The white rose I picked up cried and said she liked me.

"This is outrageous! These heartless people are spreading rumors about Xi Bao!"

Yuncheng University, Girls' Dormitory Building 4, Room 227.

Wen Yao glared angrily at the chat history on the computer and started cursing.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Lin stopped changing her clothes and came up behind Wen Yao.

"I created a fake account and infiltrated the merchants' private group. Some of them were actually spreading erotic rumors about Xi Bao and Xu Nian Ge!"

Zhao Lin rubbed her eyes, took a closer look, and couldn't help but furrow her brows.

The various obscene words made her clench her fists.

"I'm so angry! So angry! If it weren't for Xibao opening up the on-campus food delivery channel, they would have gone out of business and gone home long ago. Now that they can continue operating, they're just sitting around gossiping..."

Wen Yao kept cursing and swearing as she opened the backend management system of Xiaoxi Canteen and lowered the homepage display order of these merchants by a few places.

"They had a tough life. Their parents died early, and they depended on each other for survival. Xu Nian didn't abandon Xi Bao. He even dropped out of school to work and support the two of them."

Zhao Lin thought for a moment and said in a deep voice.

"Why don't we go ask Xu Xi? There might be some misunderstanding here, and we can clear it up."

"No need, what misunderstanding is there? It's just those idle gossips making trouble out of nothing."

Wen Yao snorted coldly.

"Xi Bao is indeed a bit brother-obsessed, but given their tragic past, it's understandable that they're a little clingy to Xu Nian. It's normal for siblings to occasionally carry each other on their backs and hug each other."

"Besides, Xu Nian and Xi Bao have such sound values, how could they possibly do anything reckless?"

Zhao Lin frowned and pondered for a while, and indeed it was so.

Xu Xi's willingness to help her despite past grievances is enough to demonstrate her noble character.

As her parent, Xu Nian must set an even higher example.

She absolutely refused to believe that the story of the Cape of Good Hope would happen to Xu Xi and his sister.

"Justice resides in the hearts of the people; those who only gossip behind people's backs will not have a good end."

Wen Yao said indignantly.

"By the way, Linlin, are you going to a book signing later?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Take me with you, I want to go and have a look too."

As she spoke, Wen Yao began picking out clothes from the wardrobe.

Just then, the sound of the electronic lock turning came from the dormitory door.

Xu Xi, wearing tall cotton boots, walked into the dormitory.

"Yaoyao, Linlin, where are you going?"

"Hey, Xibao, you're awake! There's a meet-and-greet at our school in half an hour. Linlin and I are planning to go. Do you want to come?"

Wen Yao closed her laptop without making a sound.

"Hmm? Never mind, I'm not going. I have an elective class later."

Xu Xi returned to her desk, tapping lightly on the books on the bookshelf, selecting the textbooks needed for the next class.

"Alright then~"

Wen Yao nodded slightly, put on her clothes, twirled around in front of the mirror a few times, and then pulled Zhao Lin away from the dormitory.

"Linlin, let's not let Xibao know about the rumors those businesses are spreading behind her back, so as not to distract her."

"After the meet-and-greet ends, I'm going to the food street to give them a warning."

"Oh... okay."

.......

Yuncheng University, North Second District, Academic Hall.

Although attendance at the meeting was not mandatory, and the notice was only issued to liberal arts colleges, quite a few students still showed up.

"My God, am I seeing things? That looks like Lin Songyi, the author of novels that have sold millions of copies!!"

"I knew I hadn't made a mistake coming today! I actually ran into that old scoundrel Changfeng! Aaaaah, I'm going to kill him! Give me back my Su Xuerou!"

......

When Wen Yao, Zhao Lin, and Qi Yu arrived, the venue was almost full.

"My goodness, there are so many people!"

Wen Yao mumbled as she sat down, Qi Yu sat on the other side, and Zhao Lin was sandwiched in the middle.

"Many people come here hoping to see their idols."

Qi Yu glanced at the screaming crowd around him and suddenly remembered something.

"Lin, do you think we might run into the author of that novel you really like here?"

"Are you referring to Fu Ping, the author of 'Butterfly'?"

Zhao Lin thought for a moment and then shook her head.

"Probably not. I think Teacher Fuping is a very aloof person, so she probably wouldn't come to an event where she interacts with students."

"Moreover, her books don't sell well, so she probably doesn't have many fans, and it would be quite quiet to attend such a meet-and-greet."

"That's true, those sitting on the stage all seem to be somewhat famous writers."

Qi Yu scratched his head and smiled slightly.

"Hey? Linlin, why do you think Teacher Fuping is so aloof?"

Wen Yao nudged Zhao Lin's arm.

"I think she would be a very thoughtful and gentle woman. She wrote about Dieyi's interactions with the old man so vividly, as if she had experienced it herself."

"Well..."

Zhao Lin pondered for a moment.

"The novel 'Butterfly' begins with suffering and ends in tragedy. Although there are occasional moments of happiness in between, it is impossible to feel any joy in it."

"Especially the part where Dieyi tried her best, even stepping into the mortal world, but still couldn't save the old man back to her side, that part was so suffocating."

"I think the author who could write this kind of book must be a very unfortunate person."

"Those who have never experienced happiness cannot write about it."

"She would hide in a deserted corner, lick her wounds, and spend her whole life healing her unfortunate past."

......

Shortly after everyone was seated, the meeting officially began.

The opening remarks were given by the Dean of the School of Humanities at Yuncheng University.

"Dear writers and students."

Throughout history, countless writers and poets have used their pens to record the brilliant chapters of human civilization.

"Whether it's Li Bai's unrestrained spirit, Du Fu's melancholy and poignant style, or Shakespeare's dramatic life, they are all monologues of the soul, flows of emotions, and echoes of the times."

"Today, we are fortunate to have a face-to-face exchange with contemporary literary creators and to hear their understanding and insights into writing. This is undoubtedly a rare learning opportunity."

"Next, let's welcome Mr. Chu Qingci, President of the Yuncheng Writers Association, to speak."

"Hello everyone, I'm very happy to be invited by Dean Wang to give this old man the opportunity to sit down and chat with the younger generation."

President Chu was a middle-aged man with some graying temples. He stood up with a smile, exuding a refined and approachable air.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, he began to introduce the authors present.

"This person who looks about my age is Dahe, the author of 'Walking Alone'. The reason he looks so old at such a young age is because he stayed up all night writing. He aged ten years after finishing the book."

A burst of laughter erupted from the audience, followed by enthusiastic applause.

"This handsome young man is Changfeng, the author of 'Journey Through the Great Song Dynasty,' a platinum author on Yuewen. Many of you here have probably read this book."

"Changfeng, great!"

"You old scoundrel Changfeng! Take this!"

"Give me back Su Xuerou!"

...

On stage, a handsome young man covered his face and bent over with a grin.

"Next up is a rising star in Yuncheng's writing scene. Her writing is like a clear mirror, and her words reveal a real life. She is Fu Ping, the author of 'Butterfly'."