Chapter 307 The Easiest Xixi

Because before lunch, Yan Zhusheng called Yuan Wanqing, but the call didn't go through, so he asked Yuan Wanqing's assistant.

I learned that my mother went home in the morning, but she had an event to attend at around 3:00 p.m.

Therefore, after school, Yan Zhusheng accompanied Li Luo and others for lunch, and then took a taxi back to the community.

She was in a good mood today. She walked briskly, thinking about the class trip on the 17th of next month. She would be very happy if she could travel alone with Li Luo then.

In addition, this time when she came back, she needed her parents' signature to choose her subjects, and the three subjects she chose were the same as Li Luo's, which basically guaranteed that she would be assigned to the same class as Li Luo when the classes were divided in the second year of high school.

And given Kong Junxiang's obsession with Li Luo as the class monitor, it is likely that he will be the class teacher at that time.

In this case, Yan Zhusheng thought, maybe he could still sit at the same table with Li Luo in the second year of high school.

Just like that, he returned home and Yan Zhusheng took out the key to open the door.

Just as he was about to change into slippers after walking in, his face suddenly changed. He looked down and saw an extra pair of men's leather shoes at the entrance.

Shoes I've never seen before...

Yan Zhusheng frowned slightly, and after confirming that Yuan Wanqing's shoes were there, he felt a little relieved. At least he was sure that it was not a thief who broke into the house, but that one of his mother's guests had come.

but……

There's no one in the living room on the first floor.

Yan Zhusheng looked at the living room with a puzzled look on his face. It was empty.

Yuan Wanqing wasn't here either.

So Yan Zhusheng changed into slippers and went upstairs.

As she walked up the stairs, Yan Zhusheng pursed her lips and vaguely heard the sounds of conversation coming from the master bedroom.

This voice seems familiar, as if I have heard it somewhere before.

After reaching the door of the master bedroom, Yan Zhusheng finally heard the conversation inside.

"I have an event to attend this afternoon, so I have to leave soon."

"Well, has your driver come to pick you up? If not, I'll take you there."

"That's too much trouble for you. Didn't your Xixi ask you to go home for dinner tonight? Don't worry about me. The assistant is already waiting."

"Okay, I'll go first then?"

"Hmm... um... wait a minute, the assistant just sent a message, let me take a look." Yuan Wanqing in the room put her finger in front of Ying Zhicheng's mouth and glanced at the phone. Then suddenly there was no sound. After several seconds, footsteps were heard approaching the door in the bedroom.

Seeing this, Yan Zhusheng didn't know what to think, and silently retreated from the second floor, then came to the entrance and pretended to have just changed into slippers.

At this time, the door of the master bedroom on the second floor was opened. Yuan Wanqing and Ying Zhicheng walked down from upstairs in neat clothes. When they saw Yan Zhusheng just coming in, they seemed relieved.

Yan Zhusheng tilted his head to look at Ying Zhicheng, then remembered who this was and politely said hello, uncle.

Ying Zhicheng also smiled and nodded and greeted them, then said goodbye to the mother and daughter, changed his shoes and left Yuan Wanqing's house.

"Why did Uncle Ying come to our house?" Yan Zhusheng asked puzzledly as he followed Yuan Wanqing to sit on the sofa in the living room.

"He just happened to be coming back, so he gave me a ride. When we got there, I had to invite him up to sit for a while." Yuan Wanqing smiled calmly, "What about you? Why did you come back so suddenly? Don't you spend your weekends with Li Luo and the others?"

"The school has issued a consent form for subject selection." Yan Zhusheng took out the form issued by Kong Junxiang from his schoolbag and handed it to Yuan Wanqing, "You need your parents to sign it."

"Oh, let me see." Yuan Wanqing took the form and glanced at it briefly. Because she had discussed this matter at the previous parents' dinner, she didn't have much to say, so she signed it quickly. "Is this good?"

"Yeah." Yan Zhusheng nodded, "Do you have any activities to attend this afternoon?"

"Yes, what about you?"

"I'm going back to Bi Hai Lan Ting." Yan Zhusheng pursed his lips and said.

"That's great. I'll ask the driver to come earlier and give you a ride later."

"Oh." Yan Zhusheng nodded obediently.

