Seeing the people coming, Guo Yunxia's eyes lit up and she greeted her.

"Isn't this Professor Cheng from Beijing University? Why are you here?"

Cheng Suyun looked majestic and said, "I'm here to attend the signing ceremony."

The host also smiled and greeted him upon hearing the words, "Professor Cheng also came to find Fengci for his signature?"

Cheng Suyun seemed to have heard some joke, "Are you kidding? I'm a professor of literature at Beijing University! Will I find a third-rate writer to sign?"

The smile on the host's face suddenly froze, and Qi Yuyang upstairs immediately slapped the tabletop, "Is this person sick? Who is the third-rate writer?!"

At the same time, the fans in the audience also exploded, choking with Cheng Suyun, all of them defending Qiao Qing.

Luo Chen was also furious, "Is this a professor at Beijing University? Zhangkou is a third-rate writer, sure it is not a fake?!"

Sun Jing said: "That's right! Where did the crazy woman come from? Come here to talk a lot?!"

Guo Yunxia glanced at her, "It's terrible to have no culture. Take out your phone and check to see if this is a professor of the Department of Literature of Beijing University!"

Facing everyone's drooling, Cheng Suyun's expression was as steady as Mount Tai.

"Don't call me fans of your brains, I have always been upright and not afraid of words. I am a professor of the Department of Literature at Beijing University, and my ability to appreciate literature will naturally not be vulgar!

I've also read Fengci's books. The language is flashy and unrealistic, but it can confuse people with some fallacies. Just like cult propaganda, attracting fans is really attracting fans, but there is no literary value and connotation.

On the contrary, the words written by Yin Shiqiong are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. When I read it, I sighed countless times that a little girl could write such a book! I also came to attend her signing event today. "

Luo Chen let out a "day", "Are you sure you didn't reverse the author's name?! It is the wind that wrote the three books of "Immortal", "Floating and sinking" and "Fengyou"! Your evaluation of the two authors is reversed? !"

"I'm not so clumsy!" Cheng Suyun frowned, "I'm talking about this writer, and the books I wrote don't have the slightest literary value.

It's okay to deceive a zealous person. In the literary world, it is a commercial article that is sensational. It is difficult to be elegant. It is even a joke in front of real literary masters and academicians! "

After her voice fell, the fans in the entire exhibition hall were filled with outrage, but some doubted their own taste.

After all, Cheng Suyun's position as a professor in the Department of Literature of Beijing University lies there, and what he says is not without authority.

Moreover, they can't appreciate the abstract paintings praised by art people, and the model clothes that fashion designers marvel at.

The upstairs Qi Yu stood up suddenly, "This dead witch is really looking for a beating, right? Xiaoye, let's give her some color!"

He rolled up his sleeves and was about to go out, but was caught by Mu Jingheng, "Hey, hey, the fourth master, don't be impulsive!"

Speaking, Mu Jingheng looked at Jun Yexuan and Qi Yusen, "Third Brother, Brother Qi, what should we do next in this situation? The professor of the Department of Literature of Beijing University is enough.

As an academic, she can say so badly, and what is her vision? Can you read Yin Shiqiong's book and belittle Qingqing? "

Jun Yexuan's face was terrifying, "Call..."

Halfway through his words, he was interrupted by an inhalation noise downstairs.

Hearing the sound, several people turned their heads and looked downstairs, and when they saw the people coming, they all shook.

And the host in the exhibition hall was shocked when he saw the people at the door. "Ruan...Ruan...Ruan...Ruan...Mr. Ruan Ling, is that you?"

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