Chapter 463： My student cannot be president 19

Those excited female fans did n’t know. They told their idols to have lunch at the table next to each other. After talking about Meiyu crossing the river, a few girls The food ordered also came up. Everyone dropped the topics they had talked about and devoted themselves to the happiness of eating seafood.

After watching them stop talking, Xia Yichu also lowered his eyebrows and continued to eat.

After eating, Xia Yichu paid, and packed a few foods that he just felt good, and walked out of this seafood store with a box.

Xia Yichu drove back. When she got home, her phone rang in her pocket. Xia Yichu looked and found that she was the current editor.

"Hello?" Xia Yichu swiped his finger and connected the phone.

"On New Year's Eve, as soon as the news of your TV series was being broadcast, the Internet exploded. Those readers said they wanted to see you. The company will have a press conference in a few days. Are you coming?" A bold voice came from the side of the phone, with a hint of expectation in her tone, but she didn't have much hope in her heart.

After all, there have been a lot of republished books in the past two years. In theory, the average author published the book, which is not happy.

Especially the big gods on the website, without the company's mention, they took the initiative to ask if they could hold a small signing sale, and had a chance to meet those fans and sign them on the spot.

However, Xia Yichu was better. He was so hard-working when he wrote, but he was lazy and refined in the interaction with fans and readers.

Let her not broadcast live, let her play Weibo but not play, the company paid for her to sign a sales meeting, and she could not resist.

It's really hard for her fans.

Now, although the editor asks such questions, he only asks them as usual, waiting for Xia Yichu's rejection.

But this time, the editor may have guessed wrong.

"Okay, what's the time? Where is it? I'll arrange it." Xia Yichu said.

"Okay, okay, I know you won't go, so be it ..." As soon as Xia Yichu's words landed, the editor responded.

Xia Yichu heard her words full of black lines.

Immediately, the time was paused for one second, and the editor's surprised voice yelled from the phone: "What, are you coming?"

"Huh? Can't you?" Xia Yichu asked back.

"Hahaha, okay, I will send you the time and address at a later date. When you come, say hello to me in advance, I will pick you up at the airport when I come!" The editor smiled, and was almost unhappy.

"Well, let's talk at that time." Xia Yichu responded lightly.

After finishing the business, the two hung up the phone soon after they were out of the rest.

Xia Yichu put all the things packed today into the refrigerator, washed his hands, and went into his room.

At the bottom left of the computer, the little penguin icon is beating constantly, the icon flashes, Xia Yichu clicks the mouse, and the opened window is the information sent to her by the editor.

It's more than half a month before the press conference and the venue is in Kyoto.

The editor also sent her another sentence: / laughs / laughs, I'll go and tell the editor now about this matter. At that time, you should advertise on the website that you are coming to the event to meet the readers. No Mind?

do not mind.

Xia Yichu tapped his finger on the keyboard flexibly, and the three words jumped out and sent out.

The editor responded with a gesture of oK. Xia Yichu took a look and did not continue to reply. With a little mouse click, she closed the window for chatting with the other party directly.

Xia Yichu's writing did not hide Li Bairan. Not only Li Bairan, but even his father and mother also knew, but the whole family had a sense of conscience and did not publicize this matter.

When Li Bairan returned in the afternoon, Xia Yichu said to him: "After that month, I will go to Beijing for a while, and you will stay at home."

"Beijing?" Li Bairan put down his schoolbag, his eyes a little puzzled: "What to do in Beijing?"

"About the adaptation of the press conference." Xia Yichu said, explaining to her that she wanted Shanghai to participate in the press conference.

"Oh," said Li Bairan, with a mild response: "How long will it take?"

"I don't know, it's probably just a few days. Starting up and filming are all over there. I have already written the script and posted it. It should be after I have participated in the press conference and some activities that I need to attend. I will return." Should be.

"Um." Li Bairan nodded slightly, with a careless look: "When is it going?"

"X month X."

...

The night was quiet and the brightly lit villa was already dark.

In Li Bairan's room, a lamp was on, and the yellow light shone on the room.

He was sitting at his desk, staring at the computer screen. He didn't need to look at the keyboard at all, and his fingers struck fast. On the computer screen, codes one after another flew out, which was dazzling.

After tapping the code, Li Bairan opened the web page, and the red, red and blue lines displayed on the computer screen were actually the latest stock fortune. Li Bairan looked at the stocks he bought some time ago, sold some stocks, and used the funds to buy other stocks.

The penguin's head flickered in the lower left corner, and Li Bairan opened it. It was a message from a person named Aaron.

Aaeon: Hi Bai Ran, it should be late at this time on your side? You haven't slept yet?

Li Bairan: Just after typing the code, how was the software I sent you last time?

Aaeon: Great! I shared it with my teammates. Everyone will praise this software and feel very interested. Although this is a simple mini-game, it always has a feeling of stopping.

Li Bairan: Yeah.

Aaeon: By the way, I plan to return to China next week with my team. You are in n city, it seems not far from the capital city. Are you interested to come and see? Anyway, after the establishment of this company, it is half of yours.

Li Bairan: I'm not sure, I'll watch it then.

Aaeon: Hey, don't, it won't take you much time. But are all domestic college students as good as you? My brothers here have said that the software you make, even for them, is difficult to make. At least a few people have to cooperate, otherwise it is difficult for one person.

Li Bairan: OK. Send me the address after you return home, and I will contact you if I go. Go to bed first and have class tomorrow.

Aaeon: Okay, good day!

Li Bairan looked at the three words sent by Aaeon and did not continue to reply.