Chapter 225 Roll Call
September 2th, Sunday morning.

Li Luo got out of bed before eight o'clock. After a quick wash, he went to the next room, knocked on Xu Youyu's door, and pushed her into the bathroom to wash.

After the two of them packed up and got ready, they went to the hotel restaurant on the second floor and had a simple breakfast.

By the time we set out for the conference hall next door, it was almost half past eight.

They hurried to the conference hall, signed in at the door and showed their ID cards. After being allowed in, Li Luo and Xu Youyu found a seat in the corner of the back row and sat down, waiting for the meeting to begin.

"Is it someone from the Writers Association who's giving a speech today?" Xu Youyu said. "It sounds very boring."

As she spoke, she opened the backpack she was carrying, took out a notebook from it, and opened it on the table.

Li Luo's eyes widened when he saw this: "You brought a notebook with you without reminding me? I would have brought one too if I had known."

"You're stupid." Xu Youyu snorted complacently, "You didn't even learn from yesterday's lesson. The sharing session held by the online writers was boring enough. Do you still expect the people from the Writers Association to be able to talk nonsense?"

"So are you planning to write some words?" Li Luo asked.

"How is that possible?" Xu Youyu shook his head repeatedly. "I wrote a chapter last night and saved it. The remaining chapter can wait until tonight."

"Why not write another chapter now? Then if you write two more chapters tonight like you did last night, you'll have 4000 words in reserve."

"You're so annoying. Didn't I save my manuscripts last night just so I could enjoy myself a little today?" Xu Youyu said seriously, "Why else would I save my manuscripts?"

Li Luo gave her a thumbs up, indicating that what she said made sense.

While the two were chatting, Sun Jingchun, who was presiding over today's meeting, had already stepped onto the podium in front and sat down.

"I am very happy to be able to gather with you all this time and hold this symposium on online literature here."

Sun Jingchun looked at the people in the audience with a smile and said in an orderly manner:

"Yesterday, we successfully held a sharing meeting among our online writers, and the response was very good."

"So today, our Writers Association has specially invited several guests to come to the scene to discuss with everyone about the current situation and development of online literature."

"Then the first one is the deputy secretary of the Qianjiang Writers Association, Secretary Cao Qiwen!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man in the first row stood up and waved and nodded to the people behind him.

Li Luo and others in the audience applauded and gave a warm welcome.

"The second one is the chairman of our Yuhang City Writers Association, Chairman Li Yuhang!"

"The third one is the first prize winner of the latest emerging writer selection in Yuhang City, Mr. Chu Shengchu!"

"The fourth one is from Qianjiang Newspaper Group, and is the editor-in-chief who has done a lot of research and reporting on our online articles, Editor Xia Lie!"

"The last one is from the Department of Literature at Qianjiang University, Professor Xu Rongsheng!"

After these names were announced, there was thunderous applause in the hall.

But in the corner at the back row of the hall, there were two people who stood there in a daze for a moment, both dumbfounded.

Xu Youyu originally clapped his hands nonchalantly to join in the fun, but in fact he was completely focused on the computer, browsing Weibo and reading gossip, collecting gossip about various celebrities to accumulate material.

But when she heard Sun Jingchun call out the last person's name, she was completely stunned.

The moment he heard his father's name, Xu Youyu subconsciously looked towards the front row of the hall.

I saw Xu Rongsheng standing up and waving to everyone present with a gentle expression.

Although it was only a few seconds, Xu Rongsheng's eyes instantly swept across the entire room and he easily noticed Xu Youyu and Li Luo sitting in the corner.

It was at this moment that Xu Youyu's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and a sense of foreboding rose up deep in his heart.

The moment she saw her father, she suddenly lowered her head and hid behind her laptop screen in panic, quickly blocking her father's sight.

Li Luo, who was standing by, lowered his head guiltily, his heart pounding, and cursed Xu Youyu in a low voice, "Why is your dad here? Didn't you know about this in advance?"

"My dad did say at the dinner table that he would be attending a city meeting in the next two days." Xu Youyu responded in a speechless voice, "But how the hell could I have guessed that he would be attending a symposium held by the Internet Writers Association!"

"What a jerk this guy is! He doesn't usually read online novels, so why is he here?"

"He didn't see us just now, did he?"

Li Luo's mouth twitched, and he was a little speechless: "He probably didn't see it. There are hundreds of people in the conference room. We are sitting so far back, he probably just glanced at us, it's impossible for him to notice this place."

"That's good..." Xu Youyu breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest, and calmed down temporarily, "I was really scared just now."

"If my dad knew I was writing a novel, I'd be dead."

"How about we run away?"

