There were no classes on the second day of the graduation party, but Ye Zhiqiu had to sit in front of the computer after a day off.

Open Penguin, edit "Stone"'s avatar and keep beating, showing more than ten unread messages.

Shitou: I’m going to stop updating today? What happened?

Shitou: Do you need me to ask for leave for you? You can keep your perfect attendance this month.

This was sent as soon as I issued the "discontinuation announcement", and it was more than an hour later.

Shitou: If you have financial problems, your monthly manuscript fee is quite high. I just applied with the company and can send it to you a few days in advance.

At that time, I was getting ready to go on stage, but of course I didn't reply. The latest message was fifteen minutes ago.

Stone: Good morning.

Ye Zhiqiu smiled slightly, this editor is really good. He usually doesn't just ask for help, but also thinks about the author's hard work.

However, he was determined not to give in to Quanqin and would not change. Ye Zhiqiu casually replied with a message.

Yiye Zhiqiu: It’s not a financial problem, thank you.

One Leaf Knows Autumn: Will update as usual today.

"Didi, didi, didi, didi," the other person's profile picture jumped wildly in seconds, and Ye Zhiqiu had already closed the chat window.

In Beijing, Shi Nuannuan, who was facing the computer in a rental house, did not wait for a reply. She waved her fist bitterly and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Oh my god, this narcissistic author is so difficult to maintain.

By noon, Ye Zhiqiu stretched himself and uploaded the latest chapter.

Unexpectedly, many book fans stared at the updated status, and the book review section immediately became lively.

"Updated, updated!"

"The watch dog showed up and I almost called the police as a missing person!"

“This is the first time I’ve seen someone stop updating immediately after receiving a reward!”

"Ten thousand words? Not bad, but I still have to make up for what I wrote yesterday."

Ye Zhiqiu chuckled when he saw the comment from the sand sculpture book friend.

It's impossible to make up for it. As long as I'm good enough, you can't push me.

Probably because I am free on weekends, the discussion in the book review area is getting more and more lively.

“Strongly recommend the author to expand the readership!”

"Agreed, we need an organization!"

"Agree 10086, let's discuss the plot and help the author write a better book."

"You are so lazy, I have opened a group number for you, group number xxxxx, come in and the group owner will give it to you!"

"Dog author, we know you are snooping on the screen, please join the group!"

Looking at the series of echoing comments in the group, Ye Zhiqiu was speechless for a while.

Enter the readership? Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Any discussion about the plot is fake and only a fool would believe it.

If I join the group and I will be urged to update by these idiot readers all day long, will I still have one day of peace?

But these readers are masters, and it’s not okay to be too indifferent. Ye Zhiqiu thought for a while and posted a pinned reply in the book review area.

"If the phone memory is not enough, the readers will not be added. You can follow my Weibo account xxx."

After seeing the author's reply, the idiot reader became excited.

"The dog author is indeed here, everyone rush!"

"God, you don't have enough memory, I'll give you a 1TB memory stick!"

"No matter what, brothers, go follow it on Weibo first."

In just over ten minutes, Ye Zhiqiu was surprised to find that his Weibo account had gained more than 50,000 followers. It seemed that there were quite a few fans of "Zhu Xian".

When many book fans excitedly searched and saw Ye Zhiqiu's nickname on Weibo, they couldn't help but spit out blood again.

Ye Zhiqiu temporarily changed his nickname to "Yiye Zhiqiu" to avoid being recognized.

The new nickname is "The Dream of Nine Billion Girls"...

Weibo was completely blank, and the restless fans didn't even have a place to comment, so they clamored back to the book review area.

"I vomited! Dog author, please pay for my lunch!"

"God is the 'dream of 900 million girls'... can you be more narcissistic?"

"There are such shameless people in the world."

Regardless of the book review area, Ye Zhiqiu went to Professor Liu Minkang's office as usual in the afternoon.

Although the party was over, Professor Liu Minkang had no intention of stopping tutoring him. Ye Zhiqiu was also happy to have the guidance of a famous teacher and enjoyed learning a lot.

This time I went to keep my previous agreement and made the music scores of "Goodbye" and "The Parade of the White Pigeon" for the other party.

Stepping into the office, Yu Caiwei was not here today. Apart from Liu Minkang, there was another middle-aged man.

Ye Zhiqiu was the person sitting in the middle of the chair at the party, President Lu Zhifeng of Huahai University of Communication.

"Hello, Principal Lu." Ye Zhiqiu greeted and said to Liu Minkang, "Teacher Liu, I'll hand over the music score."

When Principal Lu saw Ye Zhiqiu coming in, his eyes lit up and he said to Liu Minkang: "Old Liu, your favorite disciple is here."

"This time, thanks to classmate Ye, our school will have a lot more funds next year."

Liu Minkang couldn't hide the look of satisfaction in his eyes, but he still said: "Don't talk nonsense, the song "Goodbye" was written by Zhiqiu alone. I didn't have any guidance. I just gave a few comments on his singing skills."

Principal Lu was stunned. He originally thought that Ye Zhiqiu's song was guided by Liu Minkang, but he didn't expect that he completed it all by himself. He couldn't help but think highly of Ye Zhiqiu again.

Liu Minkang continued: "Zhiqiu has brought honor to the school, so you can't treat him badly. You have to show your appreciation."

"Of course." Principal Lu laughed loudly and said, "Student Ye, I know that your professional performance is very good, and you will definitely have a place in this year's scholarship."

"The school will also award you with the honor of an outstanding graduate to thank you for your contribution to the school."

This is a great thing! Ye Zhiqiu's eyes lit up and he accepted it happily.

Don't underestimate the title of outstanding graduate of Huahai University of Communication, it can't be bought with money.

"Also." Liu Minkang said seriously, "Zhiqiu, I would like to ask if you have any corresponding career plans for your future."

Ye Zhiqiu was stunned, and Liu Minkang continued: "You are majoring in media studies, but you are also very talented in music. Have you ever thought about which path you want to take in the future?"

"You don't need to answer me in a hurry. If you want to pursue a career in music, you can consider staying in school and becoming my graduate student. I believe there is still something I can teach you."

When Liu Minkang said this, Principal Lu looked surprised.

"Old Liu, are you making an exception this year? You haven't recruited graduate students in ten years. The year before last, Boss Chen wanted to spend 10 million to recruit his son, but you were not willing to do so."

Liu Minkang snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "Rotten wood cannot be carved. What's the use of recruiting someone who has no intention of learning and just wants to spend money to gild my name?"

"Zhiqiu is different. He has real talent. Naturally, I am willing to teach him."

Ye Zhiqiu was also very surprised. He did not expect Liu Minkang to value him so much, but he did not reply immediately. Making a decision easily would be disrespectful to others.
Chapter completed!