I'm not a literary giant

Chapter 81 Godzilla

Wang Zixu looked at the tall, short, fat, thin and colorful guys in front of him. They were standing in this bleak industrial and cold cement place, shining brightly like fireflies in the dark night. He was shocked to be speechless for a moment.

The pink-haired poet girl kept chewing gum, and the "squeak" sound echoed between the concrete walls. No one spoke. Everyone was staring at Wang Zixu seriously and even affectionately, expecting him to give orders.

The prince cleared his throat and called out to the little prince in his heart to take over the situation, but there was no response. After several unsuccessful attempts, he could only say dryly:
"Well, please introduce yourselves one by one."

The tall and strong Yingchan asked: "Who starts first?"

Wang Zixu said, "Whoever is ready first can speak first."

After that, he added: "You can talk about your education, experience, reading, and creative achievements. You can also talk about your personality and show it in all aspects. Try to be as detailed as possible. You can treat this as... an interview."

Everyone looked at each other, and finally a short-haired boy stepped forward:
"I'm too embarrassed to talk about it, so I'll just throw out some ideas. I'm a lost believer, you can call me a believer... By the way, do you want to tell me your real name?"

Wang Zixu shook his head: "We don't use real names here."

"Oh." The believer continued, "I am a senior student at the University of Finance and Economics, and I used to be an editor for our school newspaper."

"University of Finance," the poet next to him repeated while chewing gum, "Is it the local first-class university? Is it a non-key university?"

The believer said: "No, our school is a 211."

"Oh, you are a 211 student, and you want to be a speech therapist?"

The believer was a little embarrassed: "I'm here to make some extra money. The main reason is that my strength doesn't allow me not to come. I'm always in the top ten of the daily sales list, and I'm in the same boat with Yingjiang. You know the poet, right?"

Yingjiang, who was muscular, smiled and said, "Yes, he was seventh and I was eighth yesterday. We rarely fall out of the top ten."

The two high-fived each other in the air.

The poet said: "I haven't paid attention to anyone other than the top three for a long time."

"I'm so angry. You were third yesterday, right? You got me."

"You are the top three bullying us!"

Wang Zixu felt the need to bring the topic back to the topic and asked, "How much do you read, believer?"

The believer said: "The reading volume is not bad, I estimate that there are thousands of books, but most of them are online."

Wang Zixu asked, "Have you read Tolstoy's books?"

The believer shook his head.

Wang Zixu said: "Okay, I know your level. Next one."

The believer said, "Let me ask, how do we describe our reading volume? Should we say the number of words?"

Wang Zixu pointed to the bookshelf next to him and said, "You can take a look at the books on the shelf and count how many you have read."

The believer said, "What if the book I am reading is not on the shelf?"

Wang Zixu shook his head: "That means it's not very useful."

"..."

The strong and powerful Yingjiang said: "Let me tell you about it. I am a graduate student in the Department of Literature at Jiangnan University. As for my creative experience, in addition to speech therapy, I have written more papers. As for the amount of reading, I just glanced at the books on this bookshelf and have read 70% of them. I have also heard of the rest. By the way, Jiangnan University is a 985 university."

After he finished speaking, Wang Zixu felt that he had become shorter. But the good news was that he found that the believer had also become shorter, so he felt a little relieved.

The poet chewed his gum and said, "You, a 985 graduate student, are writing the script?"

Sakura-chan said with great confidence: "What's wrong with writing scripts? There are not many jobs like this that can make money and give satisfaction! Or rather, it is the only one!"

The poet said: "You can be a cowherd."

The burly Yingchan said, "Do you think I haven't tried it?"

"what?"

"It's really easy to get caught offline. If I get caught, everything will be ruined. I was planning to stay in school."

The believer said, "You are a graduate student? You are not a sports student, are you?"

Sakura-chan, who was made of copper and iron, turned her head and looked at him: "Have you ever seen a sports student take the postgraduate entrance examination?"

"Su Bingtian."

"I lose to you. I think so. Fitness is a hobby, not a job."

Wang Zixu looked at the pink-haired poet and said, "It's your turn."

She spoke quickly: "I'm from Nanjing University. I'm a freshman. My pen names include Leng Ye Chang Feng, Qu Shui Xiu, Murong Ying, Fei Tian Zi... Well, that's about it. There may be some other small platforms, but I can't remember them."

Everyone nearby took out their phones and started to check. The believer was the first to shout, "Oh my god! A big V with 100,000 followers!" Yingjiang said, "Who are you checking? I checked Fei Tianzi, and it was said to be Hong Xiu Diamond. The author said there are two books with one million words."

"I checked Murong Ying. Oh my god, did you know that? And she is also a relationship blogger."

