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"Haha, this junior, this is not a fake certificate you forged. Next time, if you forge a certificate from a local county writers' association, we might believe it. If you forge a certificate from the Central Writers' Association, it will be a joke..."

Listening to what Zhu Li and Hu Fei said, Zhang Zhiqiang suddenly figured it out, regained his composure, looked at Li Yuan with a sarcastic look, and shook his head:

"This junior, you should be down-to-earth and don't take crooked paths. You and these juniors, if you really like literature and want to join us, study hard and show us your talents..."

"If you perform well and can pass the review of our literature club, and study seriously with me in the future, it may not be impossible for you to join our Puyuan District Writers' Association..."

Li Yuan listened to the cold sarcasm of several people in the cultural club, and put on a high-handed posture, which made him laugh.

Is this the legendary "literati"?

It's really pretentious, and it's as self-righteous as I thought.

Listening to the words of the literature club, Li Yuan only felt funny and very interested.

Because, after he went to college, he really didn't encounter the plot of being looked down upon by others, and then pretending to be cool and getting slapped in the face.

This is the first time in the true sense.

After all, he started to earn his first pot of gold just after graduating from the college entrance examination, and his own clothes, appearance and figure are not suitable for being bullied.

Perhaps, only the "young literati" in the literature club who think highly of themselves will have this inexplicable sense of superiority.

Li Yuan sneered, pointed to the small red booklet thrown on the table, and said with a strange look:

"Um, everyone, are you sure you don't want to see my membership card?"

The tall and thin girl with short hair frowned with some disgust, and the last bit of good impression on Li Yuan disappeared without a trace.

"Junior brother, do you have to let us expose you and humiliate yourself?"

Li Yuan smiled indifferently, a little bored, and he suddenly felt that there was nothing good to talk about with these idiots.

Listening to the ridicule from the literature club, Gao Xin, who was beside Li Yuan, couldn't help but sneer in rebuttal.

"I had some expectations for our school's literature club before, but now it seems that they are all just some people who are arrogant but incompetent."

Gao Xin's voice was loud and fast, and he didn't wait for the response from the literature club. He pointed at Li Yuan beside him and spoke with a playful look.

"Do you know who he is? Just say he made a fake certificate?"

Zhang Zhiqiang and others looked at Li Yuan with some doubts when they heard Gao Xin's words.

However, no matter how they looked at it, Li Yuan didn't look like a member of the Chinese Writers Association. They didn't know him at all.

Judging from his figure, if he was a national athlete, it was possible.

Being ridiculed by Gao Xin, the literature club members fought back.

Zhang Zhiqiang looked at Li Yuan with interest and said teasingly: "Oh, this junior, is he some otherworldly master who comes here to play the pig and eat the tiger?"

"I really want to know what your identity is and what masterpiece you have."

Li Yuan was holding Xia Zhijin's hand boredly, drawing circles on her palm with his fingers.

Listening to Zhang Zhiqiang's words, Li Yuan laughed and didn't bother to answer at all.

Why bother with a few college students who don't know the height of the world and think highly of themselves?

No matter what, he is also a CEO with a net worth of over 100 million, with the title of "founder of Zhihu".

Li Yuan's cold smile, which seemed to be indifferent and indifferent, made Zhang Zhiqiang furious. He stared at Li Yuan and his tone became more aggressive.

"Junior, tell us, tell us your identity and see if you can scare us?"

Li Lanrong, Ge Chenchen, Liu Jia and others couldn't help laughing after hearing this.

This time, before Gao Xin spoke, Liu Jia spoke first.

"Did he write the book you just madly belittled, "Battle of the Stars?"

"Now you know who he is?"

Hearing Liu Jia's words, Zhang Zhiqiang and others were all shocked and asked in disbelief.

"Did you really write "Battle of the Stars?"

Liu Jia continued to mock: "Haha, nonsense, this can be false. You just said that "Battle of the Stars" is worthless. Don't you even know the author of this book?"

"Or, you haven't read this book at all, and then you started to belittle it madly because you are jealous?"

"That's right, Brother Yuan's monthly royalties are more than you earn in your lifetime. It's normal to be jealous. However, if you are sick, you should go to the hospital for treatment, don't look down on others with a dog's eye."

"In this world, some The starting point of a person is the height that you will never reach in your lifetime. "

"Besides, whether online literature has literary significance is not something that you can decide here. It is decided by the 1.4 billion people in the country."

"The National Writers Association recognizes the value of online literature and sent Brother Yuan a membership card of the China Writers Association. Who are you and what qualifications do you have to judge online literature?"