Looking at Yuan Wanqing's back as she got up and walked back to the master bedroom on the second floor to get something, her face was a little confused. She thought to herself, why did Uncle Ying go upstairs and sit for a while, so he went to sit in her mother's bedroom?
Maybe the mother went back to the bedroom to get something, and the two of them went upstairs to chat?

Yan Zhusheng scratched his head. There were always some bad guesses in his heart, but he felt that he was probably overthinking.

After all, he is Ying Chanxi's father.

What I just heard at the door of the master bedroom was all normal conversation between friends.

Yan Zhusheng shook her head and put her strange ideas behind her. After Yuan Wanqing packed her things, she got up and followed Yuan Wanqing downstairs. She was sent to the gate of the Bihai Lanting community.

It's only a little after two in the afternoon.

Because everyone had to go home, Xu Youyu also went home today and he probably won't be back in the evening.

Yan Zhusheng walked into the living room, took a walk around, and then went into the piano room to kill some time.

In the evening, she went downstairs and had a meal nearby. When she returned to 1502, she glanced in the direction of Li Luo's bedroom, and then she couldn't control her feet and walked in step by step.

I came to Li Luo's bed, sat down, lay down, covered myself with the quilt, and smelled the familiar smell on it. My heart suddenly felt at peace.

I don't know how, but I gradually fell asleep.

It was not until after nine o'clock that she suddenly woke up, picked up her cell phone and saw that it was only nine o'clock in the evening. She sighed slightly, turned over and lay on Li Luo's bed, and found his QQ.

……

On the other hand, after Ying Zhicheng returned home, he went to Li Guohong's house, and the two families had a meal together.

However, Ying Zhicheng still had things to do in the company, so he was unable to drink with Li Guohong in the evening. After dinner, he signed for Ying Chanxi and left in a hurry.

After dinner, Ying Chanxi helped Lin Xiuhong wash the dishes, and the family of four sat on the sofa, watching TV and chatting.

When talking about farmhouses, Li Guohong asked, "I heard you say before that your teacher Kong and your English teacher Ding are a couple in private, right?"

"Yes." Li Luo held his phone and read the QQ message sent by the editor, and nodded in response.

"Is there anything I should pay attention to at that time? How is their relationship progressing?"

"Dad, why are you so gossipy?"

"Why would I gossip?" Li Guohong rolled his eyes at him. "I'm just wondering whether to arrange one room for them or two separate rooms."

"One room." Li Luo laughed, "Teacher Kong is almost thirty years old. If you arrange two rooms for him, he might secretly criticize you for being rude."

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you talking about?" Lin Xiuhong had just finished cutting fruit and walked out of the kitchen. She immediately interrupted the topic and glared at Li Guohong, "What are you talking about in front of the children?"

"Well...I didn't say anything." Li Guohong muttered a few words and immediately shut up.

Ying Chanxi, who was sitting next to Li Luo, looked unhappy as soon as he heard about the farm stay, and he secretly stepped on Li Luo.

Li Luo: “?”

Turning his head to look at Ying Chanxi, Li Luo smiled helplessly, then said to his parents, "Can you please stop talking about the farm stay? If you talk about it a few more times, someone will cry out of pain."

"I didn't cry!" Ying Chanxi hit him angrily and quickly denied it.

"Xixi wants to go too?" Lin Xiuhong glanced at Ying Chanxi and couldn't help but say, "Although it's a separate trip for Class 8, if you want to go, you can go together. There are several former junior high school classmates in Class 8, and you and Zhusheng are pretty familiar with each other, so you should be able to get along well."

"Don't mention it. She has to attend the competition class on Friday." Li Luo waved his hand and said, "Mom, please don't seduce her."

Ying Chanxi snorted dejectedly.

But then Li Luo said, "But in August, why don't we take some time out to go on a trip? Let's go alone without anyone else."

"Really?" Ying Chanxi's eyes lit up when he heard this, "Where are you going?"

"Changning City? It's an international metropolis. I guess my parents have never been there."

"Changning, it's quite close." Li Guohong nodded. "Although I have never been to Changning, I have been to the capital when I was young. Back then..."

"Stop, stop." Lin Xiuhong interrupted Li Guohong's reminiscence of the past and looked at Li Luo and asked, "Why did you suddenly want to travel to Changning?"

