First Player

No. 13 If there is no wind in the world (5). "

"Haha, I have read the story published by Mr. Kalcha recently. It is a very good story! Positive, sunny and healthy... this kind of story is what we need!"

"Your Excellency Romov, you praise me too much... Speaking of which, this is my beloved disciple Xiaoye, she is a hard-working young man... Young people are inexperienced, so they have to rely on you for more support. You are responsible for the creative funding. As for your application, we will follow up on it a lot.”

"Ah, hahaha... Xiaoye, at first glance, you can see that he is a young man with endless potential. Two generations of his family are outstanding creators. It is really a tiger father but no dog daughter! Things like cooperation... are easy to talk about, easy to talk about! Everyone Let’s make progress together to serve World Tree!”

Push the cup and change the cup, the light is bright.

People with smiles on their faces were holding wine glasses, and their words were full of "cooperation", "linkage" and "investment", with almost no discussion of the content of creation.

Those with high status have many followers. Those with low status become followers.

Su Mingan watched all this with cold eyes until someone came to his table.

It was a bald, square-faced, middle-aged man wearing thick-soled black-rimmed glasses. Next to him was a gloomy girl with thick bangs and wearing thick-soled glasses. Most of the attention in the banquet hall was focused on them.

"This is Wangcheng's new and popular dark horse, Mai Zi Que." The middle-aged man spoke with a deep voice.

Suddenly being called his pen name, Su Mingan felt ashamed of opening the box in public.

"Si Que, let me introduce you." Seeing that Su Ming'an ignored him, Yongchun quickly stepped forward to smooth things over: "This is Mr. Kalcha, the vice president of the Hongta Branch of the Creator Association. Next to him is the president's Daughter Ye Shurong. The one on the right is Mr. Romov, the member of the United Federation of Living Beings. They are all important people stationed in Hongta, and their stories were famous decades ago. "

Logically speaking, the newlyweds should stand up and toast at this time, but Su Mingan was still showing off the mango mousse.

"Si Que... you are still young, and you don't even know these seniors. I will take you around the wine table, toast each other, say hello, and you will get to know each other." Yongchun Dui said with a smile. He had already faintly seen the displeasure on Kalcha and the others.

If the person sitting here was not Su Ming'an, but an ordinary person who had just entered the workplace, even if he didn't want to, he could only stand up with a smile and join the "old man" in a circle to toast.

This is the bloody reality.

But sitting here happens to be Su Mingan.

Yongchun held Su Ming'an's wrist and whispered: "...Brother, I know you are noble, but a toast at this time is more effective than burying your head in writing tens of thousands of words! If you are tied to these big shots, in the When you encounter some difficulties, others will help you. Some people who would not see you originally may be willing to see you for the sake of these big people. Don't think this is bowing to reality. This is reality. ! If you don’t want to take a narrow road, you have to learn the hidden rules!”

"...Ha." Finally, Su Mingan raised his glass.

There was an immediate sense of relief as he raised his glass.

In fact, do Kalcha and others really care about a glass of wine? What they care about is only a kind of unspoken rule that has been established. They have been immersed in this unspoken rule for too long. All newcomers must be included in this unspoken rule, otherwise it will challenge their authority.

Once the social environment is limited to the wine table, it seems that one can only judge a person's sincerity by drinking - if you don't drink, you don't give face. The more you drink, the more sincere your heart is. Just because you're drunk means you're loyal to us.

When he first joined the university club, Su Ming'an encountered such a drinking culture. His seniors acted like seniors and persuaded their juniors to drink, but he refused to drink at all. Even though he explained that he couldn't drink, he was still isolated and looked down upon. , he quit the club the next day.

Students still have the courage to turn around and leave, but many people in society are no longer able to refuse.

Now, Su Mingan still maintains this spirit and politely declines: "I don't drink."

"..."

The faces of Kalcha and others were green and white, but they quickly recovered their smiles: "It seems that this kid is not interested in getting to know us. Xiaoye, let's go over there and have a look. There are also some young dark horses over there..."