"Why are you running away?" Li Luo glanced at the closed door behind him. "That door makes a loud noise when it opens. Aren't you afraid that when you open the door, your uncle will hear the noise and turn back to take a look out of curiosity?"

"What should we do now?" Xu Youyu looked anxious and wished he could dig a hole in the ground and bury himself.

"Don't be anxious, okay?" Li Luo whispered, "Uncle is sitting in the front row, and he will definitely go on stage to give a speech soon. The podium is not high, and we keep our heads down, so he won't be able to notice us."

"Then when the morning symposium is over, we will quickly slip out with the crowd and hide back in the hotel." "The most troublesome question now is, will your father attend the essay award ceremony this afternoon?"

"If he also attends, or even participates in the award ceremony, then wouldn't we be directly exposed?"

As soon as these words came out, Xu Youyu's face turned pale, and he subconsciously grabbed Li Luo's hand: "Then, what should I do? Can I not go on stage to receive the award? I don't want the 10,000 yuan bonus either."

"Don't worry for now." Li Luo sighed helplessly, "We'll act according to circumstances. Let's ask the editor about the situation at noon. If your father really wants to participate in the award ceremony, we'll think of a solution."

Xu Youyu nodded, feeling a little relieved, but still a little uneasy when he thought of his father sitting in the front row.

The senior sister who was full of vigor, enthusiasm and cheerfulness yesterday, suddenly turned into a timid little mouse who was hiding here and there, fearing that she would be caught by the old cat Xu Rongsheng.

Xu Youyu didn't listen to the speeches of the deputy secretary of the Qianjiang Province Writers Association and the chairman of the Municipal Writers Association.

I didn't play on the computer either.

My whole head is in a daze.

Although Li Luo was in a better condition than him, he didn't have much interest in listening to the speeches. He opened his mobile phone from time to time to check the time, ready to leave immediately after the meeting.

To be honest, it didn't matter that he was discovered by Xu Rongsheng. He had experienced social failure several times and was somewhat used to it.

But out of respect for the rules he made with Xu Youyu the night before, Li Luo was still willing to help Xu Youyu keep it secret even if there was a risk of exposure.

After all, if Xu Rongsheng found out, he would strictly forbid her to write online articles. If he took Xu Youyu home to live with him just in case, her daily life would be much less fun.

Thinking of this, Li Luo also strengthened his belief.

Although in his previous life, after Xu Rongsheng knew that his daughter was writing online articles, he was quite open-minded and did not stop or deny anything.

But Xu Youyu is still only a high school student. If Xu Rongsheng really knew about it in advance, anything could happen.

So just in case, it’s better not to be discovered by Xu Rongsheng.

But just as Li Luo was thinking this, Chu Sheng, who was introduced by Sun Jingchun as a new writer in Yuhang City, came on stage.

This writer, who is only 30 years old, is the youngest among the five invited guests.

After he came on stage, he sat down at the podium, raised the speech in his hand with a smile, held the manuscript in both hands, and tore the manuscript in half bit by bit in front of everyone.

Then he smiled and said, "Yesterday, when you were holding the so-called sharing and exchange meeting here, we exchanged the original speech in the conference room next door."

"Then my manuscript was rejected and it turned into this."

As he spoke, he pointed to the torn manuscript and continued.

"I hate hypocritical speech the most. If I were asked to read this speech that doesn't belong to me, I'd rather die."

"As for so-called online literature, I have only two words to describe it: garbage!"

“Still the worst of the worst!”

"I didn't want to say something so harsh, and my original speech didn't include such foul language."

"But after the manuscript was revised, I couldn't sleep last night and had a lot on my mind."

"Finally I decided to tell some truth here."

"Whether you like it or not, I'm going to tell you."

"Before coming to this symposium, I downloaded the Qidian app and read a few novels on it."

"Don't you have an essay contest this time?"

"I took a quick look at the book I'm Not a Celebrity, which won the first prize. I can only say it's an eyesore!"

"Then I found out that this was actually written by a 16-year-old high school student!"

"Look at what you wrote?!"

"It's because of you guys that you have corrupted the kids of today. Writing this kind of stuff at the age of 16?"

"They are obsessed with becoming celebrities but cannot write good articles for the country and the people. This generation of young people will be poisoned by such things sooner or later!"

"I heard that this young author is here today too? His pen name is Chongran. Let me see, his real name is Li Luo, right?"

"Come on, stand up and let me see you."

"Which one is it?"

The words fell.

Li Luo in the back row suddenly looked unhappy and cursed in his heart.

You can curse me all you want, but why did you mention my name?

Something is wrong!

(End of this chapter)