v4 Chapter 134： Not disappointed

Shakespeare's fruit is very particular about eating.

Not only did he use a golden fruit plate, but he also had a special maid waiting on him, feeding the grapes into his mouth, and catching the pit he spit out with both hands.

At first, Zhang Heng thought it was the maid of the manor to Shakespeare, until the best-selling fantasy author greeted that maid-like woman, and Zhang Heng didn't realize that the latter was also the author who was invited to the villa.

Shakespeare listened to the best-selling fantasy female author introducing Zhang Heng in a respectful tone, but there was no response. Until a moment later, his brow suddenly frowned, but he spat out the grape that had just been fed into his mouth. sour."

The female writer who served him on the side could not help but panicked. "I asked the kitchen to bring two new strings."

"No need, so be it, I have almost eaten too."

While talking, Shakespeare wiped his mouth gracefully with his napkin, and then turned his head and glanced at Zhang Heng.

"Do you want to learn writing from me?"

"I thought about it before, but now I don't want to." Zhang Heng said.

Shakespeare was a little surprised, as if he did not expect that there would be people in this world who would refuse his guidance.

As soon as Zhang Heng said this, the two female writers on the other side also changed colors.

"You know who I am, right," Shakespeare confirmed again to be safe. "Who is the most famous writer in your era?"

"William Shakespeare." Zhang Heng did not deny either.

Shakespeare’s stern face eased a little after hearing this sentence, "Then my works, "The Merchant of Venice", "King Lear", "Macbeth", of course, "Romeo and Juliet" are also the same. Is it popular?"

"As far as I know, this is the case." Zhang Heng said.

"Interesting, that's the question," Shakespeare looked at Zhang Heng. "I listened to Professor McGonagall's introduction. She said that you want to create a popular book. Then there are people in this world who are more suitable to be your teachers than me. Is it?"

Without waiting for Zhang Heng’s answer, Shakespeare continued, “Not to mention, I’m still one of the 12 judges. The winners of each month’s story meeting are selected by me and the other eleven. I know that people who can come to this villa may lack everything, but they have no shortage of talents, that is to say..."

Shakespeare paused, "The competition in the story will be very fierce. Although there are twelve judges, the final outcome may only be a little bit behind the decimal point. You are still young, and you don’t want to be like those old ghosts. Stay here."

Zhang Heng could hear the threat from the man facing him.

But his expression remained the same, he just bowed slightly, "Farewell."

After saying this, Zhang Heng turned around and left without regard to Shakespeare's reaction.

In fact, the last one he bowed and respected was not the living Shakespeare sitting in front of him, but the literary giant who left an immortal chapter in the history of literature.

The fantasy best-selling female writer who came with him saw this scene and was so anxious that she almost didn't jump her feet. While apologizing to Shakespeare, she speeded up her pace and wanted to catch up with Zhang Heng.

Although Zhang Heng's face looks calm, the fantasy best-selling female author does not believe that Zhang Heng's heart will be as calm as his face.

She trot all the way to Zhang Heng's side, and then lowered her voice, "I know that a real person may make you a little... Uh, disappointed, but it's not for you to live with him. You can't pretend to compliment him and then exchange it. Is his guidance? If you are lucky, you can stay with him for a while, and you can learn more, just as the tuition paid for writing your new work."

"I'm not disappointed." Zhang Heng slowed down a bit. He didn't have a bad feeling for the best-selling fantasy female writers. He knew that the other party kindly introduced him to Shakespeare. After all, the latter's name is really too big. No one knows that no one knows, and he is one of the twelve judges. There are only advantages and no disadvantages to getting on the line with such a big man.

But Zhang Heng is not interested in serving people at all.

To put it bluntly, this manor is so big, the most important thing is the talented author, no matter how good Shakespeare is, it is not irreplaceable, and Zhang Heng thinks Hemingway said it well before, there is no need to be given the name of those guys here. Scared, gave up his own path in order to chase stars.

In fact, it is not just his own path, but also the same dignity and personality. Let him revolve around Shakespeare like the female author around Shakespeare, always follow Shakespeare’s every move, unconditionally dedicate his body and mind, and be willing to become a star Zhang Heng thinks he can't do it for a planet in China, and he is willing to pay some tuition fees for the same purpose, and he is not willing to pay some tuition fees.

But he did not feel disappointed as he himself said.

Writing good works and being a good person are basically two different things. Zhang Heng knew this from the very beginning, not to mention that there are still hundreds of years in between. Shakespeare will not make him feel strange no matter what kind of person he is. .

As for the threat from the other party, Zhang Heng was even more disregarded.

He also has a mission failure exemption card on his body. Even if he didn't complete the main mission, he didn't have any loss. He came to this dungeon with only one goal, which is to finish the book he wanted to write. The rest is not important.

When the fantasy best-selling female author saw that Zhang Heng was indeed not affected much, she let go of her heart, but still couldn't help feeling sorry for Zhang Heng.

On the contrary, when Hemingway was blowing a bottle of wine in the daytime, he squinted and gave Zhang Heng a thumbs up behind the scene that happened not far away. This American tough guy felt more and more that Zhang Heng had a temper towards him. So after Zhang Heng separated from the best-selling fantasy female author, he dragged a man with oddly long sideburns to Zhang Heng's body.

Zhang Heng originally thought that Hemingway was going to introduce Fitzgerald to him, but he did not expect that Hemingway said to his companion, "Chemist, come and see, are you sure he is not the bionic person in any of your books?" "

"Boxer, I think I should find someone to take a good look at the mental illness." The black-rimmed glasses man replied At the same time, he extended a hand to Zhang Heng and said politely, "Zhang Heng, right? , I met you at the story meeting before, you can call me a double hundred."

Zhang Heng didn't know who the other party was when he heard this name. He seemed a little surprised, "Did you not go up to tell the story about the eye-opening theme?"

"Let me say that he was mostly afraid of Fogg." Hemingway said slyly and gleefully.

"Shut up, I want to stay here for a while and get a good understanding of the technological level of the next generation." The two hundred people sneered.

"Then you can hit the big luck. This kid was born decades later than you. Maybe you two can communicate more." Hemingway assisted Zhang Heng.

"You don't need to say that I know." Double Hundreds reported their room number and at the same time sent out an invitation to Zhang Heng, "Whenever there is time, come to my room, we can have a good chat."

Of course Zhang Heng would not refuse. He didn't expect that after leaving a Jules Verne, he would actually get another Asimov.

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