1836: I Became a Literary Giant in Great Britain

Malfoy's voice echoed in the small restaurant.

Everyone was stunned.

Mrs. Green's smug expression froze instantly. Her mouth was agape, as if something had grabbed her by the neck, and she couldn't utter a single word.

The landlady's hand, holding the teacup, froze in mid-air, her eyes wide with surprise.

Mr. Hansen even stood up from his chair, his face full of disbelief.

The only one who remained relatively calm was Emily. She looked curiously at her brother, who had suddenly become incredibly respectful, and then at Mr. Michel beside her, her small eyes filled with great confusion.

Michelle was also somewhat taken aback by this sudden turn of events.

He looked at the young man in front of him, whose face was flushed with excitement, and searched his memory for a moment before vaguely recalling that he seemed to have seen him a few times in the offices of the London Express.

This young man seems to be an editor's assistant, responsible for running errands and doing odd jobs.

"Hello." Michelle nodded to him, which was her way of greeting him.

However, Malfoy saw Michel's calm reaction as a display of masterful composure.

"Mr. LeBlanc! I... I am Malfoy! I am a devoted reader of yours! I have read every single one of your articles! 'Thirst,' 'Mourning,' 'The Last Leaf,' and your debate with Professor Campbell, that investigative report... My God, it was simply a masterpiece of God!"

Malfoy spoke at an extremely fast pace, as if reciting a menu, listing all of Michel's published works one by one.

Malfoy... This name reminded Michelle of the villainous young master from Harry Potter in her previous life.

Before time travel, there was a popular trend of pasting up pictures of "Malfoy" before the Lunar New Year of the Horse...

So, did I run into one of my little fans?

Upon meeting his idol, Malfoy's face was filled with adoration.

"Aunt!" Malfoy turned around abruptly and looked at Mrs. Green, who had turned to stone.

"Do you know who's standing next to you? It's Michel Leblanc! A legend of the London Express! A rising star in London's literary world!"

"I..." Mrs. Green's lips trembled, her face turning from red to white, then from white to green, as if a dye shop had been opened.

At that moment, her mind went completely blank.

Michelle?

The same Michelle LeBlanc who wrote the investigative report that shocked all of London and made Cambridge professors vomit blood is the poor student in front of me who couldn't even afford to pay his rent last month.

How is this possible?!

This is even more bizarre than the stories published in the newspapers!

"Malfoy, what... what nonsense are you talking about?" She tried to make a final struggle, but her voice was weak and powerless.

"I'm telling the truth!" Malfoy turned around and explained urgently to his aunt.

"Aunt, you have no idea what kind of influence Mr. LeBlanc has at the newspaper! Editor Michael listens to him like the back of his hand, and even Mr. Dickens is his friend! Because of him, the newspaper's sales have increased seven or eight times!"

"To be honest, I was able to get my article published thanks to Mr. LeBron! It was because I wrote a review of 'Sleepyhead' that I had the opportunity to get it published."

"But compared to Mr. LeBron's work, what I've written is not even garbage!"

Malfoy's words were like slaps to Mrs. Green's face.

She was completely dumbfounded, standing there with her lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

It turns out that her proud nephew was nothing compared to him.

In fact, her nephew's modest success was actually due to the influence of others.

This is incredibly ironic!

Mrs. Green felt a burning pain in her cheeks, as if she had been slapped countless times in public.

The gazes around her, those of the landlady and Mr. Hansen, felt like needles pricking her, making her feel utterly ashamed.

She wanted to disappear into a crack in the ground.

The landlady, however, was in an extremely pleasant mood.

Seeing Mrs. Green's distraught expression, she was secretly delighted.

It turns out Michelle wasn't lying to her!

He not only actually wrote for the London Express, but he was also a very famous writer!

No wonder she's her late husband's junior! Graduates from University College London are really impressive!

Mr. Hansen looked on with a look of sudden realization and admiration. As a former doctor, he had the utmost respect for people with genuine skills.

Unexpectedly, all the articles that had captivated him were written by his neighbor.

He recalled that he had just tried to "smooth things over" for Michelle and couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

"No, no, no, you write very well too."

Michelle looked at the somewhat delusional young man in front of her and spoke with a hint of helplessness.

"There is no distinction between high and low in literature. Being able to write what you want to express is a remarkable thing."

To Malfoy, Michelle's encouragement was a great honor.

"No! Mr. LeBron! You're too modest!"

Malfoy waved his arms excitedly.

"Nobody knows how well you write! No, I can't let this gem go to waste! I want everyone to hear what true writing is!"

Malfoy suddenly did something that surprised everyone.

He took a notebook out of his pocket and carefully opened it.

The above collection comprises Michelle Obama's writings, from "The Last Leaf" to "The Investigative Report"...

"Now, I will recite Mr. Michel's first work, 'The Last Leaf'..."

Malfoy cleared his throat, took a deep breath, and began to recite in a deeply emotional tone.

"The streets of Southwark are laid out in a chaotic mess, each street narrow and long, called 'hutongs'. These hutongs form peculiar angles and curves, and a hutong may intersect itself once or twice."

It must be said that Malfoy does understand some recitation techniques. Although his speaking speed is not fast, he can convey emotion when appropriate and even add transitions. He can recreate the plot of the story without sounding awkward.

Michelle: ? ? ?

Dude, you really just showed up like that?

What's the difference between this and urinating or defecating anywhere...?

As the other protagonist in this scandal, Michelle couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed and ashamed, but it quickly disappeared.

If Mrs. Green hadn't been still looking embarrassed and indignant, he would have suspected that Malfoy was a shill he had hired.

Generally speaking, literature requires a certain threshold and may not be accepted by the general public.

But Michelle's articles are all about being easy to understand.

After all, whether in the past or present life, these words are stories written for the people.

So soon, even Mrs. Green, who was filled with shame and indignation, was immersed in the story.

And so, what was supposed to be a casual tea party turned into Michelle's personal storytelling session...

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