Chapter 343

Ye Xuan also didn't expect to be so misunderstood by people outside the car.

Shaking his head slightly, he didn't pay much attention to it.

However, glancing at Reba out of the corner of his eye, he saw that her already beautiful face was dyed with a brilliant crimson.

The pinkness on her face spread from her earlobes to her neck, and even her exposed shoulders were stained with a bit of pink.

The corners of Ye Xuan’s mouth slowly curled into an arc.

This bright superstar, who looked like a peony flower on the outside, was unexpectedly shy.

While Ye Xuan was driving Reba back, on the other side, the Roundtable Party, the first non-scripted cultural chat program in the country, was facing a problem.

In the bright and clean conference room.

The planning team of the Roundtable Party was wearing worried expressions.

"Wen Tao, who do you think we should invite for the next episode?"

The speaker was the planner of the Roundtable Party, Liang Wen, who was currently knitting his brows with a look of hesitation.

The reason for his hesitation was also very simple.

The Roundtable Party had already run for five seasons and was about to welcome its sixth.

It is rare for a program to persist from the first season to the sixth.

And it is even rarer that the Roundtable Party has maintained a high rating from the first season to the sixth.

Speaking of why this program has been getting better and better, one must mention that the planning team is quite dedicated.

Every season has been innovated and sublimated on the basis of the previous one.

From major livelihood issues to personal emotions, it can be said to cover everything and accommodate everything.

But with the improvements season after season, the entire planning team has also encountered a bottleneck.

Everything that could be said has been said, and everyone who could be invited has been invited.

If they want to break through in the next season, where should they start?

At this moment, the named Dou Wentao pushed up the round-framed black-rimmed glasses on his forehead.

His expression looked calm, but only his pursed lips revealed his worry.

"Sports world, culinary world, psychology world, scientific world..."

Everything he uttered was the various industries they had covered before.

By the time he finished, Dou Wentao simply slumped in the chair behind him, sighing in a tone that seemed almost impossible.

"Almost everyone who could be invited has been invited; the only one left is my idol."

As soon as these words were out, Liang Wen beside him squeezed out an ugly smile and said, laughing through tears.

"Your idol? Marilyn Monroe?"

This was the dream lover in the hearts of countless men in the last century, and also the goddess in Dou Wentao’s mind.

As an old friend who had known Dou Wentao for more than ten years, Liang Wen had heard Dou Wentao mention Marilyn Monroe so many times that his ears were almost calloused, so he naturally blurted it out.

However, to Liang Wen’s surprise, he was met with an eye-roll from Dou Wentao the next moment.

"I’m being serious; Marilyn Monroe is my goddess, but my idol is someone else."

As he spoke, Dou Wentao had already tilted his chin to signal Liang Wen.

Following Dou Wentao’s gaze, Liang Wen immediately noticed a row of books placed on the conference table.

"Dream of the Red Chamber," "The Three-Body Problem," "The Old Man and the Sea."

At a glance, they were all Ye Xuan’s books.

"It’s Mr. Ye."

Liang Wen showed a sheepish look, clearly feeling that he had guessed the wrong answer, and felt a bit embarrassed.

But the next moment, he suddenly slapped his forehead, and his eyes lit up.

"Wen Tao, who said we can't invite Mr. Ye?!"

As he spoke, Liang Wen suddenly stood up from his chair, and his face was stained with a layer of obvious excitement.

"Why don't we give it a try?!"

Startled by Liang Wen’s excitement, Dou Wentao was stunned at first.

When he came back to his senses, he couldn't help but slap his own thigh, muttering with annoyance.

"That’s right! I was really taking things for granted; after all, Mr. Ye won the Nobel Prize in Literature, and I subconsciously thought of him as those old seniors, thinking it would be inconvenient for him to make a big fuss..."

After muttering to himself for a while, meeting Liang Wen’s eyes, a flash of heat clearly crossed Dou Wentao’s eyes.

"Let’s go, I’ll call him right now."

Soon, the two of them obtained Ye Xuan’s contact number through someone they knew.

Under pressure, when Dou Wentao pressed the numbers, his hands shook and he pressed the wrong digit.

It wasn't until the phone said, "The number you have dialed is not in service," that Dou Wentao slapped his forehead.

"Look at me, I’m too nervous to call my idol!"

Seeing Dou Wentao’s useless appearance, Liang Wen beside him immediately grabbed the phone.

"Look at your silly happy look; I have to step in at the critical moment."

Although he said that, the moment he took the phone and pressed the button, Liang Wen also took a deep breath.

Clearly, his mood was not as calm as it appeared.

Beep, beep, beep.

As soon as the phone rang, Liang Wen and Dou Wentao held their breath at the same time.

After all, this call directly determined the future of their next season of the Roundtable Party.

It’s no wonder the two of them attached such high importance to it.

The short few seconds felt as long as a lifetime to both of them.

"Hello? This is Ye Xuan."

Hearing the familiar voice from the other side, Liang Wen suppressed his excitement, and his voice even trembled a little.

"Hello, Mr. Ye, I am Liang Wen, the planning director of the Roundtable Party."

Dou Wentao beside him couldn't help but lean closer, fearing he wouldn't hear his idol’s voice clearly.

At this time, Ye Xuan on the other side was still a bit confused when he received the call.

Liang Wen from the Roundtable Party, what does he want with him?

The next moment, he heard the voice from the other side continue.

"Mr. Ye, the Roundtable Party is about to hold its sixth season; I wonder if we could have the honor of inviting you to be the guest for the first episode..."

Ye Xuan recalled his impression of this program in his mind.

The Roundtable Party is named after the roundtable, aiming to reflect equality among everyone at the table.

Based on the internet, reflecting on the world, chatting about everything, sharing multi-dimensional perspectives, and inspiring infinite thinking.

It is indeed a rare language program.

Just as Ye Xuan was deep in thought, the familiar electronic sound of the system rang again.

[Congratulations to the host for triggering a new choice; please choose the option you want from the following choices.]

"I wonder what the reward is this time..."

Ye Xuan sighed to himself, and then heard the system’s voice follow.

[System Choice One: Agree to the invitation of the Roundtable Party, reward with the literary work "Journey to the West."]

[System Choice Two: Refuse the invitation of the Roundtable Party, reward with the musical work "In the Name of the Father."]

Glancing over the two choices, Ye Xuan’s attention was deeply attracted by Choice One.

Jay Chou’s songs are certainly good, but how can they compare to "Journey to the West," one of the Four Great Classical Novels that accompanied the youth of countless people?!

This is the pioneering work of ancient Chinese gods and demons novels.

It is also the childhood memory of countless people in later generations.

Thinking of this, Ye Xuan blurted out without hesitation.

"Choice One!"