredom with blind dates, about her distance from literature and her love for the Little Prince.

She told him that she had been to the distant Qilian Mountains, where the sky was high and the land was vast, and everything was green. In the distance, the towering peaks stood like jade pillars in the sky, the snow on the top was snow, and the snow on the mountainside was sheep. She had also been to the prosperous Donghai, where a cup of milk tea cost 40 yuan, there was not a single tree branch on the road that was not to her liking, and everything was filled with the exquisiteness of money. She lived on the 22nd floor of the hotel and could look straight at the towering Pearl Tower.

She told him that she was not as elegant as she seemed. Her desire for a turbulent life and fierce collisions made her exude a dangerous aura. However, she was often invited to sit among a group of sanctimonious people and talk about extremely serious topics such as literature, art, national character and context. If people found out that she was secretly in love with the vulgar and obscene works such as the scripts of the little prince, and even used dirty means just to talk to him, her image would collapse like a snowy mountain, and she would close down in her circle. But this feeling of walking on the edge of destruction made her addicted. But the little prince told her nothing. Or rather, he only told her that he liked books, music, and being alone. He did not reveal anything about his identity, place of origin, or even gender. He kept it secret to the greatest extent.

But Ning Chunyan just thought he was so cool like this.

At the end of the conversation, Ning Chunyan gave the little prince the most expensive virtual gift available on the platform. Later, the prince checked the price and found it was a full 10,000 yuan.

Ning Chunyan said she was very happy. Wang Zixu didn't understand why she was so happy. She was obviously the one who spent the money.

……

It was late. Even those who stayed up late for speech therapy were few and far between at this point. Wen Ai's speech therapy group was completely quiet. Only a few people who stayed up late were either organizing scripts or discussing speech therapy techniques.

Suddenly, a shocking piece of news came from the crowd, startling everyone.

Xingsheng: [Fuck! Check out the daily sales chart! ]

After seeing the group message, the sunny and cheerful Sakura opened the daily sales list in a daze. She first checked her own ranking. After confirming that there was no change, she took a quick glance and did not find any highlights.

But at this time, the group had already started to flood the screen with "WTF".

Yingjiang looked at the daily sales list again. This list records the people with the highest sales from 0: on the day to the current time. Sales have two sources, one is the order time, and the other is the reward.

Generally speaking, by 8 o'clock in the evening, there will not be much change in this list, and by 9 o'clock, it will be basically unchanged.

It was 11pm, so the list shouldn't have changed. Until Yingchan saw the number one, she rubbed her eyes in disbelief and looked at it again.

"Fuck, why is the first place the little prince? Where did he come from? Is he the little prince I was thinking of?"

His question is also a concern for everyone else in the group.

[Is this little prince who ranked first a script master? Is that true? ]

[It should just be a coincidence of names, why would the boss bother to compete with us for food? 】

[But I've never heard of this person before? Could it really be him? ]

[I'm afraid it's him. He's the only one who has this ability? ]

After a while, another message set off the entire group chat.

Xingsheng: [I asked the operation. This little prince is the little prince who uprooted the baobab tree.]

Xingsheng: [But they said that Little Prince Boss was only taking orders temporarily and would not continue to take orders. They told us not to worry.]

After he finished speaking, the group chat was filled with “WTF!” again, and then, “Little Prince, oh my god!” flooded the screen.

Zuo Ziliang called Ye Lan and said, "It seems that the outcome of our crisis has come out."

Ye Lan had just finished taking a shower and didn't notice the movement in the group. He asked, "How is it? Is the result good or bad?"

Zuo Ziliang said: "Look at the number one on the daily sales list, that's the answer."

Ye Lan picked up the toothbrush and took out his mobile phone. He opened it and saw that the toothbrush had fallen into the sink. He didn't pick it up for a long time.

(End of this chapter)