Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

Nan Zhangsheng looked at those people, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he simply ignored them and continued talking to the people around him.

Before he could speak, Ji Fang asked, "Since you're here to submit an article, where's the manuscript? Based on our friendship, I'll help you get it approved first."

Nan Zhangsheng grinned and said, "Of course that's fine, but Miss Ji Fang's behavior won't have an impact on Wanwen Collection, right? If it's because of me that Wanwen Collection is affected, that would be bad!"

"No, no, just relax. By the way, I wonder what kind of work you write and what the title of the book is?" While speaking, Ji Fang gestured and asked the two to sit down.

The moment Nan Zhangsheng sat down, he looked serious, as if he had suddenly risen, and said slowly and calmly: "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, don't look down on the young and poor!"

His words were sonorous and powerful, with a special appeal that made everyone who had turned away look back again. This time, there was only one look in their eyes, and that was surprise.

Su Ping was puzzled. Could there be such a long title? Even if it was indeed well said, it couldn't be like this.

"I feel like I've seen this sentence before when I was reviewing manuscripts." Ji Fang murmured softly, and then her eyes lit up, "Have you submitted a book called "Battle Through the Heavens" before?"

"Yes." Nan Zhangsheng nodded and said, "This is what I submitted not long ago. Now I have written a few more articles and submitted them for review."

"He, he is actually the author!"

"Hiss! He's so young, but he can actually write something like this! It's really... so scary!"

"This is a true genius, six years old!"

Everyone was in an uproar and was extremely shocked. Some even couldn't believe that the author of the novel they thought was so good was actually just a six-year-old child.

Nan Zhangsheng's eyes swept across the faces of those people one by one, and then he said with a smile without any stage fright: "Everyone, I was just lucky, haha, just lucky."

"Oh my god, why does this feel a bit familiar?"

"It seems like I have seen this paragraph in a book..."

“Are we the green leaves?”

Countless doubts popped up and kept circulating and lingering in the minds of these onlookers, unable to be solved.

Ji Fang looked at this familiar scene, then murmured to herself, "If this person's book wasn't for the fact that the subject matter is not mature at the moment, it would have a wider reach."

"If he really writes a few more books, I'm afraid he will monopolize this type of market in the future. He's just my junior's friend, so it's okay..."

While Ji Fang was thinking about many things, Su Ping also had his own considerations. He concluded that the person in front of him would usher in a golden age of his own.

Su Ping didn't know why exactly, but the feeling in his heart made him come to this conclusion.

"Ahem, in response to the requests of the readers, I stayed up all night and worked at home, and finally finished writing these next few articles!"

Nan Zhangsheng looked haggard, a huge difference from his lively appearance just now, but it seemed hard to tell why because no one thought much about it.

Many readers were shocked when they heard the words "the next few articles have been written". After all, the feeling of waiting for updates is really too painful.

Nan Zhangsheng glanced at them, then smiled like a fearless warrior, and said loudly: "But when I think of your enthusiasm and that so many people like to read my books, I feel like I have endless motivation, driving myself to keep moving forward!"

“That’s why I was able to write the sequel so quickly. That’s why I submitted it as soon as I finished writing it. That’s why I’m here now and why I’m meeting you all!”

"This may be fate sent by God, or it may be destiny in the vast sea of ​​people. Our meeting will not end hastily."

"Everyone, if you want to discuss the plot, come over there with me. If you want to talk to the author, come over there with me. If you have any other ideas, come over there with me too!"

As he was talking, Nan Zhangsheng moved away little by little and led the crowd outside. The bookstore returned to its usual tranquility.

Su Ping was a little amused. He had to admit that although this man's behavior needed to be studied, he was definitely a master at inciting people and creating an atmosphere.

Ying'er watched the child lead the people away, and took out the thick manuscript, placed it on the table, and said with her red lips: "This is the manuscript of the young master, it's all here."

"Okay, there should be news soon. Once it's printed, it can be published. Miss Ying'er, you can let your children at home wait without worry."

As a half-businessman, Ji Fang recognized that the woman sitting opposite him was the young boss of Chunxiang Kiln.

Ying'er smiled lightly, as if a bright and gentle breeze was blowing past, bringing a touching feeling, "Got it, thank you Miss Ji Fang... and Mr. Su, long time no see."

"It's been nearly half a year since we last met. Zhang Sheng always talks about you, saying that you are a talented writer, knowledgeable and talented, and a rare good friend!"

Su Ping smiled and said, "Thank you for your kindness, I am very grateful!"

"This is too exaggerated." Ying'er covered her mouth and chuckled.

Su Ping continued to smile, and continued to talk to the woman about many things about Nan Zhangsheng, wanting to see if it was possible to make another fortune from Mora.

