The woman in the formal dress immediately lowered her head.
Liu Zheng also withdrew his gaze.
"Senior, let's go in."
Novelist took the initiative to hold his tentacle.
"Okay."
Liu Zheng nodded and walked forward.
Novelist looked up at him, then suddenly turned back.
The driver's eyes met hers in the air, and after the invisible collision, his figure suddenly became illusory for a moment.
"What an amazing woman."
The driver looked away.
Young people's sexual fortune is quite good, but it's just not easy to bear.
He shook his head and started the engine.
"What's wrong?"
Feeling Novelist's body suddenly tremble, Liu Zheng lowered his head and asked.
"It's nothing, senior."
She shook her head.
"Okay."
Since she refused to say anything, Liu Zheng didn't ask any more questions.
The two came to the door of the club, and the waiter stopped them with his hand.
"Welcome the two guests, would you like to participate as Izanami or Novelist?"
the waiter asked politely.
"Izanami?"
Liu Zheng looked at Novelist.
"That was my former pen name, senior."
Novelist explained.
"Oh. What's the difference between those two identities?"
he asked.
"Writers Association divides literary works into many fields. A writer's pen name can only correspond to one field, and he can enjoy the achievements and treatment in this field."
The waiter took the initiative to explain.
"That's it."
Liu Zheng nodded.
He said nothing and left the choice to Novelist himself.
"I want to participate as Novelist."
After a moment of silence, Novelist gritted his teeth and said.
"Okay, here is the entry and exit voucher, please take it."
The waiter took out two gray Quill Club and handed them to the two of them.
Novelist pinned Quill Club to his chest, and Liu Zheng followed suit.
"Please."
The waiter gave way to the passage, and behind the door was a magnificent hall.
However, when Liu Zheng stepped through the door, what he stepped on was not a soft carpet, but hard stones.
And what he saw was not a banquet hall, but a huge circular building.
The center of the building is a large square, surrounded by stands one by one.
The stands are supported by three layers of concrete barrel arches, with dozens of arches on each layer, forming three circles of circular corridors of different heights. The uppermost layer is a solid wall dozens of meters high.
This building is so majestic and full of classical atmosphere.
And Liu Zheng happens to know this building. In reality, its name is Ancient Roman Colosseum.
The gray Quill Club suddenly stood up and pointed in one direction.
Liu Zheng guessed that he was leading the way for them, so he led Novelist in the direction of Quill Club.
Soon, they found their seats.
To be precise, it's the location, because they don't have seats.
Similar to the seating arrangement in modern concerts, the position of Ancient Roman Colosseum is also more distinguished the closer it is to the front row.
Liu Zheng and Novelist are at the top, which in ancient Rome were reserved for people at the bottom of society, such as women, slaves and poor people without status.
He glanced at Novelist, who showed no emotion on his face.
But compared to the smiling face when they met, this expression already showed her mood at the moment.
"Why is there no one there? Did we arrive too early?"
Liu Zheng started the topic.
"They are already here, we just have to wait until the time comes before we can see them."
Novelist shook his head and said.
"That's it."
He looked at his phone and saw there were still five minutes.
"By the way, I'll give you a gift."
He took out "Editor’s Insights Book" from the system space and took out the keyboard pad from the takeout box.
"This is."
Novelist took "Editor’s Insights Book", his eyes full of surprise.
Even for a person of her level, this is a very rare and valuable item.
To get it, it is not enough to have power and money, you also need to meet very harsh conditions.
She once saw it at an internal auction at the Writers Association, and the final price shocked even her.
And Liu Zheng was given to her just like giving it a cup of coffee.
And this keyboard pad.
Novelist Strokes the silky surface and it feels extremely smooth.
The silk fabrics of the Weaver-Spider Clan can be regarded as high-end goods in the whole Metropolis.
"Senior, do you know their value?"
Novelist asked.
"I don't know. Do you like it?"
Liu Zheng asked rhetorically.
"I like it very much."
Novelist replied.
"Oh, that's enough."
He nodded.
"Hmm."
Novelist looked up at him with gentle eyes.
It would be a pity to just eat such a senior Asashi.
"Clang!"
The huge bell suddenly rang throughout the Colosseum.
As the bell rang, countless figures suddenly appeared in the originally empty auditorium.
Some of them are human and some are not human.
Some are humanoid and some are not humanoid.
Some don't even have a complete body, just a hand or a mouth.
But they all have one thing in common, that is, they all wear a Quill Club.
