Chapter 368: It’s time to put the quadruple bed on the agenda

In the afternoon, on the way home.

After feeling the gazes from the people around him, Li Luo felt helpless.

Ying Chanxi and Yan Zhusheng naturally noticed something as well.

In the past, at times like this, most of the classmates' attention would be focused on the two girls.

But at this moment, Ying Chanxi and Yan Zhusheng could clearly feel that many more eyes were looking at Li Luo.

There is nothing we can do about this.

After all, after the relevant information about Chongran was exposed, everyone knew that Li Luo, the class monitor of Class 8 in Grade 2, was Chongran himself.

Of course, if Li Luo was walking alone in the school, most people would not be able to recognize him.

Many people know this, but it is still difficult to match the name with the face.

Even though Li Luo had performed on stage before, most of the students had only seen him from afar and did not have a deep impression of his face.

But if it's like now, walking side by side on the street with two school beauties.

Ying Chanxi is the person who gives speeches at the flag-raising platform every week.

Yan Zhusheng has just stepped onto the big screen of the singer's stage again.

Everyone is very familiar with these two girls.

At this time, when I saw a boy walking with them, I didn’t have to think too much, it must be Li Luo.

Say something.

If you are studying in a school and you hear that a boy in another class is writing online articles, you may just be curious and gossip about it, but you may not actually read it.

If someone else says that the novel written by this person is very successful and popular on the Internet, you might be a little more interested and ask about the title of the book.

But if someone tells you that this person is the class monitor of a certain class, and the president of the literature club, and has performed on stage with Yan Zhusheng in the rock club.

Oh, by the way, Yan Zhusheng was the one who sang with Yuan Wanqing on the singer last night. She is Yuan Wanqing’s daughter. Yan Zhusheng and that boy were deskmates!
At this point, the flames of gossip are about to burn completely.

At this time, others tell you that this boy who writes online articles also helped Yuan Wanqing write an entire album of new songs, and he also allegedly included Yan Zhusheng and Ying Chanxi in the book.

What? You don't know Ying Chanxi?
First in the second year of high school! Do you know the president of the student union? The girl who just took office this year and gave a speech on the flag-raising platform every week is so beautiful!
At this point, if you don’t take a look at what “I’m Really Not a Celebrity” is about, you really have to praise your great concentration.

Under such circumstances, it is almost impossible for any student who comes into contact with this gossip to completely ignore it.

To the extent that whenever Li Luo walked with Yan Zhusheng and Ying Chanxi, he could hardly escape everyone's strange looks.

"I'm really suffocating..." Li Luo returned to Bi Hai Lan Ting 1502 and threw himself directly onto the sofa, as if he had just been rescued from drowning. "I can't live like this anymore."

Ying Chanxi and Yan Zhusheng followed into the house. Seeing Li Luo lying on the sofa, they looked at each other with smiles in their eyes.

"Didn't you say that we should learn to enjoy ourselves?" Ying Chanxi squatted beside the sofa, touched Li Luo's head, and said with a smile, "Why do I feel like I'm not enjoying myself?"

"I still overestimated my own shamelessness." Li Luo turned over and lay on his back, looking at the ceiling and sighed, "This little heart is really unbearable."

"Just think of them as watermelons," Ying Chanxi consoled him, "then you won't feel anything."

"Why do you feel like you're comforting a child?"

"Then you are just a kid now." Ying Chanxi squatted and poked Li Luo's face, saying with a smile, "It's just a novel anyway, what does it matter? People will just think you are awesome."

"Look at your current achievements. Not only have you written nine songs for Aunt Yuan, but your new album has sold over 150 million copies, your novels have an average subscription of , and your monthly royalties start at several hundred thousand."

“Isn’t this better than 99% of ordinary people?”

"Although it is embarrassing to have people know about the novel, if you offer these conditions to someone else, the price is just social death, I think most people will accept it without hesitation."

"That's true." Li Luo sighed, and his mood finally improved a little.

Just as the two of them were chatting on the sofa, the door was pushed open from outside.

