"The Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition is a traditional event in Huazhou. Given his fame-seeking nature, how could he not come?"
Zhu Yan pursed her lips, exuding an air of self-assurance that seemed to say she had seen through everything.
"Old Zhu, it seems you have a masterpiece hidden away."
Seeing Zhu Yan's expression, Professor Cai and Professor Hao's eyes lit up.
"It's as if you don't have any hidden gems. I've seen you show off plenty of times in previous years."
Zhu Yan gave a half-smile, which could be considered tacit agreement.
"As long as we outdo Fusheng in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition, the scandals that have been plaguing us can be put to rest."
"Yes, that's it, Lao Zhu, you're the best."
"Then how should we invite Fusheng? After all, he's not from Huazhou, so the Huazhou Literary Association probably won't send him an invitation."
Faced with Professor Hao's question, Zhu Yan waved her phone: "Didn't Fusheng open a Weibo account? Let's invite him directly on Weibo."
"Will this work? It seems too informal, and we're not qualified to invite them."
Professor Cai raised a question.
“It won’t work to do it openly, but we can hint at it indirectly. With Fusheng’s current popularity on the internet, as long as we get involved with the Poetry Competition, I don’t believe those guys in the Literature Association will be able to sit still.”
"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"
Professor Cai and Professor Hao weren't stupid; after a little thought, they understood what Zhu Yan was up to and immediately gave him a thumbs-up in praise.
…
"Hey bro, look! That old devil Zhu from Huazhou is subtly criticizing you on Weibo."
"who?"
"That old geezer who participated in the 'Erudition and Knowledge' program, Zhu Yan from Huazhou Academy of Literature."
Zhu Yan?
Washington State College of Arts?
Lin Rui was completely bewildered. Who is this?
Seeing that Lin Rui had switched to his "naturally clueless" mode again, Chen Duoduo rubbed her forehead.
"Why did he contact me?"
"He rambled on with a bunch of nonsense, basically saying that Huazhou holds a Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition every year, and that all the literati and scholars in Huazhou gather on that day, making you... a... a..."
"After what?"
"They say you are a rising star, and after the poetry competition ends, they will remind you to appreciate the masterpieces of your predecessors for learning purposes, and not to be arrogant because of your current achievements."
"This is outrageous!"
"He only knows how to rely on his age and seniority."
"Now they're like rats in the street, doing bad things and reaping the consequences, yet they still dare to jump out and try to get attention."
Chen Duoduo and Ning Xiyuan stood by, indignant.
Ignore them.
Lin Rui smiled indifferently.
"Then ignore it."
Chen Duoduo pouted, looking displeased.
Ten minutes later, Chen Duoduo was so angry that she almost threw her phone away.
"It's infuriating! That old geezer is really wicked, he's just bored out of his mind!"
"Something's up again?"
Without even guessing, Lin Rui knew that it was probably Zhu Yan subtly criticizing him on Weibo again.
"Young man, he posted another Weibo post saying that without your participation, the Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition would lose its luster."
"His words have completely put the young man in the spotlight. What will those literati and scholars in Huazhou think?"
"This is practically making the younger students jealous."
"What's even more disgusting is that this old geezer even tagged the Washington State Literary Association in the end."
Lin Rui took the phone from Chen Duoduo's palm and looked at it for a while. He was somewhat surprised that Zhu Yan had hundreds of thousands of followers on Weibo.
Moreover, after the Weibo post was published, many fans left comments below.
The vast majority of the comments were related to life, and the words displayed between the lines were all sarcastic.
They believed that Lin Rui had no great talent and was not even qualified to carry the shoes of the literati in Huazhou.
Without a doubt, these people are probably the online trolls hired by Zhu Yan.
In fact, quite a few online trolls have already gone to his Weibo account to say things that are outwardly compliant but inwardly contradictory.
Lin Rui almost laughed in anger when he saw these comments.
He then logged onto Zhu Yan's Weibo account and replied with two words to the last message.
—No time.
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