After all, no matter how much Mora you have, it will all be spent. Only a steady stream of opportunities to make money can make Su Ping feel at ease, especially when there are opportunities to make money.

But Ying'er seemed to have enough mental strength to deal with it and kept silent about the business dealings. Perhaps she felt that children's affairs should be left to the children themselves and she did not need to interfere.

Not long after, Nan Zhangsheng sent away the enthusiastic readers and walked back to the bookstore alone. After completing the submission, he talked with Su Ping for a while.

There were mostly words of mutual exchange in the hope of deepening their relationship, and then Nan Zhangsheng left, walking down the street with a woman who was ten years older than him but claimed to be his mother.

The sky is still blue, people are coming and going, the scenery seems to have remained unchanged for thousands of years, but it is always different.

Nan Zhangsheng's eyes flashed, and he looked up and stared at the woman beside him. There was a strange look in his eyes, as if he was wondering why the other party didn't say a word after all this journey. It was really unreasonable.

Facing his gaze, Ying'er covered her mouth and smiled: "What's wrong? Are you not used to it without your mother?"

"I was thinking, he hasn't said a word for such a long time, could he be holding back something bad?" Nan Zhangsheng put his hands together and rested them behind his head, but his hands still couldn't stop shaking.

Ying'er didn't continue to smile, but her expression changed, as if it was frost, "You keep thinking about me like this, don't you feel guilty at all?"

"Don't forget who picked you up. Don't forget who was worried that you might catch a cold in the middle of winter and even checked to see if you had kicked off your blanket."

"Nan Zhangsheng! I have always treated you with my heart, but you have hurt me time and time again and made me feel so sad. Why do you have the right?!"

Ying'er's words were shrill, as if she was questioning this unfilial son in her eyes with anger that had been accumulating for a long time. Her face was filled with anger, but also with desolation and sadness.

“Just because…” Nan Zhangsheng subconsciously wanted to say something, but stopped himself when it was on the tip of his tongue. With a solemn look in his eyes, he slowly said, “You don’t deserve it!”

"Not worthy? I feed you and clothe you, and let you enjoy the same life as other children, or even better than them. What do you want that I didn't buy for you?"

Ying'er clenched her hands tightly, her knuckles turned white, and her breathing became heavier, as if the last bottom line in her heart had been broken, and she could not calm down her anger.

"I've done so much for you, but you still won't call me mom, Nan Zhangsheng! Are you still a human being? Do you still have a heart?!"

Nan Zhangsheng put down his hands behind his head and tightly grasped the clothes outside his heart with his right hand. A smile appeared on his face, with a hint of self-mockery in his sadness.

"You are not her, so of course you are not worthy. She is the only one in Teyvat who can make me, Nan Zhangsheng, say that name. You are not worthy!"

These words exploded in Ying'er's ears like thunder. She was in pain and grief, and all of this was reflected on her delicate face and her clenched hands.

"You...say it again!"

“Okay!” Nan Zhangsheng responded loudly. His right hand no longer grabbed his clothes, but pointed at the woman with a firm expression, “I’ll say it one last time. You are not worthy!”

"Monster, look at my finger!" Suddenly, Nan Zhangsheng changed the subject and pointed his finger at Ying'er at high speed.

Ying'er loosened her tightly clenched hands, dodged to the side, and burst into laughter, "It's not a fight yet, Master, why don't you go back to the mountain and practice?"

"Hmph, you daring monster, you dare to act like a demon in front of me, pretending to be someone who passed away many years ago. Even if you reincarnate for a hundred lifetimes, you will still not be able to resist my hatred!"

Nan Zhangsheng then pointed and said, "Don't run!"

"It would be strange if we didn't run!" Ying'er took a step forward and ran in front, while Nan Zhangsheng ran behind. There was not much change in the distance between them.

They just ran back home. As for the hysteria and questioning just now, it was just a play they improvised on the spur of the moment, a play that did not need to be choreographed or rehearsed in advance.

……

Wanwen Collection House. Not long after, Su Ping also said goodbye to his senior schoolmate and walked out of the bookstore.

In his arms, he also carried the follow-up royalties for two poems, a treatment that could only be obtained for works with great popularity.

There were nearly 200,000 Moras in total. This was the first time in Su Ping's life that such a large amount of money appeared in his arms.

In addition to helping his family save money, he also had other uses for the money, such as buying small items for his three fellow schoolmates.

Su Ping had not forgotten that each of them had given Su Ping 20,000 Mora. Although it was a red envelope, he also said that he would return it to his younger generation later.

But they said they could say that, but Su Ping couldn't do that because it was inconsistent with his character.

The child with Mora in his arms smiled and walked towards a store...