The moment he saw his daughter entering and exiting the hotel with another man, countless thoughts flashed through Xu Rongsheng's mind.

The worst scenario among them is naturally that our little cabbage... gets eaten by pigs.

When he thought of this, Xu Rongsheng's chest couldn't help but swell. He took several deep breaths and then managed to control his emotions. He followed Sun Jingchun to the front desk of the hotel and began to communicate.

During the exchange, Xu Rongsheng explained his relationship with Xu Youyu and slowly calmed down.

He felt that he should have confidence in his daughter.

Xu Youyu's education since childhood made him believe that his daughter would not be a girl who would just hand him over casually.

Especially after hearing from the front desk lady that Xu Youyu had a room by himself, Xu Rongsheng instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

Think about it too.

If something really happened with Li Luo, there was no need for Xu Youyu and him to come all the way to the city.

The house in Bihailanting, where Xu Rongsheng and Cui Suling don't usually hang out when they have nothing to do, isn't it much safer than a hotel?

Why sacrifice the near for the far and have to go all the way from Yinjiang District to the urban area?

After successfully eliminating the direction of speculation that he was most worried about, Xu Rongsheng suddenly became much calmer.

Sun Jingchun's expression suddenly became strange when he learned that Xu Rong's daughter lived in Room 9106 on the 9th floor of the hotel.

"What's wrong?" Seeing his strange expression, Xu Rongsheng couldn't help but feel nervous and asked quickly.

"Um..." Sun Jingchun scratched his head, a little confused, "That's right, isn't our Writers Association here for a meeting this time? There are more than a hundred people in total who want to stay in the hotel."

"Because this is the first conference of the Provincial Internet Writers Association, and those who write online articles are not short of money, we directly booked the 8th to 10th floors of the hotel, single rooms."

"My daughter is currently living on the 9th floor of the hotel...could it be that she was also invited to attend this symposium?"

Being reminded by Sun Jingchun, Xu Rongsheng reacted instantly.

Because he came earlier, he was placed on the 8th floor. So Xu Youyu lived on the 9th floor and was also here to attend the symposium?

Could it be that she knew that her father was here to attend a symposium, so she also found a way to sneak in, hoping to see his father's graceful speech on the stage?

Xu Rongsheng thought about it in his head and quickly ruled out this possibility with more self-knowledge.

Xu Youyu's character is not as considerate as other people's little cotton-padded jackets.

Having been educated in rationality and logic since childhood, Xu Rongsheng knew very well that there was rarely the kind of coquettish and noisy interactive relationship between him and his daughter.

What is more important is to rationally discuss and communicate certain things and phenomena.

So, Xu Youyu himself received the invitation to attend the symposium here?

"On your Writers' Association side, are there high school students among the people you invited this time?" Xu Rongsheng couldn't help but ask.

"Well... our Writers Association definitely doesn't have it. We hired you professors, scholars and famous writers." Sun Jingchun rubbed his chin and thought, "But the Online Writers Association... I seem to have some impression."

"Inviting you to come here this time, in addition to giving a speech, didn't I also communicate with you and ask you to send a certificate of award to a Qidian website essay award board?"

"The first prize winner of the essay competition, I remember, was an underage high school student. He is only 16 years old this year."

"Because this age sounds very gimmicky, so I heard my colleagues from the Writers Association talk about it."

"Oh?" Xu Rongsheng raised an eyebrow, thinking that her daughter was secretly writing online articles, right? And she won a first prize?

"So the winner of this first prize will be my daughter?"

"That's probably not the case." Sun Jingchun shook his head, "I heard someone said that the first prize should be a boy, but since 16-year-old high school students can be invited to participate in the symposium, then if your daughter really

If you write a novel, you might be invited, right?"

When Sun Jingchun said this, Xu Rongsheng also nodded, and then he quickly thought of that boy Li Luo.

16 years old, boy, first prize in essay competition...

These keywords came to Xu Rongsheng's mind, and then he immediately thought of many things.

"interesting."

He smiled and shook his head, Xu Rongsheng's face became inexplicably bright.

He remembered the last time he invited guests to dinner at home. Li Luo calmly answered his questions at the dinner table and had his own unique insights into the field of Internet literature.

At that time, Xu Rongsheng was still surprised that Li Luo had such insight and thinking at such a young age.

Now it seems that this happened for a reason.

It turns out that I bumped into someone else’s professional field.

