Xu Shike, realizing he seemed to be a bit too talkative, placed a hand on his lips and gently tapped them twice, apologizing proactively, "I'm sorry, I think I talked too much."
Jiang Shanshan smiled at him.
Old Man Zhong, who had been waiting for their answer, saw that the couple was still arguing and couldn't help but shout again, "Who of you can tell me about this manuscript?"
"Uncle Zhong, I submitted a novel about protecting cultural relics, and it's now being published in the xx Daily. That's it."
Old Man Zhong's eyes flashed with surprise, "Okay, girl, you haven't told me such a big thing before."
Jiang Shanshan touched his head sheepishly and stammered, "Uncle Zhong, it's not that I didn't want to tell you, it's just that it seems a bit weird to talk about this kind of thing. I always feel a little embarrassed to let the people around me know about it."
"How could that be? How is it embarrassing? What you wrote was reported in the newspaper. How is it embarrassing? Others are envious of you." Old man Zhong angrily knocked her head again with his hand.
Jiang Shanshan touched his head and still felt strange.
In addition to the family and country feelings, this novel also contains some stories about love between men and women. If people around her saw it, she would still feel embarrassed.
"What's its name? I'll come and see it myself some other day." said Old Man Zhong.
"You really have to read it and stop thinking about it. I'm afraid that after you finish reading it, I won't be able to face you in the future." She looked at him bitterly and said.
Old Man Zhong raised his hand again and was about to hit her on the head again, but suddenly stopped.
He finally accepted such a smart apprentice, so he must not make him stupid.
Finally, he changed it to touching her head twice.
Jiang Shanshan saw his action and looked at him a little flattered.
"Hurry up and tell me your name." He still hadn't forgotten his sermon.
Jiang Shanshan knew that he could not escape, so he had to honestly give the manuscript a title, "National Treasure Storm"
"Well, the name is pretty good, but why does it sound a little familiar to me?" Old Man Zhong touched his nose and muttered to himself.
Jiang Shanshan didn't care and continued, "You must have seen it when you were reading the newspaper."
"No, I remember now." Old Master Zhong slapped his thigh and said happily.
Jiang Shanshan was startled by his sudden action.
"Uncle Zhong, can we please not be so startled? If you scare me into having a heart attack, you'll lose a disciple." She said, touching her heart.
Old man Zhong was looking at her with a serious expression at this moment.
Jiang Shanshan slowly lowered his hand from the spot where he was patting his heart, a vigilant glint in his eyes. "Uncle Zhong, could you please stop looking at me like that? I'm feeling a little uneasy."
The smile on Old Man Zhong's face immediately faded. He put one hand on his face and touched it twice. He looked at Xu Shike and asked, "Was my smile just now scary?"
"A little bit." Xu Shike answered honestly.
It's not just scary, it's downright creepy.
Of course, he didn't dare say such words to the old man in front of him, for fear of causing trouble.
Old Man Zhong believed it and immediately stopped smiling. He sat up straight and said, "Now I remember why I felt that your novel looked familiar. An old friend of mine has been reading it and recommended it to me. But I don't like reading this kind of novel. I didn't expect it to be written by a girl like you."
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