If you don't deny it, that means you admit it.
"Are there really any small fish tonight?"
"With Yunchen, Zhang Yangning, and Li Mengjiao already here, it should be Xiaoyu's turn tonight!"
"Wow, I'm suddenly so excited—"
I can kind of understand the madness of Li Mengjiao's fans.
Chasing a star is chasing a star, and chasing an author is also chasing a star.
Celebrities often appear on screen, but Xiaoyu has never appeared on screen. Readers' anticipation is almost overflowing from their chests.
Evening passed in this anticipation.
After a busy day at work, Zou Weijun rushed home and found Sister Liu already sitting in front of the TV.
Oh, my son Xie Qian, who never likes watching TV, is here too.
He was holding a book in his hand and pretending to read it... Zou Weijun laughed secretly.
Lin Lin used to worry that Xie Qian was not sociable, but now she hasn't said such a thing for a long time.
"Has it started yet?"
Zou Weijun asked. Sister Liu helped Zou Weijun take the bag and poured him some water. "Oh, the timing is perfect. It was released after 8 o'clock two days ago, and it must be the same tonight!"
"It's just a promotional video. It's not like it's aired once and then forgotten. If you missed it today, you can always wait for the rerun."
Xie Qian's voice was calm, and his facial expression did not change.
Zou Weijun raised the corner of his mouth: Good son, then you should move your butt and don’t sit on the sofa.
I want to see it first!
Zou Weijun did not expose his son Xie Qian, but just said it lightly:
"Even though it will be replayed, watching it right away is an active support for Wen Ying, and it has a different meaning, don't you think?"
Xie Qian's facial expression did not change, but his mood changed.
What is the different meaning?
The forced sense of ritual is obviously the most meaningless thing, so why would you do it?
After thinking for a long time without any answer, Xie Qian was rarely panicked. The top student's thinking was not vegetarian after all. If he couldn't figure out the answer, he would force himself to fill in the answer and hand in the paper: Of course, it was because the friendship between him and Wen Ying was extremely different. As a friend, Wen Ying was indignant about the unfair treatment she suffered, so what was wrong with him returning the favor and wanting to witness Wen Ying's highlight moment at the first time?
Xie Qian calmed down after getting the answer and readily agreed with his mother Zou Weijun: "Yes, I was wrong just now. Watching the trailer right away and watching the replay are different."
Wow, you admitted your mistake so quickly.
Where's the fun of teasing your son like this? It's obvious that when Mrs. Wang teases Wang Shuang, Wang Shuang will scream and react very strongly!
Zou Weijun felt that he needed to ask Mrs. Wang for advice.
While Xie Qian and his mother were watching in front of the TV, Wen Ying and Wen Dongrong had already turned on the TV. The TV channel stayed on Hunan Satellite TV and they had not changed it. Not only did Wen Dongrong sit on the sofa, but Chen Ru also took a rare night off without studying.
It's eight o'clock.
Wen Dongrong checked his watch and asked Wen Ying again and again, "Will it really be broadcast tonight?"
"Why would I lie to you? It's airing tonight!"
Old Wen seems a little abnormal, Wen Ying wondered.
Chen Ru knew her partner better. Seeing Wen Dongrong's timid look, she became suspicious: "Is it important to you whether it will be broadcast tonight or not?"
Wen Dongrong coughed dryly. "I've already told my eldest brother and the others, as well as Aunt Wen Ying's family. We're all relatives, so there's nothing wrong with talking about this, right? The relatives are all waiting to see the trailer. If it's not aired, wouldn't it be a waste of time?"
This is indeed very Wen Dongrong.
The bastard is showing off again!
Chen Ru's face darkened: "You haven't just told your relatives, who else?"
"No one... Hey, it was just Lao Li. I just mentioned it to Lao Li!"
He didn't show off his royalty income, he just talked about the promotional video. This kind of blow should be within Lao Li's tolerance!
Chen Ru wanted to curse, but the TV station cut to commercial time.
Wen Ying spoke weakly to attract her parents' attention: "Do you still want to watch the promotional video? It's starting."
Yes, the promo has begun.
Chen Ru shut up and Wen Dongrong sat up straight.
Yuan Fenghui spent three days to arouse the audience's expectations, using Yun Chen, Zhang Yangning and Li Mengjiao as a prelude. At this moment, I wonder how many people are waiting to watch this fourth set of promotional videos.
Rustle.
The first hand to leave the country was Wen Ying's hand.
The pen was writing on the manuscript paper, and the story was about the Ant Kingdom. This was Wen Ying's manuscript for the New Concept Writing Competition.
Logically speaking, this is a promotional video for the "Tianjiao Xinghuo Cup" essay competition, and another similar competition should not be mentioned in it. When Zhang Guangzhen wrote the script, he also consulted Yuan Fenghui's opinion, and Yuan Fenghui personally decided to finalize this set of shots.
The New Concept Writing Competition is the foundation of Wen Ying.
Although Wen Ying did not become famous through the New Concept Competition, she did win the first prize. This is Wen Ying's personal resume, why can't she mention it!
The New Concept Competition and the Spark Creative Essay Competition are both literary competitions, but they focus on different things. Yuan Fenghui is not afraid of comparison.
In the classroom with bright windows and desks, the sound of the pen writing on the manuscript paper is particularly pleasant.
Outside the window, the wind blows the leaves, bringing not desolation but a youthful campus.
In the next shot, the written manuscript was placed in an envelope, stamped, and put into the mailbox.
This is a registered letter carrying dreams.
The camera captured Wen Ying's back as she rode a bicycle, with her backpack dangling from her waist. Everything was very ordinary, without a stage or gorgeous melody, yet it was so real, like a hazy youth movie.
The loneliness of countless late nights writing.
After receiving the notice for the rematch, I felt both excited and nervous about heading to Shanghai to compete.
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