After saying that, he felt that this was too hypocritical, so he changed his words: "I hope to get at least 5th place. If I can get 5th place, it will not only give an explanation to Nanda, but also give an explanation to Ningchun Yan. When I get back,

It won't be so embarrassing when you get to the unit."

"What about yourself?"

"Um?"

Ye Lan asked: "Do you think finishing fifth is worthy of your own efforts and dedication?"

This is a good question.

Wang Zixu considered the face of Ning Chunyan and Nanda, as well as the discord in the work unit. He considered everything except his own thoughts.

Ye Lan was able to pay attention to him under such circumstances, which moved him very much.

It has been many years since anyone cared about Wang Zixu's thoughts.

He was silent for a long time and then said: "Many times, if you don't work hard, you will definitely be rewarded."

"But you have to always believe that good things will happen."

"I hope so."

"Then how many places do you think you can get with your hard work?"

"No. 5."

"Tch, it's worthless." Ye Lan sneered, "Just make money in Wenwen. At least your earning power doesn't need to be rated by others."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Zixu still felt that he couldn't drink Ye Lan's chicken soup. In the past 30 years of his life, he had hardly encountered many "good" things.

Just think about it, what would he have done if Ning Chunyan didn't help him this time? He couldn't get into the third round no matter what. What does this have to do with hard work? How could he know that back then, because he didn't work hard to fall in love?

As a result, today's essay collection failed. How could he have calculated this?

If you force yourself to believe in chicken soup, I'm afraid you will most likely be disappointed.

But if this sentence were changed to "work hard until something good finally happens", it would make more sense, because that's what he did.

The good things he encountered were concentrated in these few months. Zuo Ziliang, Ning Chunyan, Ye Lan... If he hadn't kept getting up from the ground and finally developed a bronze head and iron arms, he wouldn't have been able to survive.

Meeting them, Wang Zixu felt that he was generally quite happy, at least God didn't let him live until he was sixty years old.

As for the "bad things" he encountered before the age of 30, he wanted to make a Shi Tiesheng-style declaration: If there are things I haven't said, don't think I've forgotten them. I haven't forgotten anything. Some things are just suitable for collection.

You can't talk about it, you can't think about it, but you can't forget it either.

He would remember these "bad things" silently, one stroke at a time, and when the critical moment came, he would look them up and see, oh, you still owe money here.

In the square, the white headlights lit up one after another, "click, click, click", making a crisp sound. Several intersecting shadows appeared under Wang Zixu's feet.

"I am a copper pea that cannot be steamed, boiled, beaten, or stir-fried."

He dropped his cigarette butt and walked towards the venue.

"Everyone give in, Peas is coming to beat someone today."

…

The square was already crowded with people. The ceremony was divided into inner and outer courts. The inner court could be seated, and half of them were government units. There were standing signs next to them to mark which units were sitting where. When Wang Zixu passed by his unit, someone saw him.

"Zixu! This way, this way!"

Wang Zixu turned his head and glanced, but smiled slightly without stopping.

Song Yinglian frowned: "Where is he going?"

Guo Ranran stood up: "He sat in the first three rows!"

Hearing this, many colleagues stood up and looked over their heads.

The first three rows were where city leaders and special guests sat. How could Wang Zixu sit there without an invitation? It was simply ridiculous. Diao Yiwen was secretly despised, but she couldn't help but crane her neck to look.

"Look, look, he's really sitting in the third row!"

"What's going on?" Gou Yingbiao's nasal voice sounded from behind.

"Director Gou, Wang Zixu is sitting in the third row!"

…

"Professor Zhong."

In the third row, Zhong Junmin waved to him and said concisely: "Sit down."

Wang Zixu went in sideways and sat down next to Zhong Junmin. Zhong Junmin said nothing, but Wang Zixu couldn't bear it. He glanced left and right, then quickly retracted his eyes in fear.

As expected, the first three rows are all people who have appeared on TV. Some people are on local news, and some are on national news.

"Junior brother, junior brother!" Zhao Peilin lowered his body and shouted to him from across the seat, "Come on!"

Wang Zixu lowered his body and said, "Now is no longer the time for me to change anything by working harder."

"I know, but working hard is an attitude towards life."

"Okay, then you should do your best."

Professor Zhong lowered his head and looked at the two of them: "How about we change seats so that you two can chat more easily."

Wang Zixu said: "I'm sorry, Professor Zhong."

Zhao Peilin said: "Thank you, Professor Zhong."

Professor Zhong changed seats with Zhao Peilin, and Zhao Peilin sat next to him: "I heard that there is a beautiful woman from Xihe."

"On this occasion, we shouldn't talk about this level of topics, right?"

"Alright."

From a distance, Guo Ranran was still watching, looking around, then turned around and reported the situation again: "Wang Zixu has really sat down and is still chatting with others!"

Gou Yingbiao's face turned ugly: "You guys call him!"

Xu Shichao held up his mobile phone: "I called, but I can't get through."

"There are too many people and the signal is not good."

Zhang Cannian sat on the chair with a relaxed expression: "Forget it, he can sit down if he has a seat, and they didn't drive him away."

Guo Ranran turned around and asked: "But why is he sitting in the third row?"

"Yeah, why?" Zhang Cannian laughed out loud. It's easy for a young man not to see through some things.

Just when Guo Ranran was feeling indignant, he heard a sound like a roaring mountain and a tsunami.

The cheers started to spread from the outside. Wang Zixu and Zhao Peilin were discussing what level of topics they should talk about so that they could pass the time without appearing obscene, when they heard the cheers.

So he raised his head. At this moment, as if possessed by his soul, he immediately looked in the right direction and saw the source of the cheers, and then his whole body was shocked.

It was a feeling of spiritual enlightenment. Before Wu Yazi gave Xu Zhu the initiation, he slapped him on the forehead to destroy his martial arts. Wang Zixu was slapped just like Xu Zhu, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen and he felt dizzy.

Suddenly I didn't know what was going on.

Copper Pea has been wandering around the world for many years. He thought he was invulnerable. When his self-confidence was bursting, he suddenly saw his original intention. His steel-like skin was broken by a poke, and his diamond-like will collapsed.

No matter how prepared a person is, he cannot prevent an attack from the softest part of his heart.

After 12 years, three months and five days, Wang Zixu saw Chen Qingluo alive again.
Chapter completed!