Lin Xiuhong and Cui Suling, followed by Xu Youyu, walked in from outside together. They were carrying several large plastic bags in their hands, and it seemed that they had bought a lot of things.

Seeing Xu Youyu and Cui Suling, Ying Chanxi was surprised and asked in confusion: "Senior sister, Aunt Cui... why are you here too?"

"It's all someone." Xu Youyu rolled his eyes at his mother. "She was so affectionate when she called last night, but today she's back to her old ways. She can't hold it together at all."

"What are you talking about?" Cui Suling said unhappily, "You just lay in bed as soon as you got home in the afternoon. You used to have club activities and work in the student union, but now you have nothing to do. You just become lazy as soon as you get home. You might as well continue to participate in activities at school."

When Li Luo heard the quarrel between the mother and daughter, he laughed and shook his head. He quickly got up from the sofa, took the plastic bag from Aunt Cui, and followed Lin Xiuhong to the kitchen.

"Look at Li Luo." Cui Suling spoke again, pointing at Xu Youyu, "She even remembers to help me carry things. What about you? You don't even help at home."

"You go home to rest, okay?" Xu Youyu retorted, "I'm already exhausted from school, so what's wrong with going home and lying down for a while?"

"Then don't come back."

"Who cares?" Xu Youyu snorted, then pretended to be Cui Suling's tone, not forgetting to tease, "Youyu~ Mom misses you~ I don't know who said this."

"You!" Cui Suling's face turned a little red after what she said, and she couldn't help but raise her hand to hit her.

Xu Youyu quickly slipped behind Li Luo and pressed his shoulders to avoid him: "Look! Look! My mother is just like that. She will resort to violence when she can't win an argument. She is not as gentle and kind as Aunt Lin."

"Hey, hey, hey." Li Luo interrupted Xu Youyu when he heard him say this, "You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. My mom is only nicer in front of you guys, and she's not much nicer to me in private."

"You stinky boy." Lin Xiuhong heard this and immediately scolded with a smile, "What are you talking about?"

But unlike Cui Suling, even though Li Luo joked like that, Lin Xiuhong didn't seem to be angry at all. Instead, she smiled and called Cui Suling into the kitchen, telling her not to argue with a child.

If this had happened in the past, Lin Xiuhong would have probably chased Li Luo and beat and scolded him, just like Cui Suling did.

All I can say is that money does support people, especially when the money is earned by one's own son.

Even now, Lin Xiuhong still basically maintains her previous view on money and doesn't spend much money on a daily basis.

But having money in your pocket and having no money are two completely different concepts.

Under such circumstances, Lin Xiuhong's temperament became much more tolerant and gentle without her noticing, and she rarely lost her temper with Li Luo anymore.

Lin Xiuhong and Cui Suling were preparing dinner in the kitchen, while Li Luo returned to his bedroom, intending to write down some of the content of the novel that he had been thinking about in the memory palace that morning.

Xu Youyu went back to the bedroom to type, Yan Zhusheng went to the piano room, and Ying Chanxi was a little bored, so he simply put on an apron and went to the kitchen to help.

As evening approached, Li Guohong and Xu Rongsheng also arrived one after another.

It just so happened that Yuan Wanqing's work as a singer had also come to an end. She had just returned from a plane ride with Yan Zhusheng today, so she didn't have much to do.

So Ying Zhicheng drove her over and had dinner with her.

The four families gathered together again after the parent-teacher meeting in the first half of the year. After dinner was ready, ten people sat around the table and had dinner happily.

At the dinner table, most of the people chatting were adults.

The three girls listened quietly, lowered their heads to eat, and rarely interrupted.

But Li Luo seemed like a little adult and naturally participated in the adults' conversation.

"There is new news about the subway planning," Ying Zhicheng said to Li Guohong. "It might be true this time. The stores you bought should have a chance to appreciate in value."

"Really?" Li Guohong raised his eyebrows, a look of joy on his face.

Although my son is not short of money now, it would be a good thing if a few shops could appreciate in value. No one would complain about having too much money, right?
At this time, Li Luo nodded and said, "You may not have noticed the news last month. Yuhang City has confirmed that it will host the Asian Games in 2022, and the infrastructure will definitely continue to expand."

