Ye Zhiqiu was sitting in the "Bian Zhilin" position, which attracted a lot of people's attention. Guan Yi, who happened to be sitting diagonally behind this position, couldn't help it at first.

Guan Yi lowered his voice, but the writers around him could still hear it clearly, and the suppressed anger could clearly be heard.

Ye Zhiqiu looked back and saw that Guan Yi's expression was extremely angry and he was looking at him with a threatening look.

"What?" Ye Zhiqiu's expression remained unchanged and he said directly: "This position is mine, do you have any objections?"

"Look clearly at the name above!" Guan Yi pointed to the name tag on the table and said sternly: "This is the seat of my friend Bian Zhilin. Only award-winning writers can sit here. You have taken someone else's seat, so go away!"

Guan Yi was obviously very anxious, and he forgot to lower his voice deliberately. Many writers around him looked at him.

As soon as Guan Yi said these words, many people secretly frowned. The grudge between him and Ye Zhiqiu caused an uproar in the writers circle, and everyone knew about it.

Let's not say whether it was right for Ye Zhiqiu to sit in someone else's seat instead of following the official arrangement, but before the staff could say anything, Guan Yi jumped out to question him. It was indeed a bit like that.

The fat man next to Ye Zhiqiu frowned and was about to speak, but Ye Zhiqiu on the side acted first.

Ye Zhiqiu leaned back on the chair without any intention of moving, and said slowly: "Do you know Bian Zhilin?"

"Nonsense! She is a member of my poetry club, of course I know her!" Guan Yi's tone did not change.

"What a coincidence, I also know him." Ye Zhiqiu smiled slightly, "But why haven't I heard him say he knew you?"

"Impossible!" Guan Yi blurted out, "You are lying!"

Ye Zhiqiu raised his eyebrows, took out his mobile phone, and clicked on a photo. The screen flashed in front of Guan Yi's eyes.

Ye Zhiqiu's movement was very fast, but it was enough for Guan Yi to roughly see the content of the photo, and Guan Yi's expression suddenly changed.

It was the "glasses girl" selfie sent to her by "Bian Zhilin" in the letter on the site!

Ye Zhiqiu grinned: "I believe it."

Guan Yi remained silent, and his unusual reaction made everyone around him who had been paying attention to the conversation between the two people curious.

The fat man next to Ye Zhiqiu had very good eyesight. Before Ye Zhiqiu exited the photo album, he caught a glimpse of the picture of "Girl with Glasses" and his eyes widened immediately.

No? Is this a photo of Bian Zhilin...?

Ye Zhiqiu added: "23 years old."

Guan Yi was startled again and looked at Ye Zhiqiu with disbelief.

This is the age Bian Zhilin revealed when she chatted with herself in a letter on the site. Logically speaking, the outside world should not know.

And that selfie, does it mean...this guy really knows her?

Ye Zhiqiu chuckled and continued teasing: "I said, why are you so excited when I sit in this position? Could it be that you have fallen in love with her?"

Guan Yi's expression changed again, and when he realized it, he quickly defended himself: "That's nonsense! Xiaolin and I are close friends like mountains and rivers. How can you understand it?"

"Bah, you are quite thick-skinned." Ye Zhiqiu said disdainfully, "Who knows how far away from you? I am in my twenties, but you, an old cow, have too many beautiful thoughts eating young grass."

A flash of anger flashed in Guan Yi's eyes, and he said coldly: "The heart of a villain! Dirty people only see dirt in their eyes!"

"Why are you pretending to be a big-tailed wolf?" Ye Zhiqiu raised the corner of his mouth and said calmly: "I have read all the chat records, tsk tsk tsk..."

As soon as Ye Zhiqiu said these words, Guan Yi's face changed drastically, and the eyes of everyone around him suddenly lit up.

It seems... there are a lot of melons in this. Everyone's eyes wandered back and forth on the faces of Ye Zhiqiu and Guan Yi. Their gossip hearts were suddenly aroused, and everyone pricked up their ears in silence.

"No...I don't know what you said!"

Under Ye Zhiqiu's "step by step" pressure, Guan Yi finally broke through, and everyone could clearly see the panic on his face.

Seeing that Guan Yi had "quieted down his troops", Ye Zhiqiu did not rush to pursue him, but the writers around him were extremely disappointed.

Why did you stop? Keep talking!

What chat records? It seems that Ye Zhiqiu really knows "Bian Zhilin"? And the relationship seems to be very familiar...

The fat man next to Ye Zhiqiu greeted: "Brother, hello..."

"Let me meet you, my name is Fu Bowen and I am an author."

Ye Zhiqiu replied, and with Fu Bowen's fat man deliberately looking for a topic, the two started chatting.

Ye Zhiqiu could feel the resentful glances from Guan Yi diagonally behind him, but he didn't care at all.

After chatting for a while, Fatty Fu finally couldn't help it anymore and asked curiously: "I'm sorry, I accidentally looked at your phone just now. Is that photo... of Bian Zhilin?"

"no."

Ye Zhiqiu's matter-of-fact answer made Fatty Fu stunned, and his eyes became even more confused.

Guard Guan Yi's reaction just now was clearly not like this. So what does Bian Zhilin look like?

...

Until the start time of the award ceremony, there was no news of the arrival of the five authors. Qin Dewen's eyes flashed with disappointment and he looked at the empty seats at the front of the author area.

Then, Qin Dewen was stunned and recognized the figure of Ye Zhiqiu sitting in the "Bian Zhilin" position.

Not only Qin Dewen, but other judges also recognized Ye Zhiqiu's figure at this time, and they all felt a little strange, wondering why he was sitting there.

At this moment, the background music stopped, and with the host's opening remarks, the essay contest award ceremony officially began, and everyone's attention was immediately attracted.

After the ceremony begins, the live broadcast signal is also officially connected, and video platforms such as Benyin will push live broadcast information of the essay contest to users.

The camera panned over the judges' seats and then to the author's area. Ye Zhiqiu's face flashed across the screen and was recognized by many viewers watching the live broadcast.

"Am I dazzled? I seemed to have seen Ye Zhiqiu just now?"

"Wait a minute, the camera has passed...turn back!"

"Yes, there is that back view in the first row of the author's seat!"

"Look at this figure that stands out among a bunch of authors, absolutely!"

The next moment, the cameraman seemed to have received some instructions, and the camera was focused on Ye Zhiqiu. When Ye Zhiqiu's face appeared on the screen, the live broadcast room, which had been sparse at the beginning of the live broadcast, suddenly became lively.

"Damn it! He's really a dog author!"

"Why is he here!"

"Isn't this a modern poetry essay contest? Why does Ye Zhiqiu appear?"

"Look at the person sitting behind Ye Zhiqiu, Guan Yi, who is trolling Ye Zhiqiu online! What does this mean, the two of them didn't fight in person?"

"This is... Bian Zhilin's seat? What's going on, I'm a little confused..."

"Not only Bian Zhilin, but also the other four authors didn't come. What's going on?"
Chapter completed!