"No, this, that classmate Xiao Yu wrote an online novel, which is different from the ones you usually read." The middle-aged man tried to stop the old man's thoughts.
The old man was unhappy. "Hey, Wang Dazhu, what do you mean? Online novels are not novels? Or do you think that I am old and should be pedantic and read classical Chinese every day? Or do you think that I can't understand vernacular novels?"
The middle-aged man Wang Dazhu hurriedly apologized: "Hehe, how can that be. If you like it, I'll take it right away." In fact, after Xiao Yu appeared, information about him appeared on the desks of various bigwigs.
After all, the prince's identity is really special.
They not only have all the information about Xiao Yu, but also the books he has published.
Soon, Wang Dazhu, who had returned, came into the living room with a young guard carrying a pile of books.
Wang Dazhu, upon entering, immediately observed the old man's expression. Seeing them come in with books in their arms, the old man's eyes immediately lit up, his face flushed, and he unconsciously relaxed a lot. This at least showed that the old man really didn't take the insults he had said tonight to heart.
"Grandpa, these are all books written by that little classmate. Which one do you want to read?"
The old man grabbed his glasses from the table. Seeing the pile of books, he was momentarily hesitant to choose. He looked at Wang Dazhu and said, "Do you have any recommendations? Introduce them to me first, and then I'll choose. This kid can write! He actually wrote so much! It must have taken a lot of brainpower. No wonder he only got into a second-tier university. I'm afraid he used all his brainpower on this!"
Wang Dazhu: Maybe it's true. It's said that he's been secretly writing novels since his sophomore year of high school. If my own child wasn't working at such a critical time, I'd probably break my belt several times.
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