"You are doing research in this area?" Ying Zhicheng was a little surprised.

"Well... it's OK. I pay attention to it occasionally." Li Luo was modest for a moment, and then added, "But the Asian Games is still a long way off. If there are any important events held in Yuhang City, the progress of our subway project should be accelerated." "Yes, that's the truth." Ying Zhicheng nodded in agreement, but he was not particularly interested in the subway. He only mentioned it because of Li Guohong's involvement. Now Ying Zhicheng is more concerned about another thing. "Then how are you going with the other novel you mentioned during the summer vacation?"

When talking about "Little Joy", Ying Chanxi has the right to speak.

Ying Chanxi, who was eating obediently, said to Ying Zhicheng: "Li Luo's book "Little Joy" has more than 300,000 words, it's super good!"

"Dad, if you make this book into a TV series, I think it will definitely be better than the previous dramas of your company!"

Hearing his daughter say this, Ying Zhicheng was also a little curious: "Has she written so much already?"

"Yes." Li Luo nodded. "I will register the copyright first, and then send the complete version of the novel file to Uncle Ying. You can show it to the film and television department first."

"I will cooperate with Qidian and participate in their realistic essay competition to see if I can get a ranking and get some official support and resources."

"The specific arrangements can be decided after Uncle Ying and others have reviewed them."

"Okay." Ying Zhicheng nodded to show that he understood, with a hint of anticipation in his heart.

If it were a year ago, he would definitely not care about what novel this kid Li Luo wrote.

But after watching Yuan Wanqing's album "The Sky Has No Limits", Ying Zhicheng's view changed completely.

Especially since Li Luo is such a good writer online, what if this book called "Little Joy" is really good?

Ying Zhicheng doesn't dare to make any rash judgment now, but it may not be a bad idea to give Li Luo a chance to prove himself.

After all, ever since Hua Yue began to transform into the film and television industry, apart from making a little money in the beginning by relying on the young and handsome economy, its works in recent years have not been satisfactory.

According to the company's original statement, he was given five years, and now there are only about two years left.

If he really can't make any more achievements, he will be demoted at the very least, if not fired.

After all, I am still a worker and the pressure is quite high.

If it weren't for Yuan Wanqing's outstanding performance this time, the board of directors might have already considered replacing someone.

Now Ying Zhicheng is making preparations for both scenarios.

While continuing to advance the company's current TV series plans, he also wants to see if Li Luo can give him a surprise.

At this time, Xu Rongsheng became interested when he heard this, and couldn't help asking: "Li Luo, what is your "Little Joy" about? Can I watch it when the time comes?"

"Sure." Li Luo nodded immediately. "It's about a series of stories about three families surrounding the college entrance examination. I'll send it to Uncle Xu when I finish writing it."

When it comes to novels like "I'm Really Not a Celebrity", Li Luo is embarrassed to recommend them to people he knows.

But when it comes to movies like "Little Joy", Li Luo has no psychological pressure at all to recommend it.

"Oh?" Xu Rongsheng raised his eyebrows. "It's about the college entrance examination. That's really interesting. This topic is quite good, and it also fits your personal experience."

Although Li Luo has not taken the college entrance examination yet, he is a sophomore in high school after all. Moreover, with the new college entrance examination reform, the first selection test will be coming soon, which is actually a part of the college entrance examination.

Xu Rongsheng was also quite interested in Li Luo's topic.

"Dad." Xu Youyu interrupted with a smile, "When you finish reading, remember to write another paper."

Li Luo: “…”

"Speaking of this." After being reminded by his daughter, Xu Rongsheng suddenly remembered, "The paper that you were named as the second author has been published. If you want to read it, I can show it to you then."

Li Luo wanted to refuse at first, but when he thought that this was the first time in his two lifetimes that he had a paper published, he nodded and said, "Then I'll trouble you, Uncle Xu."

"Haha." Xu Rongsheng laughed, and then said, "You are famous now. I taught an elective course that specializes in popular literature research. I did a questionnaire survey when I was free, and it turned out that nearly half of the class had read your book."