The Quill Club in the front row is white gold, the Quill Club in the second row is gold, the Quill Club in the third row is green, the Quill Club in the fourth row is red, and the Quill Club in the fifth row is white.
All the way to the top of the Liu Zheng and Novelist stations, their Quill Club is gray.
Contrary to what Liu Zheng expected, the top-level participants were the fewest, with only a few dozen.
Therefore, they became the most eye-catching presence in the Colosseum.
Liu Zheng noticed that at least a hundred eyes were looking at the two of them, and the meaning contained in them was not very friendly.
"Why are there so few people at the top?"
he asked in a low voice.
"The entry threshold for this kind of salon dance is relatively high. Authors at the top level are not eligible to participate unless they are specially invited by the association."
Novelist explained.
"I see. The person who invited you doesn't have good intentions."
Liu Zheng said bluntly.
If you are a truly small author, this is an opportunity, but for an author like Novelist who originally had success but turned to failure, it is a naked humiliation.
"Yes, and I can't refuse. It just means that senior will be humiliated together with me."
Novelist said apologetically.
"What does this mean?"
He waved his hand to show that he didn't care.
It's just a punishment, not to mention humiliating, it's not even targeted.
I remember when he was eating shit at Sewer.
Well, forget it, it's better not to think about it.
"Welcome all authors to this salon dance, I am the host 'Fool'."
A ray of light shone down from the void, illuminating a Black Cat wearing a dress and a top hat.
Its back paws support its body, while its front paws hold the Mike wind, which looks funny and cute.
As soon as he finished speaking, the Colosseum immediately burst into warm applause.
Liu Zheng also clapped along with the crowd.
"This is a great writer in the field of novels. Last year Metropolis's No. 1 best-selling novel "Amon and His Monocle" was his work."
Novelist introduced in his ear.
Liu Zheng nodded to show that he remembered it, but he didn't take it to heart.
Even when he was still writing online articles in reality, this kind of head author had nothing to do with him, not to mention that now he is just Deliveryman.
"During the work in the first half of the year, our members of the Writers Association provided sufficient spiritual food for the citizens of Metropolis, and also provided a solid guarantee for the order of Metropolis. City Hall specially sent a letter to praise us and give us rewards."
"Old rules, before the dance starts, we will hold a competition as an appetizer, and the reward of the City Hall will also be used as the prize of the competition."
"The format of the competition will be decided by random selection on site later."
"As for now"
Black Cat paused for a moment, then looked around the rows of auditoriums in the Colosseum.
There is a smile on the corner of its mouth, and its eyes are Peaceful Hand.
However, the authors who were glanced at by it all looked solemn.
After all, this is a top author in the field of novels.
If we limit the time period to the past few years, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he is the first novelist.
"I know that those of us who write usually like to stay at home and don't like to socialize."
"So, before the game starts, give everyone fifteen minutes to get in touch with each other."
"Okay, everyone, don't be restrained and let's get started."
After Black Cat finished speaking, he took the lead towards the first row of the auditorium.
Driven by it, the atmosphere in the Colosseum also became lively.
Some left their seats to look for authors they were familiar with, while others started chatting with the authors nearby.
"Are you going to see your acquaintance?"
Liu Zheng asked.
"No need, senior."
Novelist shook his head.
She has no acquaintances in the long-form field, and as for short stories, that is already a thing of the past.
But if she doesn't go to others, others will come to her.
"Isn't this Izanami? Why can't we just stand and attend the dance after not seeing each other for a few days?"
A sarcastic voice sounded behind Liu Zheng.
He turned around suddenly, but he didn't see the person who spoke.
It wasn't until two minutes later that the speaker slowly walked up to them.
This is a woman wearing twelve separate clothes of five colors, with a face as round as a full moon, her face is thickly painted with lead powder, and her lips are dyed red with unknown blood, making her look like an evil ghost.
Her long hair fell to the ground like a waterfall, but her eyebrows only had two small lumps, like two broad beans.
Of course, you can't say that this is ugly, you can only say that it doesn't meet the aesthetics of Liu Zheng.
Noticing his subtle gaze, Novelist showed a satisfied expression.
Twelve-Layered Woman also noticed Liu Zheng's gaze and glared at him.
In a daze, Liu Zheng seemed to see two one-horned evil spirits, one green and one red, emerging from her eyes and rushing towards him.
The two evil ghosts, green and red, were very good at facing the wind, and when they came to him, they had become as tall as a two-story building.
One held a mallet and the other held a hammer, and they hit him hard.