They walked away quickly, without making things difficult or blaming. A truly mature person would not act like a villain and get angry, but would silently put Su Ming'an on the blacklist, while still remaining friendly on the surface.

If Si Que publishes new stories in the future, the Creators Association may not look good on him. Perhaps, in the near future, there will be public opinions that "Maizique is a newbie trying to be a big name", "Maizique has book quality but no moral character", and "young dark horses look down on their predecessors and are suspected of being inflated by fame".

People's eyes turned away, and Su Ming'an continued to show off his desserts until Ye Shurong walked up to him.

The girl was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a golden [World Tree Story Ranking: No. 129] medal hanging on her chest. Her critical eyes swept over Su Mingan's face and said lightly:

"... What you write is just a grand and touching story, full of self-fantasy and unrealistic idealism. To be fair, my story is more exciting than yours. Why is it not me who is popular in the royal city?"

She briefly told her story, including the structure, plot, characters... and then stared at Su Mingan.

Although she came to provoke, Su Mingan admired such people more than those seniors who only talked about capital. At least she really came to discuss creation.

Frankly speaking, the 14-year-old Si Que is still young, and there are many obtrusions in the story. It is not much more exciting than Ye Shurong's story, but it is unreasonable. Even though the quality of the two stories is similar, the popularity of the two is hugely different. Different places.

"What's this on your chest?" Su Mingan pointed to the badge.

Ye Shurong was stunned, then raised his head and said proudly: "The concept of creation has just appeared in the past few years. World Tree has compiled a ranking list and selected a thousand of its favorite stories. My story is ranked 129th, and you may not be included at all. Ranking?"

Su Mingan glanced at the panel. Indeed, Si Que's story was completed too late, and World Tree has not yet updated its second ranking list.

"I advise you not to be too arrogant." Ye Shurong said with his arms crossed: "Although I am young, I have seen many people who eagerly beg my father. This is just like a graduate student and a tutor. If you have a good tutor, you can usually When you give your name when you are doing something, others immediately look at each other with smiles and are polite... This is all due to the wisdom of the world. "

"Maizique, your talent is not enough to support you against the world."

Su Mingan smiled and said nothing.

At this time, several nobles came forward and toasted to Su Ming'an.

Su Mingan politely declined.

Si Que's 14-year-old age is really astonishing. Even if the first few people hit a wall, the following people still came one after another. Some are creators who come to discuss their experiences, some are nobles who want to make friends, and some are girls who are simply chasing stars. Su Mingan responded with wheat juice.

Until he felt a heavy weight in his hand, and the wine fell into his glass from above.

When he looked up, he saw a red-haired female aristocrat pouring wine for him, her hands full of glittering pearls.

"...Little Magpie, I am Marquis Norman, come and have a drink with me." She leaned over, the red dove gem swaying on her chest.

Su Mingan saw through her intentions at a glance and said calmly: "You can do something at the age of 14. You are really not a human being."

Marquis Norman smiled and said: "I just want to make a consensual deal with you. You can fight against the world to your heart's content and ignore anyone. I can take care of everything for you. Your second story, I I’ll also help you with your flow. Wouldn’t it be more comfortable to have a drink with me than with those gloomy uncles? You should have someone to support you.”

She leaned a little closer, and this sentence was almost threatening:

"...I think you don't want the bridge to lose your job as a Royal Engineer."

"You are so wanton now just because Qiaoqiao allows you to buy paper and pen. But without money and trapped in the daily necessities of life, do you think you can still write anything good? Your heart will be occupied by the trivialities of life. No more freedom to fantasize. Look at those kids who pick up trash in the slums every day. They can’t write interesting stories.”

Su Mingan saw the dark side of Luo Vasha.

At this time, Princess Estani, who had been masked and silent, suddenly stood up, took the wine glass from Su Mingan's hand, and poured it directly into Norman's face.

Norman covered his face, full of anger, about to explode. Princess Estani pulled off her veil directly, revealing a delicate and proud face.

In an instant, the banquet hall fell silent.

People did not expect that the host of the banquet would be sitting next to Su Mingan with his face covered.