"Ahem..." Hearing this, Li Luo's face suddenly darkened, "Uncle Xu, you didn't say anything in class, did you?"

"No, don't worry."

To be honest, all the students in the Affiliated High School No. 1 now know the truth.

But netizens on the Internet are still unclear.

Although Weibo is lively, there are internet trolls arranged by Ying Zhicheng to stir up trouble, so most people really can't figure out who Chongran is.

Of course, some people say that Chongran is a student of the No. 1 Middle School Affiliated to Yinjiang District, Yuhang City, but after being mixed up by the internet trolls, it’s hard to tell what’s true and what’s false, and it’s hard for everyone to judge.

So for now, unless you are someone who has offline access to gossip about the No. 1 Affiliated Middle School, it is basically impossible for you to immediately know the relationship between Li Luo and Chongran.

However, if it continues to ferment and spread over time, it will be hard to say.

……

After dinner, several parents left one after another, and in the end only Li Luo and the other four were left.

Xu Youyu went back to his room to continue typing, while the other three people huddled on the sofa to rest.

When Li Luo saw Ying Chanxi taking a pen and paper from his schoolbag and sitting at the desk to write and draw, he curiously asked, "What are you doing?"

"List the work and tasks of the Student Union in the next period of time." Ying Chanxi's two white and tender feet were stepping on the chair, with her toes curled up outside the edge, looking very cute.

"That's right, you are now the president of the student union." Li Luo walked over with a smile, patted Ying Chanxi's shoulders, and massaged her shoulders and back, "You have worked so hard."

"A little gentler." Ying Chanxi closed his eyes, feeling Li Luo's strength, and asked, "A little higher, yes."

Yan Zhusheng also came over from the sofa, glanced at the papers on the table, and then said: "The examination is from November 11nd to 2th, the sports meeting is from the 4th to the 12th, the parents' meeting is on November 14th, and Li Luo's birthday is December 11st?"

"Ah!" Ying Chanxi suddenly opened his eyes when he heard Yan Zhusheng's words. He blushed and covered the paper with his hand. "Zhusheng, don't read it anymore."

"Does the student union affairs have anything to do with Li Luo's birthday?" Yan Zhusheng blinked and asked innocently.

"In addition to student union affairs, I also wrote down some more important things..."

"I wouldn't have remembered it if you hadn't told me." Li Luo laughed, "My birthday is on Monday this year, right? It's not a good one."

"That won't work." Ying Chanxi said seriously, "If Monday doesn't work, then I'll celebrate your birthday on the weekend. There's no reason not to celebrate it."

"Then I'll follow your arrangements. I don't mind."

"What?" Xu Youyu, who came out of the study to get a small pudding, heard them talking about birthdays and immediately came over and said with a smile, "Li Luo's birthday? It's not even two months away, right? Do you want to play my advanced version of Monopoly then?"

"Sorry." Li Luo pressed her head and pushed her away, "The application is rejected."

"What's in the advanced version?" Yan Zhusheng asked with burning eyes.

"Of course it's more thrilling and exciting...mmmm!"

Li Luo covered Xu Youyu's mouth and pushed him into the study. After closing the door, Li Luo returned to the desk and said, "We'll talk about the birthday later. There's no rush."

"I'm going back to my room to write some words. You guys should take a shower and go to bed early."

"I have to continue preparing for the exam tomorrow morning. There's only less than a month left, so I can't let my guard down."

……

It was past eleven o'clock in the evening. After Li Luo finished typing, he went to the bathroom to take a shower.

When he came out of the bathroom, he was wearing a pair of Doraemon shorts, carrying a bulging bag of tricks, and wiping his hair with a towel. When he saw the three girls lying on the bed watching a movie, he fell into a long silence.

"No... Is there any show today? Didn't we just watch Singer yesterday?"

"Li Luo." Yan Zhusheng made some room on the bed, not intending to answer him. He just patted the bed and said, "Come on."

This quadruple bed should really be put on the agenda...

(End of this chapter)