While they were talking, Matcha slipped away from Zhang Chu's shoulders at some point, and was particularly agile in the top of the bookshelf.

Matcha chose a suitable position, curled it into a ball and looked down at the crowd below, looking particularly domineering.

This even made the people around him look at him. Many children looked up in surprise and exclaimed: "Wow! Mom, look! There is a Black Cat Sheriff."

"So cute, how about we keep one too?"

"Please take a photo of it, it's so cute!"

"Whose cat is coming from the bookstore?"

After hearing this, Zhang Chu turned around and found Matcha, who was lying on the top of the bookshelf with a big star, allowing the mortals to worship him.

Anyway, Matcha is not troublesome now, so Zhang Chu asked the guy to take a nap on the bookshelf and free himself by the way.

He looked around in the bookstore casually, and the staff of the bookstore were also curious about his boss, the son of the legendary writer!

After all, the best location in the bookstore always belongs to Zhang Chu. Perhaps it is because of being in the book publishing industry that I understand the power of the name Zhang Chu better.

Every day, many customers are asking about his works, and any identity or work is something that makes people look up to.

The first novel of the living top scorer in the college entrance examination was published, and he was attracted by foreigners to shoot TV series. The latter novels were also very lively.

Sun Xiaobin was a little distracted at first, but after flipping "Ghost Blows Out the Light" casually, he was completely convinced!

He pushed a cart full of books and was replenishing the goods in the bookstore, but his eyes never left Zhang Chu's figure. He was thinking about whether it would be too unprofessional if he went to get a signature.

At this time, Zhang Chu also felt in his heart that there was a reason why the business in his bookstore was booming, and even if he could only do retail business, it would be booming.

At this time, the ringtone of his cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang, and it was still a bit abrupt in the bookstore.

Zhang Chu quickly trotted two steps outside the bookstore, and he answered the phone number of his friend Wei Wenlin.

Wei Wenlin's loud voice suddenly came over through his cell phone, "Hey? Zhang Chu, your retreat writing has finally been completed. Where are you free and easy now?"

Some time ago, in order to catch up with the progress of "The Fifteenth Year of Wanli", Zhang Chu directly announced his retreat to the public, and all relatives, friends and commercial activities were rejected.

So when he returned to Jiangcheng for almost two weeks during the winter vacation, he didn’t have time to meet his friends!

If Wei Wenlin hadn't known about what Zhang Chu had done from Weibo and blog, he wouldn't have called to inquire about the situation.

"Where can you be more comfortable? I finally have time to come out and let the air go. At our new store, do you have any arrangements today?"

"Oh, that's a coincidence! We are also at Delong Shopping Plaza. Your bookstore looks so powerful! You wait, we'll come over immediately."

Zhang Chu asked curiously: "What are you doing here?"

"We are playing bowling. Feng Tianrui's father is here for socializing, so we can only come in and have fun. Didn't we just watch it on TV before, and we came in and started eating foreign food."

Wei Wenlin finally said to his phone: "It will be at most five minutes, don't let us doves!"

"How is it possible? How about having a meal together tonight? I'll treat you."

"Okay, this is when I was slaughtering a big family. I had known that I wouldn't have eaten at noon!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Chu became a little happy. It is not a big deal to keep his head in writing for a long time. He always had to go out to play with his friends and mingle with real college students like Wei Wenlin. He felt that he seemed to be several years younger.

Just as he wanted to turn around and return to the bookstore, he found that there was a dark cat in the glass window next to him looking at him with a gaze, which was Matcha!

Matcha, who was sleeping on the bookshelf, ran into the window at some point and was slapping the glass with his claws, trying to get out of the glass, with his expression looking particularly anxious.

It just took a nap and found that the shoveler had actually gone out, which scared the cat in this strange place.

The meowing sounded particularly heartbreaking, and Zhang Chu quickly comforted and said, "Matcha, don't be anxious."

He was most afraid that this little guy would stick out his sharp nails. When he thought of the scene where his paws were slashing across the glass, there was always an irritable sound in his head.

Matcha was surprised why he could see the shoveler, but he couldn't get through it, so angry that it was wandering around the window.

Zhang Chu quickly walked in from the outdoors. He picked up the matcha, touched its back with his hand, and comforted him: "It's okay, I'm just going out to answer the phone."

Matcha is now a bit like a helpless child, afraid of being abandoned, so he grabbed Zhang Chu's clothes tightly with his claws, and even changed his aloof style and rubbed Zhang Chu's fingers with his furry head.

This abnormal behavior really made Zhang Chu feel a little flattered, "Don't be afraid, you are so obedient. Although you are a little bad-tempered and eat more expensively. You like to occupy my pillow every day, the rest are pretty good."

After such a fuss, Matcha planned to implement the noble policy of not touching the ground, and it stayed in the middle of Zhang Chu's arms and did not move.

Just at this time, Wei Wenlin, Feng Tianrui and his group walked in with a rosy expression. As soon as he saw Matcha, he stretched out his hand of sin!

"Wow, this is your cat. It's so pretty, it's so black!"

He just wanted to touch Matcha, but the little guy grinned and let out a low roar from his throat, and at the same time waved his claws.

Wei Wenlin was startled and quickly shrank his hand back, otherwise he might have seen blood!

"Stop making trouble, it is making trouble now, be careful to scratch you." Zhang Chu warned.

Feng Tianrui took a photo of Matcha with a wiping sound. He smiled and said, "Wei Xiaopang, you are so frustrated all day long and want to touch anything."

"I have been having sex with him for a long time, okay? I've had a video chat before, but who knew this guy didn't recognize anyone?" Wei Wenlin said angrily. He had already figured out whether he would buy a ham sausage himself to tempt it.

There are four people in this vocation, all of them were friends who Zhang Chu had a good time before. Now they just came to the coffee area next to the bookstore to sit up.

Fu Deyu asked curiously: "Your book "The Fifteenth Year of Wanli" is really a history book?"

"Of course, it's impossible for those who write about the history of the Ming Dynasty to be false."

Wei Xiaopang sighed, "How many people are there to read the history book? If you continue to write the sequel to "Ghost Blows Out the Light", there will be many people who keep it. I don't know anything about history, so many people probably will be the same."

Zhang Chu pursed, "I just expanded the final assignments. Anyway, I have already written some of them, so I might as well write them into a book, so I won't waste it."

An understatement ignited the mood of gay friends like gunpowder.

Didn’t this type of book be difficult to write?

Why does Zhang Chu feel so relaxed and even feel at ease?

I remember that I had to hold on to the 800-word essays of these people for a long time, and the gap between people was too big!

Wei Xiaopang widened his eyes and said, "Parassy, ​​everyone is brother, why do you want to show off!"

"Who is showing off? It's so dazzling. Brother Chu, I'm convinced, I'm really convinced." Fu Deyu made a worship gesture, "I've never seen someone like you. In order not to waste the final homework, I went to write a book."

Zhou Shen also tilted his head, with an expression of wanting to kill, "Zhang Chu, you have hurt our fragile hearts. You can only comfort me tonight if you treat me to a big meal."

"Who is pretending to behave? I'm just telling some facts." Zhang Chu argued, "Don't worship brother, brother is just a legend!"

Wei Xiaopang said gritting his teeth: "I shouldn't mention this matter. I want me to tell you, let's go to the game city to find an arcade machine torture him."

"That's right, I'm afraid I'll forget the game technology when writing novels every day. Let's go and abuse the food!"

Zhang Chu snorted, "Maybe who abuses whom, come whatever you want from 98 to 02!"
Chapter completed!