In the afternoon, on the way home.

After feeling the looks from the people around him, Li Luo felt helpless.

Ying Chanxi and Yan Zhusheng were naturally aware of it.

In the past, at times like this, most of the eyes from classmates would be focused on the two girls.

But at this moment, Ying Chanxi and Yan Zhusheng could clearly feel that they were looking at Li Luo a lot more.

This is also something that can't be helped.

After all, after the relevant information about Zhongyan was exposed, everyone knew that Li Luo, the monitor of Class 8, Grade 2, was Zhongyan himself.

Of course, if Li Luo was the only one walking in the school, most people wouldn't recognize him.

Many people know it, but it is still difficult to match the name with the face.

Even if Li Luo sang on stage, most students had only seen him from a distance and had little impression of his face.

But if it's like now, walking side by side with two school belle-level girls on the road.

Ying Chanxi is a person who speaks under the flag-raising platform every week.

Yan Zhusheng has just appeared on the big screen as a singer again.

Everyone is very familiar with these two girls.

At this time, I saw a boy walking with them. Without thinking too much, he must be Li Luo.

One thing to say.

If you are in a school and hear that a boy in another class is writing online articles, you may just be curious and gossip about it, and you will not really read it.

If someone else says that the novel written by this person has good grades and is very popular on the Internet, you may be a little more interested and ask about the title of the book.

But if someone tells you that this person is the monitor of a certain class, the president of the literary club, and he and Yan Zhusheng sang on stage together in the rock club before.

Oh, by the way, Yan Zhusheng was the one who sang with Yuan Wanqing on Singer last night. She is Yuan Wanqing's daughter, and Yan Zhusheng and that boy are still at the same table!

At this point, the flames of this gossip are about to burn completely.

At this time, others will tell you that this boy who writes online articles also helped Yuan Wanqing write an entire album of new songs, and he also seems to have included Yan Zhusheng and Ying Chanxi in the book.

What? You don’t know Yingchan Creek?

Number one in the second grade of high school! Does the student council president know? The girl who just changed term this year, and who goes up to the flag-raising platform to give speeches every week, is so beautiful!

At this time, if you haven’t taken a look at what is written in “I’m Really Not a Celebrity”, then I really have to praise it for its strong determination.

Under such circumstances, it is impossible for almost any classmate who comes into contact with this gossip to completely ignore the matter.

As a result, as long as Li Luo and Yan Zhusheng walked together in Chanxi, they could not escape everyone's strange looks.

"I'm really suffocating..." Li Luo returned to Bihailanting 1502 and threw himself directly on the sofa, as if he had just been rescued from drowning. "I can't live this day."

Ying Chanxi and Yan Zhusheng followed them into the room. When they saw Li Luo lying on the sofa, they immediately looked at each other with a smile in their eyes.

"Didn't you say you should learn to enjoy it?" Ying Chanxi squatted next to the sofa, touched Li Luo's head, and said with a smile, "Why don't you feel like you are not enjoying it?"

"I still overestimated my own shame." Li Luo turned over and lay on his back, looking at the ceiling and sighing, "This little heart can't bear it."

"Just treat them as watermelons." Ying Chanxi comforted, "That way you won't feel anything."

"Why do you feel like you are comforting a child?"

"Then you are just a kid now." Ying Chanxi squatted and poked Li Luo's face, and said with a smile, "It's just a novel anyway, so what does it matter? Everyone will just think you are awesome."

"Look at your current achievements. Not only have you written nine songs for Aunt Yuan, your new album sales have exceeded 1.5 million, your novels have been ordered for 45,000 each, and your monthly royalties start at several hundred thousand."

"This is already more than 99% of ordinary people, right?"

"Although it is indeed embarrassing for others to know about the novel, if you want to exchange these conditions for others, the price is only social death. I think most people will accept it without hesitation."

"That's true." Li Luo sighed, finally feeling a little better.

And while they were chatting on the sofa, the door to the house was pushed open from the outside again.

Lin Xiuhong and Cui Suling, followed by Xu Youyu, walked in from the outside together, carrying several large plastic bags in their hands. It looked like they had bought a lot of things.

Seeing Xu Youyu and Cui Suling, Ying Chanxi was immediately surprised and asked doubtfully: "Senior sister, Aunt Cui... why are you here too?"

"It's not all someone." Xu Youyu rolled his eyes at his mother, "I was still affectionate when I called last night, but today I'm back to my old ways, and I can't maintain it at all."

"What are you talking about?" Cui Suling said angrily, "As soon as I got home in the afternoon, I lay down on the bed and couldn't move. I used to have club activities and work in the student union. It's better now. Nothing happened.

You just laze around when you go home, you might as well continue participating in activities at school."

When Li Luo heard the quarrel between mother and daughter, he laughed and shook his head. He quickly got up from the sofa, took the plastic bag from Aunt Cui, and followed Lin Xiuhong to the kitchen.