"Princess." Marquis Norman secretly thought that was not good, and forced himself to explain: "Maizique is just a newcomer. According to common sense, people with lower levels of creation should give way to people with higher levels of creation. But he looked coldly on many seniors. , play big names..."

"What's 'according to common sense'?" Esdani stepped forward, protected Su Ming'an behind her, and sneered: "How many years has the concept of creation appeared? What's a 'creation circle', what's a 'creation potential'" Rules have appeared? Just look at qualifications, not level, any circle will be ruined because of such judging standards!”

She was still about to say something, but Su Ming'an waved his hand and said calmly: "Princess, there is no need to explain. Since everyone wants to see my creation level, just see it."

He opened the interface, turned around, and faced everyone.

…

You don't want to think about what happens next.

The funny and shocked expressions on people's faces don't make you feel happy about being slapped in the face, but instead make you feel deeply sad.

"Oh my god! He is actually a C-level creator!" The expression on Romov's face was chapped.

"The level of the president of the headquarters is currently the highest, but it is only D level! According to this, this kid can become the president..." Kalcha was dumbfounded.

"He...how could he...he is obviously two years younger than me...but he is better than dad..." Ye Shurong completely lost his pride and turned pale.

"Impossible! Why, why is this rating, does World Tree like him so much!?" Norman's eyes were split, and the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground.

"The First Creator!! This is the First Creator!! Oh my gosh, I actually saw the First Creator of the entire Luovasha in the Red Tower!" People whispered to each other, and some people quickly took out their cameras and recorded This scene.

"Greetings to the Dragon King!" Yongchun bowed his head directly.

——Should you be happy?

——Should you be secretly happy?

This scene of all the people in the banquet hall bowing to you, this slap in the face, is enough to make anyone excited and excited.

However, you did not experience any joy at all.

The core of any comedy is tragedy.

Behind the seemingly cool drama is people's firm defense and persistence of the "hidden rules."

What they worship is not you, but the cold letter in front of you.

They are not trying to please you, but the world tree that likes your story.

They are not worshipping you, but the strict class order behind you.

Ye Shurong's story is not much different from yours, why is it you who gets everything? It's just the preference of the world tree's taste, just the outlet.

Their faces quickly changed to flattering, even Kalcha and others who walked away coldly at the beginning came over with smiles on their faces and toasted you - how interesting, just now you needed to toast them, now the status of both parties has changed, and you have become the beneficiary of this unspoken rule.

But you don't want to be "Kalcha".

"Senior, I toast you a glass..." Kalcha smiled and walked towards you. It's like a chameleon that is completely different from you.

You can't bear it anymore, put down the wheat juice and leave, the smell of alcohol in the hall makes you want to vomit. Before leaving, you took a look at Kalcha's expression - this bald middle-aged man had a bloody face, was full of alcohol, and looked like he was about to vomit. He probably didn't want to drink, but there was no way. Maybe for the sake of life and family, he had to integrate into these unspoken rules and become part of the order. And his children, perhaps more than a decade later, will also be in such a vicious circle and walk onto the wine table as newcomers.

You are just a little luckier to escape this endless vicious circle.

After leaving the banquet hall, the cold wind brushed past the columns and blew your long green hair. You suddenly felt refreshed, as if you had finally escaped from the corrupt world for a short time.

You walked aimlessly. The garden of the palace was very large, with beautiful flowers everywhere. At this moment, you suddenly felt a pain in your chest.

...

... Poisoned?

Su Mingan remembered that many people had approached him just now. Si Que was still small and had no resistance to poison.

He walked back with the help of the wall, but his vision was dizzy and he didn't know where he was. When she walked to the corridor, she heard the voice of Marquis Norman:

"... He should be nearby, I heard footsteps. I finally got rid of the guards, and I want to succeed in one go."

She held a large sack and looked around for Su Mingan.

Su Mingan walked to the corridor, and the doors on both sides were closed. At this time, Norman seemed to hear the sound and walked towards him quickly.

"Click."

Just then, a hand stretched out from the door next to him and pulled Su Mingan into the door.