Listening to Liu Jia's string of counterattacks, several people, including Li Yuan, were stunned, as if they were meeting this classmate who laughed every day for the first time.

Li Lanrong looked at Liu Jia's endless speech, and a strange emotion flashed through her heart. She had been in contact with him more in the past month, and she was a little fond of boys with Liu Jia's personality...

However, Li Lanrong was also a little distressed. Liu Jia didn't seem to be interested in her.

She gave several hints, but this guy didn't respond as if he didn't see them.

I don’t know if I really don’t understand, or if I am deliberately pretending not to understand.

Li Yuan reached out and took his membership card of the China Writers Association, put it into his pocket, looked at Liu Jia, and smiled faintly:

"Lao Liu, stop talking, summer insects cannot talk about ice."

Liu Jiazheng was squirting with passion, and when he heard Li Yuan's voice, he couldn't help but feel pity on his face.

He suddenly felt that this feeling of trolling someone without the person being trolled being afraid to retaliate was really great and extremely satisfying.

"Hey, Brother Yuan, you are just too low-key. You have to show your face in the exclusive interview with Modu TV tomorrow, lest anyone think that your membership card of the China Writers Association is fake."

"I thought those who could get into Xiamen University would have very high IQs and broad horizons. I didn't expect that I would encounter so many frogs in the well."

Liu Jia shook his head with a very regretful expression.

On the side, Zhang Zhiqiang and four other members of the literary club, who had been sprayed by Liu Jia for a long time, had their faces turning blue and white. They were so ashamed that they wanted to find a crack in the ground and burrow down immediately.

I just said so many "self-righteous" words, which seem really funny at the moment...

Li Yuan held Xia Zhijin's hand, looked at the people, and said with a faint smile:

"Zhijin, Lao Liu... let's go, don't waste time here."

Before Gao Xin left, he did not forget to mock: "It is indeed a waste of time. If the Daxia University Literary Club has this level and knowledge, it is not worthy of me to participate. It is meaningless."

Seeing that Li Yuan and others were about to leave, the fat girl among the four members of the literary club couldn't help but speak out.

"Um, Xia Hua Dada, can you wait a moment?"

Li Yuan turned around, looked at the fat girl, and spoke expressionlessly.

"Is something wrong?"

The fat girl looked at Li Yuan and mustered up the courage to explain with some trepidation.

"Xiahua Dada, I'm sorry, we didn't know it was you just now."

"Xia Huada, if you want to join our literary club, all members of our literary club will definitely welcome you."

Zhang Zhiqiang, who was next to the fat girl, frowned slightly when he heard Julie apologize and ask Li Yuan to join the literary club. He wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't speak.

With Li Yuan's status, if he can join the literary club, it will also make the Daxia University Literary Club famous.

Being a member of the Writers' Association is also very beneficial to my future development as the vice president of the literary club.

Li Yuan laughed dumbly and shook his head. Seeing that the fat girl was sincerely apologizing, he gave a meaningful suggestion.

"In the future, online literature will play a decisive role in the cultural field, and it will also be an era where a hundred flowers bloom. I hope you will remember one sentence: Literature is always for the public, and literature that is liked by the public is what really needs to be developed. literature."

"That's it for now. I won't say much else. Practice is the only criterion for testing truth. Let time bear witness."

"Let's go!"

…

Seeing Li Yuan and his party leaving, Julie suddenly felt a deep sense of loss in her heart.

She had a feeling that what Li Yuan said was probably right.

In the future, online literature will develop very quickly, and it is already beginning to take shape. As far as income is concerned, the income of leading online literature authors has begun to dwarf traditional literature.

The traditional literature they value can only be appreciated on their own in a small area.

Julie looked at the people around her, suddenly felt emotional, and said something depressed.

"I feel like we just personally turned away the opportunity for the literary club to take off?"

The thin girl with short hair thought about the legend about Li Yuan, her eyes looked strange, and she couldn't help but sigh with self-deprecation.

"Actually, Xia Hua and the others are right. We do think a little too highly of ourselves because of our status as members of the literary club. We are a little arrogant. In fact, we are just a bunch of frogs in the well..."

Zhang Zhiqiang saw that the two girls began to doubt themselves after listening to Li Yuan's words. He frowned and couldn't help but retort:

"I still stand by my point of view. Although online novels may make some money, they have no literary value and no spiritual significance."

"Even if "Battle of the Stars" becomes popular again, it will have little meaning in the face of traditional literature, and it is impossible to bring any spiritual strength to readers..."

After listening to Zhang Zhiqiang's words, Julie and Hu Fei looked at each other and shook their heads secretly.

"Just wait and see, time will tell."