Chapter 143

Or they had published domestic masterpieces early on and caused a sensation.

Tang Lao had already thought about it at the time: if Ye Xuan took the initiative to visit him, he would just bring it up.

But unexpectedly, he waited and waited, but Ye Xuan never came to visit.

Tang Lao immediately discounted Ye Xuan's image, feeling that this kid was quite arrogant.

Thinking that Ye Xuan was young after all, and having some arrogance was normal, Tang Lao originally planned to observe this kid for a while longer, but unexpectedly, he then waited for the update of *The Legend of the Condor Heroes*.

Just when Tang Lao thought Ye Xuan would create another literary peak, as soon as he saw the content of *The Legend of the Condor Heroes*, Tang Lao smashed his phone on the spot.

How could this kid Ye Xuan fabricate history?!

It's simply worthless, full of nonsense!

What kind of new Wu Xia novel is praised by everyone?!

The characters are straightforward and reckless, and the plot is rough and full of fighting!

It clearly uses dense action scenes to make people ignore the text!

Whenever there is an unreasonable plot, they start fighting, and clearly it's fighting and killing, but it's given the high hat of moral praise!

As soon as *The Legend of the Condor Heroes* came out, it completely overturned the good impression Tang Lao had of Ye Xuan at the beginning.

With the release of the second part, *The Return of the Condor Heroes*, Tang Lao's attitude toward Ye Xuan added a bit more displeasure.

In Tang Lao's view, this Ye Xuan had simply gone astray and was clearly already ruined.

It was precisely because of this that when he learned that the person coming was Ye Xuan, Tang Lao had such a performance.

Suppressing the thoughts in his heart, Tang Lao stopped paying attention to Ye Xuan and walked straight to the front row.

At this moment, the experts and scholars who were originally sitting in the front row of the conference room stood up one after another.

After all, they originally thought that they were the oldest in the entire college entrance exam question group, so they naturally sat in the first place without hesitation.

And now, seeing Tang Lao, the experts in the front row hurriedly gave up their seats and bowed to invite Tang Lao to sit down.

At the same time, as Tang Lao's speech fell, some experts and scholars also whispered to each other.

"Yes, what were the people in the college entrance exam question group thinking?"

"Is this Ye Xuan still a literary person?! This is clearly a businessman, full of the smell of copper, how can he sit with us?"

"Exactly, exactly, it simply loses the face of us literary people..."

Although the voice was not loud, Ye Xuan's body had long been blessed by the system, and his five senses were long ago more sensitive than others.

Noticing that one of the old professors in his fifties was shouting that he had lost the face of a literary person, Ye Xuan walked over and stopped beside this scholar.

Seeming to notice the gaze on the side, the old professor also realized something was wrong, turned around suddenly, and found that Ye Xuan had walked to his side at some point.

Thinking that he was discussing Ye Xuan openly and was found by the main character, the old professor's face flashed with a trace of embarrassment, and then he said as if nothing had happened.

"Mr. Ye, any advice?"

This sentence also carried obvious gunpowder.

Clearly not believing that Ye Xuan could give him any pointers, yet he used the word "advice."

However, the old professor's provocation was not a thing in Ye Xuan's eyes at all.

Ye Xuan looked at the name on the nameplate, then raised his eyebrows, and asked suddenly.

"Excuse me for asking, Professor Meng, what awards have you won?"

Awards?!

What do you mean?!

Why did you suddenly mention awards?

Professor Meng, who was questioned by Ye Xuan, had big doubts in his eyes.

Clearly, he didn't know what Ye Xuan's intention was.

Just when this Professor Meng didn't answer, Ye Xuan walked toward another expert who was also about fifty years old, with chubby cheeks, who looked like he was living a good life.

Looking at the nameplate on the table, Ye Xuan asked faintly again.

"This Professor Liu, what awards do you have?"

This Professor Liu was questioned by Ye Xuan so suddenly, and he was also stunned in his original position.

Clearly, he didn't understand Ye Xuan's purpose either.

Looking at Professor Meng, the first one, the two of them clearly saw big confusion in each other's eyes.

What is Ye Xuan doing?

At this moment, Ye Xuan's footsteps didn't stop, and he had already walked toward the third expert, asking the exact same question.

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"Then this senior, what award do you have?"

Seeing that the first two didn't speak, the third expert who was questioned was also stunned.

At this moment, this move by Ye Xuan not only made the three experts and scholars feel confused, but also aroused the curiosity of others in the conference room.

Even Tang Lao, who had just sat in the main seat, looked at Ye Xuan.

Big question marks appeared in everyone's eyes.

What is Ye Xuan doing?!

It was Professor Meng, the first one questioned by Ye Xuan, who reacted first.

Professor Meng already had a rough guess in his heart.

Could it be that Ye Xuan is asking for advice with this move?!

After all, Ye Xuan is only in his early twenties, and his qualifications in the literary world are limited.

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According to the conventional age, he is just a little newcomer in the literary world.

How can he compare with the old seniors who are already forty or fifty years old present?!

Could it be that this kid has calmed down and intends to learn from the seniors present, starting by asking about everyone's past qualifications?!

Thinking of this, Professor Meng felt it made more and more sense.

His expression relaxed, and Professor Meng began to review the awards he had received over the years.

Since he started working, the honors he had received could not be finished even if he talked for three days and three nights.

In terms of school honors, he had long since won all the awards he could win.

Outstanding Worker of the School, Outstanding Worker of the City, Outstanding Worker of the Province, and National Outstanding Worker medals were countless.

Outside the school, he was also a literary editor for the domestic first-class magazine *Selected Essays*.

Relying on his works, he had won several literary awards.

At this moment, he was preparing to pick out a few glittering awards from his past resume to show off to Ye Xuan in front of him.

However, just as he cleared his throat and prepared to speak, he heard Ye Xuan in front of him chuckle, and then said faintly.

"Sorry, I have the Nobel Prize in Literature."

As soon as the voice came out, the words Professor Meng had just prepared could not be said.

The other two old seniors who were questioned by Ye Xuan one after another also turned black.

Even the expression of Tang Lao, who was sitting in the main seat, turned iron-blue.

What do you mean?

Is Ye Xuan mocking people?

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