"Look at Li Luo." Cui Suling spoke again at this time, pointing towards Xu Youyu, "You know how to help me carry things, how about you? You don't help at all at home."

"You just need to rest when you go home, okay?" Xu Youyu retorted, "I'm already very tired from going to school. What's wrong with going home and lying down for a while?"

"Then don't come back."

"Who cares?" Xu Youyu snorted, then pretended to be Cui Suling's tone, not forgetting to tease a few words, "Youyu~ Mom misses you~ I don't know who said this."

"You!" Cui Suling's face turned red when she said that, and she couldn't help but raise her hand to hit her.

Xu Youyu hurriedly sneaked behind Li Luo and pressed his shoulder to avoid him: "Look! Look! My mother is the kind of person who will take action even if she can't say anything. How can she be as gentle and kind as Aunt Lin?"

"Hey, hey." When Li Luo heard what Xu Youyu said, he quickly interrupted, "You can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense. My mother is nice to you in front of you, but she's not much nicer to me in private.

go."

"You brat." When Lin Xiuhong heard this, she immediately laughed and cursed angrily, "What are you talking about?"

But unlike Cui Suling, Lin Xiuhong didn't mean to be angry at all even if Li Luo was joking like this. Instead, she smiled and called Cui Suling into the kitchen, telling her not to behave like a child.

Before this happened, Lin Xiuhong would probably be like Cui Suling, chasing Li Luo and scolding her.

It can only be said that money does support people, especially when the money is earned by one's own son.

Although Lin Xiuhong still basically maintains her previous view on money even now, she usually doesn't spend much money.

But having money in your pocket and not having money are completely different concepts.

Under such circumstances, Lin Xiuhong's temperament became much more tolerant and gentle without even realizing it, and she rarely lost her temper at Li Luo.

Lin Xiuhong and Cui Suling were cooking up dinner in the kitchen, while Li Luo went back to his bedroom, planning to write down some of the contents of the novel that he had been thinking about in the memory palace in the morning.

Xu Youyu went back to the bedroom to code, Yan Zhusheng went to the piano room, and Ying Chanxi was a little idle, so he simply put on an apron and went to the kitchen to do some work.

As evening approached, Li Guohong and Xu Rongsheng also came to the door one after another.

It just so happens that Yuan Wanqing's singer-related work has come to an end. I just came back from the plane with Yan Zhusheng today, and nothing happened.

So Ying Zhicheng drove her over and had a meal with her.

Following the parent-teacher meeting in the first half of the year, the four families gathered together again. After dinner was ready, ten people gathered around a table and had dinner happily.

At the dinner table, there were mainly a few adults chatting.

The three girls listened quietly, lowered their heads to eat obediently, and rarely interrupted.

But Li Luo seemed to be a little adult and naturally participated in the adults' conversations.

"There is new news about the subway planning." Ying Zhicheng said to Li Guohong, "It might be true this time. There should be hope that the value of the shops you bought will increase."

"Really?" Li Guohong raised his eyebrows, with joy on his face.

Although my son is not short of money now, it would be a good thing if the value of a few shops can still increase. No one would mind having too much money, right?

At this time, Li Luo nodded, and then said: "You may not have noticed the news last month, but Yuhang City has determined that it will host the Asian Games in 2022, and there will definitely be some infrastructure improvements.

It will continue to expand.”

"Do you still have research in this area?" Ying Zhicheng was a little surprised.

"Ahem...it's okay. I'll pay attention to it occasionally." Li Luo was modest, and then added, "But it's still early for the Asian Games after all. If there are any more important events held here in Yuhang City, our subway

The progress of the project should be accelerated.”

"Well, that's the truth." Ying Zhicheng nodded in agreement, but he was not particularly interested in the subway. It was only related to Li Guohong that he mentioned it. Now Ying Zhicheng is more concerned about another thing.

Son, "What about the other novel you talked about during the summer vacation? How are you preparing it now?"

When it comes to "Little Joy", Ying Chanxi has the right to speak.

Ying Chanxi, who was still eating obediently, quickly said to Ying Zhicheng: "Li Luo's book "Little Joy" has written more than 300,000 words, it is super beautiful!"

"Dad, when you make this book into a TV series, I think it will be better than your company's previous TV series!"

Hearing what his daughter said, Ying Zhicheng was also a little curious: "Have you written so much already?"

"Yeah." Li Luo nodded, "When the time comes, I will register the copyright first, and then send the complete version of the novel file to Uncle Ying. You can give it to the Film and Television Department for a look first."

"I will cooperate with Qidian and participate in their realism-themed essay competition to see if I can get some official support and resources after ranking."

"Uncle Ying can decide after seeing the specific arrangements."

"Okay." Ying Zhicheng nodded to express understanding, with some expectation in his heart.

A year ago, he would definitely not have cared about any novels written by this guy Li Luo.
To be continued...