C363 Seating

The moment Ye Yuni stood up, Ann Qianxi had the illusion that the entire world had fallen silent.

Ann Qianxi didn't have the time to explain what was going on before the second alarm in her life was quietly sounded. This time, she was caught up in a kind of intense activity.

Chi Zhanfeng, together with the U.S. Chief Designer, started a company fashion show, which was as easy to take over as Ann Ruru, who had just taken over the web novel. Who knew why Ann Ruru wanted to be a twenty-hour computer on a whim, or to be more accurate, a web fiction writer.

"Are you crazy?" When Ann Qianxi heard that her cousin was going to be a writer, her first reaction was to grab her hair and throw her out of the window, cheering. It wasn't that her cousin's writing wasn't good, nor was it that she didn't earn a lot of money. The key was that in Ann Qianxi's mind, whenever a writer was mentioned, the most direct connection was to look up at the stars in the gutter.

"As a writer, you'll be a full-time writer for the rest of your life, either waiting for the northwest wind or working with poverty for the rest of your life," Ann Qianxi waved her hand, "It's not good to be dedicated to your scientific development and research on solar bibulas. As a writing worker, you have to experience the hardships of the human world this early?"

Ann Ruru disapproved that when a person whose passion had been ignited decided to rush forward without hesitation, Ruru, of course, would be displeased to meet such a person who had suddenly poured cold water on her face, so she threw an angry look at Ann Qianxi and said, "I'll lick the path I've chosen for her and she'll lick it to its end!"

As it turned out, Ann Ruru's determination was very accurate, and little Ruru, with a grand dream in her heart, plunged into the circle of writers. She still hadn't come out, and she said, Sister Qianxi, you don't know how happy I am now writing a novel about romance, and I'm soaking in the pink bubbles of love every day.

Ann Qianxi picked up the novel called "The Beautiful Wife" and twirled the page with two fingers. She squinted at it, as if she was looking at a pesticide spraying onto the page. Before Ann Ruru could say anything, Ann Qianxi suddenly let go, and the page lightly floated back into the thick page.

"You young women of today, when you are still young, look less at my business literature. You young men and women, look less at my business literature. Read Yu Qiuyu's prose poems and take a look at Feng Zikai's essays."

If you're writing a business novel and there's nothing good to see about it, but it's just Yudafu's misery, then congratulations. Your essay doesn't need to be opened to pass, so don't ask, our Ruru came by just like that.

Ann Qianxi did her best to console Ruru for coming back from this road of no return, but Ruru refused to listen. In Ruru's words, "A person's life, you must always have a chance to burn with passion. The cause or love, must always be the same."

When Ann Qianxi relayed these words to Ye Yuni, Yuni snorted disdainfully. "I only care about making money, not making money, and burning it with passion? "Your sister thinks of herself as a cannon fodder. She's not afraid of disintegrating herself, if you'll excuse me. I really can't understand why a person would spend his whole life trying to turn 1% of his value into trash — commonly known as art."

In any case, our Ann Ruru jumped into the fire of literature to train, whether she had the [Fiery Eyes of Truth] or not, I don't know, but right now her nearsightedness is soaring, and she is typing at a rapid pace, and according to this direction, it is very likely that she will become a good typist in the future. When she said this to Ruru, she took off her eight-centimeter high heels and threw them at Ann Qianxi.

Ruru, who was easy to be amiable, would go mad at any act or speech that discredited her dreams.

Everyone should have their own aspirations. Ann Qianxi was willing to go through all sorts of troubles just like Ann Ruru, so she was willing to write her own work. Everyday, she would sit in front of her computer and be happy as a dead person. All day long, she would write all kinds of colorful stories about women like Ann Qianxi, happily jumping and praising her father as she ran along the path of selling words to earn a living.

Ann Qianxi went crazy for the Sunday Exhibition, while Ann Ruru went crazy due to fear of her editor's scolding days, as she was only able to update the thirty thousand yuan worth of script every day.

Qianxi's friend found it hard to understand. "That Tang Dynasty poet Han urged his editors to go out and discuss the matter, but he didn't. He was so relaxed in writing his essay that he wasn't as hot as you."

"The problem is Han Han, who am I? I am naive! " Ann Ruru furiously hung up the phone, turned her head and buried her head into the keyboard, as she started typing noisily, "I said that Ann Qianxi has been living a high-class life for too long, she doesn't understand the suffering of the masses at all. Those are all TV shows, novels written in romance novels, the truth …" "Ai, forget it, let's not talk about it anymore. I like writing anyway, so let's quickly finish it."

After all, these were all things that she was good at. What she needed to face the most right now was the question: how to use the simplest design lights and dance beauty to make the clothes that the university students had designed look like a pile of plastic, making them look even more fashionable and advanced … Besides, Ann Qianxi, who had been busy working in the workplace for so many years, was going to have a headache when she faced a group of university students coming out of an ivory tower.

"This group of art students, their heads grew from the inspiration of the heavens!" After Ann Qianxi and rocky dryly explained the process of the show for half an hour, the female university student wearing a black suit snorted and said, "I don't understand." At the time, Rockky was thoroughly enraged.

Just when the female university student wearing a pair of aviator glasses was enjoying herself with the boy who looked like both an assistant and a boyfriend, rocky came back in high spirits. Her 12-centimeter high heels made a light tapping sound on the floor.

Three minutes later, the director of the exhibition came to see the college student and informed her that all activities concerning her had been cancelled.