Guan Yi did what he said, and quickly found the avatars of the authors of the five poems and clicked on them.

The user registration name on the official website of the essay competition cannot be modified, and the user name is a pen name.

Guan Yi thought for a moment and edited a message.

"Hello, I am Guan Yi, a writer and the author of the best-selling book xxx. I saw your masterpiece of modern poetry "Facing the Sea, Spring Flowers Blooming" on the Internet and was greatly inspired. I wonder if it would be convenient for us to get to know each other and communicate with each other."

After the message was sent, there was no reply after waiting for a few minutes. Guan Yi didn't care. After all, it was normal for the other party not to stay in front of the computer.

Then, after "Haizi", Guan Yi sent private messages to users "Gucheng", "Xi Murong" and "Zheng Chouyu" one by one.

Without exception, all the news was lost in the sea.

Guan Yi was disappointed, but there was nothing he could do except wait.

The last one, Guan Yi, sent the message to "Bian Zhilin".

The pen name "Bian Zhilin"... the other party should be a woman, right?

Guan Yi sent the message, waited for a while, and without any hope, was about to close the in-site message page.

Suddenly, a "ding dong" sound came from the computer, and Guan Yi's eyes suddenly lit up.

The other party messaged back!

Guan Yi quickly looked at the screen. Sure enough, the message he sent showed "read", and the other party also replied with "hello".

Guan Yi suddenly became excited and typed quickly.

Guan Yi: Hello.

Guan Yi: This poem "Duan Zhang" is so well written. Do you have any other works? I'll go and read them.

The person on the other end seemed to be typing very fast, and the message came back within a few seconds.

Bian Zhilin: No.

Bian Zhilin: Only this song has been published so far.

It is indeed a new author! In this case, Guan Yi typed much more freely.

Guan Yi: I admire your work very much.

Guan Yi: As a new female author, her writing is already outstanding.

At this time, at home in Binjiangwan, Huahai City.

Ye Zhiqiu sat in front of the computer and raised his eyebrows when he saw the information on the screen.

Today was the last day for submissions in the essay contest, and he had just received the letter from the site. He thought it was a notification to attend the award ceremony, and was wondering how it could be done so quickly.

Unexpectedly, it was sent by a user named "Guan Yi".

If he remembered correctly, this "Guan Yi" was the one who jumped up and down before and criticized him the most.

After seeing Guan Yi's message, Ye Zhiqiu didn't know what the other person wanted to do, so he just replied casually.

Unexpectedly, Guan Yi thought "Bian Zhilin" was a woman.

The poem "Broken Chapter" was written by Mr. Bian Zhilin, a famous modern poet, literary critic and translator in his previous life.

However, there is no Bian Zhilin, Haizi, Gu Cheng and other great literary figures in this world. Therefore, when Ye Zhiqiu submitted his article, he registered five accounts and used the original author's name as his pen name.

Ye Zhiqiu thought for a moment, a playful smile appeared on his lips, and continued to reply to the message without explanation.

Bian Zhilin:Thank you.

On the other side, Guan Yi's eyes turned into light bulbs again when he saw the word "thank you".

Is it really a female author? It’s rare. Guan Yi typed quickly.

Guan Yi: That’s right. I have organized a modern poetry club and would like to invite you to join. I wonder if you are interested.

Guan Yi: The members of the poetry club are all senior writers with deep thoughts and talents. We often discuss literature together and collide with the sparks of ideas. This is a rare opportunity for new writers.

Seeing this message, Ye Zhiqiu was a little confused and didn't understand what Guan Yi wanted to do.

It was impossible to join his poetry club. If the founder had Guan Yi's qualities, the atmosphere of the entire poetry club would probably not be much better.

However, since I was free anyway, I could play with him. Ye Zhiqiu continued typing.

Bian Zhilin: Are there any conditions for joining the poetry club?

Guan Yi was about to send out the conditions for joining the club when he suddenly made a sudden move and accidentally deleted the content and re-edited it.

Guan Yi: Could I ask your age?

Bian Zhilin:23.

Guan Yi was shocked when he saw this number.

So young! It’s hard to imagine that such a profound work was written by such a young and new female author. Guan Yi originally thought that she was at least thirty or forty years old.

Immediately afterwards, Guan Yi became excited all of a sudden, and his hands trembled slightly as he typed.

Guan Yi: Can you send me a photo?

Guan Yi: That’s right. It’s okay to enter the Poetry Club under your conditions. But you are a newcomer after all, and the senior members of the club want to see the photos first to make sure they recognize your faces.

In Binjiang Bay, Ye Zhiqiu looked at the information on the computer screen and was speechless for a while.

You bad old man, I believe you.

It's just an old person who behaves like a three-year-old child who doesn't understand anything, and still plays the trick of taking photos in a group.

Judging from his skillful speaking skills, Guan Yi is also a talented person, and he probably does this a lot.

Ye Zhiqiu shook his head and sighed, thought for a moment, opened a new page, entered "intellectual beauty", and searched for pictures...

The person opposite was probably scratching his head and waiting excitedly. Ye Zhiqiu felt that he was very conscientious and could fulfill his wish with just a little effort.

However, he casually revealed his true age just now, which is a problem.

After all, it’s really hard to find a 23-year-old intellectual beauty online...

This... No, it has a bit of intellectual flavor, but my age doesn't look like 23 years old.

This... doesn't work either. This is called coquettishness, not intellectuality. How do I search for pictures on Baidu?

As he watched, Ye Zhiqiu's hands stopped moving.

Girl with glasses? This one is good. She has an intellectual temperament and is youthful and beautiful. I’m afraid that the old pervert opposite will be too excited and burst her blood vessels after seeing it... But I don’t care.

At this time, a pleasant voice came from behind.

"Drink water."

A glass of water was placed on the desk. It was Yu Caiwei. It was not late yet, and Ye Zhiqiu was staying with her.

"Well, thank you very much." Ye Zhiqiu responded casually and clicked "Save Picture".

The people behind him were silent. Ye Zhiqiu felt something was wrong and looked back.

Yu Caiwei, this little girl, is staring directly at the computer screen. On it is an enlarged picture of "Girl with Glasses"...

Then, seeing her "save picture" operation, Yu Caiwei narrowed her eyes slightly, and a dangerous light flashed in her eyes.

"Wait a minute!" Ye Zhiqiu said quickly, "It's not what you think."

To Ye Zhiqiu's expectation, this girl did not upset the jealousy, but asked: "Do you like this style?"

Ye Zhiqiu opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer.

You can't say you like it, but saying you don't like it is a bit against your will...

"Actually..." Yu Caiwei snorted, was silent for a moment, and suddenly said as thinly as a mosquito: "I can wear this style..."

"Definitely better looking than her..."

Ye Zhiqiu was stunned for a moment, and it took him a long time to react, and his eyes widened.
Chapter completed!