"Oh, this is it." Li Luo showed his phone and said, "The editor invited me to attend a writer's salon at Wenyue Group. It's an official event for authors to communicate with each other."

"It is said that the date is tentatively set for August 8th to 14th."

"But the 14th is also Friday, and Xixi has to go to class first, so I'll go there first."

"Then you two can bring her to Changning to play on Saturday, how about that?"

"Writers' salon?" Li Guohong pondered curiously. "So high-end?"

"Well... I don't really understand it either. It's just a party anyway." Li Luo's grades were never so good in his previous life.

In his previous life, when Xu Youyu became a great star, Li Luo’s short drama was a failure.

Therefore, Li Luo was unable to learn from Xu Youyu what activities the big names in online literature usually participate in.

Like the last symposium, Li Luo had never heard of it in his previous life.

Another example is the annual meeting held every year, to which only great authors and authors with 10,000 subscriptions are eligible to be invited.

This writers' salon is another event that once only appeared in rumors in some online literature circles.

[Rekindle]: Will it be very busy then?
[Rekindle]: If I’m not busy, I would like to take my parents to Changning for some fun.

[Qianzhou]: Even if you don’t say it, I would actually like to suggest that you bring your parents over to take a look.

[Qianzhou]: The mid-year salon event not only provides an opportunity for writers to communicate with each other and with our officials, but is also a preview of the selection of great writers.

[Qianzhou]: Basically, anyone who can be invited to participate in the salon will be selected when the first list of masters is submitted in September.

[Qianzhou]: There will be three selections and the list of this year’s greats will be determined before the annual meeting at the end of the year.

[Qianzhou]: However, for some authors whose achievements are solid enough and who have already been successful, we can actually discuss the contract details with the big names in advance during the salon in August.

[Qianzhou]: Do you understand what I mean?

【Rekindle】: I understand.

The meaning of editing is also very simple.

With Li Luo's current explosive performance, it is inevitable that he will become a legend with one book.

Therefore, we can actually take advantage of this salon to discuss the specific details of the appointment with the big writer privately with Wenyue Group.

Generally speaking, the contracts signed between online writers and platforms are all standard contracts, and everyone uses the same template.

But when it comes to the masters, it becomes a personalized contract.

Great authors can discuss some contract details with Wenyue Group based on their personal needs.

For example, at the most basic level, the share of royalties for top authors will be increased from 50-50 to 30-70.

On this basis, specific details such as channel promotion and official push can be added as needed.

For example, regarding copyright transactions, the author's rights therein, whether it is a profit sharing or a buyout, and other such payments can all be discussed in detail.

Before signing a contract, the better the performance of a great author, the more likely Wenyue Group will make certain concessions on some terms. If an author just passes the passing line and is selected as a great author, it may be difficult for him to get any specific benefits in terms of the contract except a 70% profit split.

Therefore, there is a gap between the great writers, not to mention the platinum writers above them.

After telling his parents and Ying Chanxi about the writers' salon, Li Guohong and his wife came to their senses and roughly understood the situation.

Then Li Guohong frowned and said, "Should we find a knowledgeable lawyer in advance? Your mother and I don't understand this, otherwise how can we negotiate the contract when the time comes?"

"Yeah." Li Luo nodded, "But there's no rush. The contract can't be signed right away during the salon. We can go and find out more about the situation first."

"As for lawyers, I'll ask colleagues I met at the previous symposium to see if they have any recommendations."

"As for this salon, you should just treat it as a normal trip. Have fun with Xixi."

"Oh, by the way." Li Luo looked at Ying Chanxi again, "You can also ask your dad, if he is free at that time, we can go shopping together."

"Oh." Ying Chanxi nodded. He didn't care much about the salon that Li Luo attended, but he was still very happy to be able to go out traveling with Li Luo through this opportunity.

The depressed mood I had felt at first because I couldn't go on the group tour was now somewhat relieved.

Just when Ying Chanxi and Lin Xiuhong began to enthusiastically plan what to do in Changning, Li Luo's cell phone vibrated twice again.

He clicked on it and found it was a message from Yan Zhusheng.

[Yan Zhusheng]: What are you doing?