But even so, this is still quite surprising.

"Are all the people who write online articles so young now? Can high school students write better works than other authors?" Xu Rongsheng couldn't help but asked curiously.

"Well." Sun Jingchun chuckled and said, "There is no threshold for Internet writing. Anyone can write it, and a 16-year-old kid can win the first prize. It can be seen that this thing does not have much depth and connotation.

Those internet writers are making a fool of themselves."

"Ha." Xu Rongsheng smiled and raised his finger to point at him, "That's not what you said during the meeting today."

"Don't you have to maintain a rational and friendly attitude? You can't say that on the face of it." Sun Jingchun shook his head helplessly, "And now the market development prospects of online articles are indeed better. Our country is oriented towards economic development, so naturally it will

I prefer online writing, which I can understand."

After all, Sun Jingchun still cannot hide his natural disdain for Internet articles between the lines.

But in front of Xu Rongsheng, and since his daughter might also be writing online articles, Sun Jingchun's words were relatively restrained and not so explicit.

"Then do you want to go up and find your daughter now?" Sun Jingchun ended the above topic and asked instead.

"Forget it." Xu Rongsheng shook his head.

After ruling out the possibility of irritating his superiors, Xu Rongsheng was not in a hurry to see Xu Youyu.

Anyway, just know that there is such a thing, and let the rest take its course.

What's more, even if the worst-case scenario you imagined does happen, it is already an established fact.

Xu Rongsheng felt that he also needed to think calmly.

So he said to Sun Jingchun: "But can you please do me a favor and see if you can find out whether my daughter is writing a novel and what novel she is writing?"

"Oh, that's easy to say." Sun Jingchun nodded and said, "The Internet Writers Association should have a list of participants, with their real names and pen names corresponding one to one. I'll find out just by asking."

"Then I'll trouble you."

"It's okay." Sun Jingchun smiled and waved his hand, "I am a parent and I can understand you, but if your daughter can really rely on writing online articles to participate in meetings, that would be very impressive."

"Haha, that's a prize."

…

Li Luo and Xu Youyu, who returned to the room upstairs, still didn't know what happened downstairs.

The two of them came back together after eating. After they went back to their houses, they went to bed to catch up on their sleep.

After taking a light nap, Xu Youyu carried his notebook to the next room, banged on the door, and woke Li Luo up.

Then he pushed the door open, put the notebook in its usual place, and started typing.

"You haven't washed your hair yet, why are you coming to my room to code?"

"I feel more motivated when I listen to the sound of you typing on the keyboard next to you." Xu Youyu said, "Come on, come on, you can also code, put more pressure on me, so that I can write faster."

Li Luo rolled his eyes with a speechless expression, but still sat down next to Xu Youyu, opened the coding software and started working.

By around three o'clock in the afternoon, Xu Youyu had finished writing a chapter of more than 2,000 words. After uploading and publishing it, he stretched out comfortably against the back of his chair.

Then she came to the window, opened the curtains, looked at the beautiful scenery of the West Lake not far away, and couldn't help but said: "How about going to the West Lake?"

"We locals have visited the West Lake countless times since we were young." Li Luo laughed and said, "We've all been tired of it by now."

Because their family runs a breakfast shop, Li Guohong and Lin Xiuhong basically cannot spare much time to accompany Li Luo, let alone travel.

Therefore, since he was a child, the destination where Li Luo was taken to travel was basically the West Lake, and he rarely left the scope of Yuhang City.

The furthest thing is that I have been to Qiandao Lake next to it.

If Xu Youyu hadn't invited him to travel across the country in his previous life, he would probably have died in Qianjiang Province.

"Collect materials, collect materials!" Xu Youyu stretched out his finger and said excitedly, "Of course it's not fun to go alone, but it will be interesting if we two go together."

"What's the meaning?"

"It's just about collecting materials." Xu Youyu explained with great interest, "Although I rely more on researching information when writing books, some details of life and interactions must be experienced by myself in order to write the flavor."

"But what does this have to do with visiting the West Lake?"

"Visiting the West Lake itself has nothing to do with it." Xu Youyu shook his finger, "The important thing is who to visit and how to visit."

Having said this, Xu Youyu walked up to Li Luo, lightly tapped his forehead, leaned over and said with a smile: "Junior, didn't you also write about me in your book? We can learn from each other."

"Hmm...let me think about it."

"How about we play a couple's game for an hour?"
Chapter completed!