Cheng Xing remained calm and composed: "I've heard of Leng Ye Chang Feng and Fei Tian Zi. They are both well-known female online writers. I didn't expect that they are the same person..."

Wang Zixu asked: "Why do you want to use a vest?"

The poet chewed his gum for a while and said, "Just open it if you want to. There's no special reason."

After a pause, she continued, "Because the several books I want to write have different styles, I want to differentiate them. Also, I don't want to lead old readers into new situations."

Prince Xu nodded, and everyone else was choking. After a long silence, Yingjiang finally spoke:

"Aren't you from a 985 university as well? You just talked about us!"

The believer also came to his senses: "Yeah! How come you, who graduated from a 985 university, are writing scripts? And you're a woman! What was your mentality when you were a speech therapist?"

The poet shook his hair and said, "So I was just curious. I thought I was quite bored, but I didn't expect that there were people who were as bored as me. I just want to ask you what you think.

"Also, from my perspective, I think you all don't understand women. Your speech therapy method seems pretty crude to me. Only women know how to tease other women."

The believer and Yingchan were somewhat unconvinced. Those who were able to achieve a certain level of success in speech therapy were somewhat arrogant, but the poet's resume was too impressive, and just a casual talk gave them a great sense of oppression, forcing them to submit.

People in the literary field often quarrel, and in the end, their achievements always speak for themselves. When faced with an opponent like the poet, it is hard to know where to start - she is impeccable in speech therapy, academic qualifications, and literature.

The genius girl is impeccable.

The prince waved his hand, indicating that he wanted to skip this topic: "Next, next."

Cheng Xing spoke next. He looked at Wang Zixu and said, "Do I need to hide my real name? My pen name is the same as my real name."

Wang Zixu said: "Your situation is special, so forget it."

Cheng Xing said, "Okay, then I will introduce myself directly. My name is Cheng Xing, and I am also from Nanjing University, but I graduated a long time ago and am now a full-time writer.

"I have published dozens of short stories in magazines such as Novel Monthly and South Wind. My novel Monk's Journey has been published. I have won the second prize of New Sprouts and the third prize of New Talents. As for the amount of reading, I haven't read a lot. I just glanced at this bookshelf and read half of it."

The others stared at him as if they were watching the true God descend.

Then someone reacted: "Are you Teacher Cheng Xing? Are you a real person?"

"Teacher Cheng Xing, why did you come here to write the script in person?"

Cheng Xing smiled modestly: "I simply admire the Little Prince and want to come and see him in person. Even if I don't make a penny in the end, it's worth it to understand the Little Prince's creative philosophy."

Everyone was speechless.

Wang Zixu didn't know what to say, so he turned to look at the last silent boy: "What about you?"

The timid boy said, "My name is Xiaoba... I am not special compared to everyone else. If there is anything special, it is that I think of myself as a fire-breathing mechanical Godzilla."

Everyone was silent.

Wang Zixu said: "I'm sorry, I don't understand what you mean."

Xiao Ba said: "That is to say, every time I write, I have the illusion that I am a Godzilla. I feel that I am ugly and ferocious, I am majestic and tyrannical, and I have the power to destroy everything. I hate myself like this, but I also like myself like this.

"But my emotions are too strong. I am jealous, fragile, and I close myself off. I use iron plates to piece together my body, and I use the flames of jealousy to ignite others. Because of this, my writing often hurts people. I am only ranked in the top 30 on the daily sales list, and I don't know why I was chosen."

Only after understanding it, can we know its greatness. Xiao Ba's speech was more shocking than hearing a bunch of 985 graduate students. Everyone was silent for a long time.

Wang Zixu said: "No matter how you perceive yourself, you must first accept yourself."

"Thank you, Little Prince Teacher." Xiao Ba said, "Actually, I feel very comfortable now. This is the first time I tell someone that I am Godzilla. I have never felt so relaxed in my life. Thank you, Little Prince Teacher."

Yingjiang said faintly: "Maybe, this is the charm of the little prince teacher."

Wang Zixu let them move freely and read books first. He went to find Ye Lan and asked quietly:
"Are all these people we selected a little weird?"

Ye Lan was talking to the cook at the time, telling her about her job. After listening to Wang Zixu's words, she said:

"How dare you call others weird? You and Zuo Ziliang, you two are both weird, okay? I feel very stressed working with you guys every day. You should reflect on yourself."

After that, she continued, "Now everyone has invested. They have all come from far away. They were selected by you and Zuo Ziliang. If you are not satisfied, don't come to me. But the script task must be completed! You only have 20 days."

Wang Zixu said, "Don't worry about that."

He turned around and saw a figure in a dark windbreaker, with his hands in his pockets, walking towards the living room. It was the little prince.

So he felt relieved and followed the little prince into the living room.

(End of this chapter)