[Li Luo]: I’m chatting with my parents, what’s wrong?
[Yan Zhusheng]: Guess what I am doing?

【Li Luo】: You are looking for me to chat.

[Yan Zhusheng]: I’m thinking about you.

"What are you still talking about?" Ying Chanxi and Lin Xiuhong were chatting enthusiastically. Seeing that Li Luo didn't say anything, he immediately came over curiously.

Li Luo quickly closed the dialog box with Yan Zhusheng, and then said: "The editor talked about the details of the salon, but we didn't talk about anything else."

After Ying Chanxi nodded without any doubt, Li Luo continued the conversation with Yan Zhusheng.

[Yan Zhusheng]: Don’t you miss me?
[Li Luo]: That depends on what you are thinking.

[Yan Zhusheng]: Of course it is the longing between good friends. What do you think of?

[Li Luo]: No, I also think it is the longing between good friends.

[Yan Zhusheng]: Do you miss me?

【Li Luo】: Thinking.

[Yan Zhusheng]: Are you not coming back today?
【Li Luo】：Yeah.

[Li Luo]: Have you returned to Bi Hai Lan Ting?
[Yan Zhusheng]: Yes, but it’s just me.

【Li Luo】：We will be back tomorrow.

[Yan Zhusheng]: I know.

[Yan Zhusheng]: When the classes are divided into groups to go on a trip, will Xixi go?
[Li Luo]: They said we were divided into classes for the trip, so it must be that only people from Class 8 went.

[Yan Zhusheng]: Oh.

[Yan Zhusheng]: During the summer vacation, will you go back home or stay here in Bihai Lanting?

[Li Luo]: It should be the same as when I was in school, but I will probably go home every few days to have dinner and chat with my parents.

The two chatted for a while.

After a while, a new message popped up on Li Luo's phone.

When I went out and took a look, I found it was a letter from Xu Youyu.

【Go to bed early to grow taller】: Have you received an invitation from the editor? The writer's salon.

【Rekindle】: Huh? Did you receive it too?

【Go to bed early to grow taller】: Hey, hey, hey! Why do you look so surprised?
[Rekindled]: Oh, it’s a bit surprising, but it’s normal when you think about it.

[Going to bed early will make you taller]: Humph, someone must have known this before me, right?

[Rekindle]: The senior is still very smart.

[Rekindle]: Did the editor tell you about the great god?

[Going to bed early will make you taller]: Ah?
[Rekindle]: No, then just pretend I didn’t say anything.

[Go to bed early to grow taller]: Damn! Why are you so arrogant! Damn it!
[Go to bed early and you will grow taller]: Will you be recognized as a great person by the end of the year?

【Rekindle】: I think so.

[Going to bed early will make you taller]: I’m a little envious...I don’t know if I can be selected in the future.

[Rekindle]: You will be selected. Do you want to make another bet?

[Go to bed early and you will grow taller]: Haha, someone has a serious gambling addiction. He just lost to me once before, and I haven’t even used the winner’s privileges this time.

[Rekindle]: Then you should use it quickly, otherwise you will always be worried.

[Go to bed early and you will grow taller]: Don’t worry, we’ll talk about it when the time comes.

……

[Yan Zhusheng]: Can you come back early tomorrow?

[Li Luo]: I guess I won’t go back until after lunch. It just so happens that Xixi goes directly to school to attend the competition class.

[Yan Zhusheng]: But I don’t want to eat lunch alone. I went downstairs for dinner today, but it wasn’t tasty. The food you cooked tasted better.

[Li Luo]: Then why don’t you go buy some vegetables at noon tomorrow, and I’ll go back and cook for you then?

[Yan Zhusheng]: Okay.

Li Luo was chatting with Xu Youyu while chatting with Yan Zhusheng. When Ying Chanxi and Lin Xiuhong talked about him, he nodded in response.

Ying Chanxi was still completely unaware of this. Following the travel plan with Lin Xiuhong, he was completely immersed in the anticipation of traveling to Changning City in August.

……

The next day, at Li Luo's urging, Lin Xiuhong prepared lunch early.

After finishing lunch at around eleven o'clock, Li Luo and Ying Chanxi packed their schoolbags and rushed to Bihai Lanting.

