The next day.

　　 When Yinsha and Fengyu brought Su Chen to the home court of the hotel.

　　In the annual meeting, a large group of people have gathered.

　　 In Lightning Strike Library, most of the employees know Su Chen.

　　 Seeing the editor, artists and all kinds of artists came forward to say hello. At this time, the most puzzled person may only be other authors.

　　All those present here are contracted light novelists or cartoonists who belong to the Thunderstrike Library. They usually go to the Thunderstrike Library without any problems, so they don't know the true face of the kid, Mao Xuewang.

　　 A group of people looked at Su Chen, who was stared by the editors, and couldn't help whispering:

　　 "Who is this young man? It's a big show."

　　 "Is it already like this before the annual meeting opens?"

　　 "Isn't it the son of the chairman of Thunderstrike Bunko's house, right?"

　　 "Weird, isn't the chairman of the board in elementary school? And it's a girl..."

　　 "Maybe some senior relative..."

　　 No one thought of the word Maoxuewang at all.

　　Until a tall and thin cartoonist saw Su Chen, his eyes were surprised to clarify his identity: "Huh? Isn't this teacher Mao Xuewang?"

"what?!"

　　 As soon as the crab opened his mouth, the listener could not help being surprised, and then his shocked eyes scanned the young man back and forth.

　　 Su Chen, who was chatting, only felt a chill in his back, and his gaze seemed to double.

　　 Then.

　　 As soon as he turned his head, he saw that a large group of people were walking towards him with their wine glasses.

　　 It is estimated that they are all in line to toast.

　　 The scene was once ten separated.

　　 Mom sells one cup for one person. You are trying to kill people.

　　 "Rang Rang, is it Mr. Mao Xuewang?"

　　 "Teacher Mao Xuewang, I am the manga writer in the same issue as you!"

　　 "Mr. Mao Xuewang knows me well! I am from **** comics studio, do you still hire assistants there?"

　　 "Come on, teacher, I will toast you a cup."

　　 "Mao Bao, I am your fan!!!"

　　 "Please autograph Mao Bao!"

　　 A group of people roared and started clamoring, like a city surrounded by zombies.

　　 Su Chen's eyelids jumped.

　　 I thought that the environment of the annual meeting could be a little clean, but I didn't expect this group of colleagues to be too enthusiastic.

　　 Especially some people have already yelled Mao Bao Mao Bao, which is very scary at the annual meeting.

　　 "Hey, everyone, calm down, don't be crowded."

　　 "The camera is troublesome to collect. It is forbidden to expose the identity of the writer at the annual meeting."

　　 "The opening hasn't started yet, take back all the wine glasses!"

　　 The editors frantically stopped the "zombies" in the besieged city.

　　 Su Chensheng, surrounded by a group of authors and editors, has nothing to love. What's more terrible is that he can feel that in the chaos, a few pairs of tender little hands, taking advantage of the chaos, reached into his suit and touched it.

　　 What kind of crazy female fan is this!

　　 Su Chen has the urge to scold his mother.

　　 In the end, it was Wang Runhe who called the hotel's security staff, and this calmed the chaos.

　　 The episode passed and calmed down again, and the editor with him was also a little embarrassed.

　　 When they found that Su Chen was finishing his formal clothes with a displeased face, they would naturally think of what happened just now.

　　 "Teacher Mao Xuewang, sorry, it was my negligence that this happened..."

The editor-in-chief of 　　 Thunderstrike Library shook his head and laughed, "I'll punish myself for a cup first."

　　The attitude is very sincere.

　　 When Wang Runhe and others saw this, they took the opportunity to raise their glasses for comfort.

　　 A few old men said one sentence, but it gradually dissipated the awkward atmosphere on the wine table.

　　 Next, the annual meeting officially begins.

　　 The whole highlight is coming.

　　 is a small impromptu show, an interactive game for the host.

　　 In this session, almost only a small group of people choose to interact with the host, most of them are still looking at the expressions of the editor-in-chief and the chairman of the board.

　　 If they interact, other people will follow the interaction. If they ignore the host, then everyone else will have their own conversations.

　　 The polarization is more serious.

In the process of 　　, the chairman of Thunderstrike Library also kept talking, constantly clinking glasses with Su Chen, which made the latter quite embarrassed.

the other side.

　　 On a table far away from the wine table where Su Chen was, Xiao Xu sat next to the pomelo, and kept peering here.

　　 The girl feels fooled.

　　 is like the first class and normal cabins of an airplane. Although they are on the same plane, they can’t even see their faces.

　　 The desk in the editorial department where she is is actually the few people who sit in the office every day. Except for the editor-in-chief who ran to the front seat, everyone else was there.

　　Of course, Ms. China belongs to the personnel department, so she can't have a table with Xiaosu, but they were lucky to meet outside before entering the venue.

　　 At that time, China also said to her, "Be careful," and Xiao Su was in the mist.

　　 Isn’t this an annual meeting? What are you careful about? What to be careful?

　　 Without waiting for her to continue thinking about this question, at this time, the atmosphere at the table where Xiao Xu and Yuzu were also heated up.

　　 A group of editors regarded the annual meeting as a welcome party, and they raised their glasses to Xiao Xu enthusiastically.

　　 "Then, in order to celebrate the arrival of such a reliable newcomer, the new work of Mr. Xiaogui was brought out on the first day of employment...Cheers!"

　　 Clink glasses with people close to the seats, and several editors start to enjoy the food.

　　The large-scale collective activities of the annual meeting must not be stingy. It must be generous and generous.

　　 Lightning Strike Library is not stingy in this regard, all kinds of famous dishes and delicacies are free of money, and let the waiter push the food cart to serve the dishes, which is amazing.

　　 Xiaosu, who was not quite used to it, drank a draft beer first. The carbonic acid stimulating alcohol filled his mouth, running down his throat and running through his body.

　　 She also drank a little wine when she had a dinner with the family, but it was just a small mess. This is the first time that the real wine table has been served.

　　 "Sister Xiao Su, drink a drink if you are not used to alcohol~lightnovelpub.net~Everyone is acquaintance, so I don’t care about this."

　　 Xiao Yu, who started to blush when he saw a glass of wine, suggested that Yuzu was a little worried.

　　 The latter shook his head, saying that he didn't want to discourage everyone.

　　If it's just beer, the girl thinks it's still a bit heavy.

　　 "Sister Yuzi, do you often drink alcohol?"

　　 Noting the grapefruit which had finished drinking half a bottle of wine in a few moments, Xiao Xu asked a little enviously.

　　 The grapefruit shook the glass without blinking: "It's okay, but most of them are foreign beers."

　　 "Well, how do you feel about domestic sake?"

　　 "I like it too..."

"really? Haha……"

　　 Xiao Xu handed out the wine glass.

　　 "...Then, how about a cup?"

　　 "..." Yuzi looked up Xiao Su's eyes seriously, and made sure that the other party was just blushing and was not really drunk, and then he muttered and said, "Then I'm welcome." He raised his glass and gently touched it.

　　 ton ton ton ton ton ton.

　　 The aroma of carbonated wine fills the nose and mouth.

　　 Happy hour is about to begin!

　　……

　　

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