Lisco's American Life

Jerry held the notebook in his hand as if he had found a treasure, hugging it happily in his arms.

"Thanks,"

Lisko smiled and looked at the youthful Jerry, feeling as if he had seen his own school career. His experiences and thoughts in two lifetimes made him always look mature.

"I think you still have something to talk about, so I'll take my leave now. Come on, Writer Lisko, I believe you will win the Nobel."

Jerry was also very discerning. Seeing that the dean on the side seemed to have something to do, he quickly said goodbye, but before leaving, he cheered Lisko up.

"Thank you for your support, I will try my best."

Lisko looked at Jerry's fist dumbfounded, but reluctantly stretched out his hand to touch him. Many people felt that they were bound to win the Nobel, but only Lisko felt that not winning this time seemed to have no impact on him.

, he is still young, and there are still so many works in his previous life that have not been written out in his mind. The Nobel Prize is a must for him, but the premise is that it is a matter of time.

Seeing Jerry push open the door and walk out, the dean also politely made his request.

"Mr. Lisko, my daughter is also a fan of yours, so can you please sign it for me?"

The dean didn't say anything just now because he wanted to maintain his own image in the school and his position had to be a deterrent to the students.

But when I think about the big female devil in my family, if I knew that I had contacted Lisko, her idol, but didn't ask for her autograph, I would definitely have suffered for a long time.

Mentioning his daughter, the dean's face was filled with a happy smile. His daughter was usually well-behaved and cute, and her hobbies were literature and movies. Although she was a little obsessed with movie stars, where information was easily available, she was far less obsessed with Lisko.

The obsession is serious.

As the saying goes, the best thing is what you can't get. The reason why Lisko didn't like exposure at first was that he didn't like the media, and he was also afraid that he would lose all his freedom and be discovered wherever he went.

Of course, publishing companies and agents don't agree with it. With Lisko's face, even if he doesn't write a book, he can easily become an idol in the hearts of thousands of girls.

Coupled with Lisko's writing bonus, if exposed, it would be a fortune within reach, but Lisko was unwilling, and he had a strong background, so although the publishing company felt it was a pity, they still took advantage of him.

no way.

Who knew that Lisko's approach would arouse even more craziness among book fans. There are only a few scattered photos of Lisko taken by people on the Internet. The blurry photos were downloaded and saved by many book fans.

Moreover, many of his fans are white-collar workers, financial professionals, doctors, lawyers, elites, and college students. They all admire Lisko's approach and think that the writers they like are different from other writers.

, writing a book, I wish I could spend all the remaining time on the road doing interviews.

They believe that Lisko has a high level of proficiency, and even liking his books is a sign of discernment. This is something that the publishing company, agent, and Lisko himself did not expect.

"No problem at all."

Lisko thought it was something else. He just looked at the dean and hesitated to speak several times.

"That's great."

The dean quickly took out the small notebook he carried with him to record the bad behavior of students, flipped it to the back, and placed it solemnly on the table in front of Lisko where nothing had been written down.

Lisko took it and signed his name in gorgeous cursive script without any hesitation.

After writing and handing it to the dean, Liske's cell phone rang. He took out his cell phone from his side pocket and saw the call alert, it was Zhang Li.

"Hey, Li Li, I've come out. I'm in the school's reception room. Yes, I'm not injured. You go out first. I'll put on a disguise and go out. We'll meet at the gate. By the way, can you help me?

Go to the mall nearby and buy a shirt."

Li Ke explained the matter to Zhang Li and said goodbye. He tied the hem of his shirt and stuffed it into his waist. Although his chest and embossed abdominal muscles could still be vaguely seen, they were more exposed than before.

much better.

Liske asked the dean for a disposable mask. For the school, there was no shortage of such things in the nearby infirmary, so he got it easily.

Lisko put on a mask, his own large-frame sunglasses, and a specially dressed shirt. He looked like a completely different style, like a leisurely tourist on Miami Beach.

After arranging his somewhat messy hair in the mirror, Liske went out confidently. He deliberately lowered his head during the journey and looked at the students beside him who were completely unaware. He was not only a little proud.

"I heard that writer Liske came to our school. He was recognized at the door just now. Should we go over and have a look?"

"They dispersed a long time ago. I heard there was almost a commotion, but it was the dean who went over to rescue him from the crowd."

"The dean of students? That big black face."

"But the popularity of writer Lisko is really terrifying in our school."

"I also like his books."

Lisko felt a little happy when he heard the passers-by talking about him. It was quite refreshing to hear people he didn't know praise him.

When he arrived at the door, Liske looked around and saw Zhang Li waiting on the roadside. He quickly walked in this direction.

"Li Li."

Lisko took off his sunglasses, and Zhang Li quickly put them on for him again. Without saying a word, he took Lisko for a while and reached a nearby shopping mall before letting go of his hand.

"Are you stupid? You haven't learned a lesson just now? What if you are discovered again?"

Zhang Li looked at Lisko angrily and saw that his shirt was open, attracting the attention of the girls who were shopping. He pulled the clothes with his hands and covered it a little bit.

"I forgot."

Li Ke touched the bridge of his nose somewhat naively, fully accepting Zhang Li's criticism.

"Sko, are you hurt?"

Li Feng pulled Lisko over with some worry, pulled him in front of her, and looked at him carefully to see if there were any signs of injury on his body.

"Auntie, I'm fine. We are all college students and we still have basic qualities. It's just that I was squeezed by the crowd and lost all the buttons on my clothes."

Lisko looked at Li Feng's concerned eyes and explained gently.

"That's good, these people are so crazy."

Li Feng still had fear in her eyes. She had never dealt with these celebrities in her life. The only one she knew was her daughter, who was still an unknown actress, so she had never seen the madness of fans.