"Aren't you going directly to school?" As he walked into the gate of the community, Li Luo asked Ying Chanxi who had followed him all the way.

"No hurry." Ying Chanxi blinked and looked at him strangely, "It's only eleven thirty, and the class doesn't start until one in the afternoon. Why should I go there so early?"

"Too……"

The two of them walked all the way to the door of 1502. After opening the door and going in, Ying Chanxi changed into slippers, put his schoolbag on the sofa, and went into the bathroom to use the toilet.

Li Luo looked at the living room in confusion, then looked at the kitchen and saw a bag of ingredients on the chopping board.

Then Li Luo walked into his bedroom with his schoolbag, threw it on the bed, and was about to go out to check on Yan Zhusheng's room.

Then he heard a "hmm" sound, and his schoolbag seemed to make a sound?
Li Luo looked at his bed in confusion. In the dim room covered by the curtains, Yan Zhusheng was lying on his bed, hugging the schoolbag on his belly in a daze.

Seeing this scene, Li Luo was speechless.

"Why are you in my room?"

"You hurt me." Yan Zhusheng felt a little pain from being hit. After putting his schoolbag aside gently, he covered his stomach.

Li Luo: “…”

After hearing what she said, Li Luo suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He quickly walked to the bedside, squatted down, and touched her belly through the quilt: "No, are you okay?"

"It hurts." Yan Zhusheng pursed her lips, then took Li Luo's hand and put it under the quilt, "Rub it and it won't hurt."

The next second, Li Luo felt himself touching a soft and flat belly. The skin was so delicate and smooth that he couldn't let it go.

"Is this so?" Li Luo touched and pressed gently and swallowed his saliva.

"Yeah." Yan Zhusheng closed his eyes comfortably.

But soon, Ying Chanxi's voice suddenly came from the bathroom in the corridor outside: "Li Luo! Li Luo!"

Li Luo was just touching it when he was startled by Ying Chanxi. He quickly pulled his hand out and responded to the outside while whispering to Yan Zhusheng, "Hurry up and get up, or Xixi will see it when she comes out."

"Hmm..." Yan Zhusheng was a little reluctant, but he also knew what was important and he obediently lifted the quilt, revealing the short-sleeved pajamas and ultra-short pajamas underneath.

The hem of her pajamas was lifted up above her belly, revealing her flat abdomen and slender waist.

Li Luo was stunned by what he saw.

At this time, Ying Chanxi in the bathroom shouted, "The toilet paper is out of use, can you bring me a new pack?"

"Got it!" Li Luo responded, and then urged in a low voice, "Hurry up, hurry up, get up, I still have to bring her some paper."

"Pick me up." Yan Zhusheng stretched out his hands and acted a little bit naughty.

Li Luo had no choice but to grab her with both hands and pick her up like a princess, then turned around and walked straight outside.

Yan Zhusheng felt her body floating in the air and was stunned for a moment. When she came to her senses, Li Luo had already carried her out of the bedroom.

She immediately hugged Li Luo's neck tightly with her arms. When passing the bathroom door in the corridor, her feet accidentally hit the bathroom door, making a muffled sound.

"What hit the door?" Ying Chanxi asked puzzledly from inside.

"My elbow accidentally hit it." Li Luo said quickly, "I'll get you some paper right away. I have to find where I put the paper box before."

Having said that, he quickly rushed into Yan Zhusheng's room and put her on the bed.

But just as he was about to leave, Yan Zhusheng grabbed him, pointed at his feet, stretched them in front of him, blinked and said, "You hurt my feet."

Li Luo: “…”

He was quite sure that he had only lightly touched the door.

Which might hurt.

Grabbing Yan Zhusheng's face unhappily, Li Luo smiled helplessly and said, "If you make trouble again, I will be angry."

"Oh..." Yan Zhusheng retracted his feet obediently, then picked up the tissue on his bedside table, "Then you can give it to Xixi."

Li Luo grabbed the tissue, let go of her pink face, and walked out of the room to give the tissue to Ying Chanxi.

Yan Zhusheng looked at Li Luo's back as he left, his mind still lingering on the moment when Li Luo carried him in her arms like a princess, and he still felt a little dizzy.

She lay on the bed, closed her eyes, touched her belly, pursed her lips, and was still savoring something.

(End of this chapter)