nucmednet Chapter 637 - 225: The Power of the Writers Association Membership Card_2
Chapter 637 - 225: The Power of the Writers Association Membership Card_2
Because after starting university, he had rarely been in a situation where he was looked down upon, only to have the chance to put someone in their place. This was truly the first time.
After all, he’d earned his first fortune right after graduating high school, and his own clothing, build, and appearance didn’t make him a likely target for bullying. Perhaps only these self-important "young literati" from the Literature Club could harbor such a baseless sense of superiority.
Li Yuan sneered, pointing to the small red booklet on the table. He spoke with a strange expression, "So, are you all sure you don’t want to look at my membership card?"
The slender, short-haired girl frowned in disgust, the last shred of her good impression of Li Yuan vanishing without a trace.
"Junior, must you force us to expose you and humiliate yourself?"
Li Yuan smiled faintly, his interest waning. Why am I even bothering to talk to these idiots?
Listening to the mockery from the Literature Club members, Gao Xin, who was beside Li Yuan, couldn’t help but retort with a cold laugh.
"I used to have some expectations for our university’s Literature Club. Now, it seems it’s just full of garbage that talks a big game but has no skill."
Gao Xin’s voice was loud and he spoke quickly, not waiting for the Literature Club members to respond. He pointed to Li Yuan with a playful look.
"Do you even know who he is? And you’re accusing him of having a fake membership card?"
Hearing Gao Xin’s words, Zhang Zhiqiang and the others looked at Li Yuan, their expressions a mixture of surprise and doubt. But no matter how they looked at him, Li Yuan didn’t seem like a member of the Writers Association. They didn’t recognize him at all.
Given his physique, they might have believed it if someone claimed he was a national athlete.
Being openly mocked by Gao Xin, the members of the Literature Club shot back defiantly.
Zhang Zhiqiang looked at Li Yuan with a taunting expression and jeered, "Oh? So is this junior some hidden expert, playing the pig to eat the tiger?"
"I’m quite curious, junior. What is this great identity of yours, and what are your great works?"
Li Yuan was idly holding Xia Zhijin’s hand, drawing circles on her palm. Hearing Zhang Zhiqiang’s words, he just let out a dry laugh, too lazy to respond.
Why bother with a few conceited university students who were so full of themselves they couldn’t see the world for what it was? In any case, I’m the boss of a company worth over a hundred million, and I hold titles like ’Zhihu Founder’.
Li Yuan’s dismissive, indifferent sneer made Zhang Zhiqiang fume. He stared daggers at Li Yuan, his tone becoming even more aggressive.
"Go on, junior! Tell us who you are. Let’s see if you can give us a good scare."
Li Lanrong, Ge Chenchen, and Liu Jia couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
This time, Liu Jia spoke up before Gao Xin could.
"That ’Battle Starry Sky’ you were all just trashing? He wrote it."
"Now you know who he is, right?"
Upon hearing Liu Jia’s words, Zhang Zhiqiang and the others stiffened, asking in disbelief.
"You really wrote ’Battle Starry Sky’?"
Liu Jia continued to mock them, "Heh, of course he did! Is there any doubt? You just finished calling ’Battle Starry Sky’ worthless, yet you don’t even recognize its author?
"Or is it that you’ve never even read the book and are just trashing it out of sheer jealousy?
"Then again, that makes sense. Yuan’s monthly royalties are more than you’ll earn in your entire lives, so it’s natural to be green with envy. But if you’re sick, you should get treatment. Don’t go around looking down your noses at people.
"In this world, some people’s starting lines are finish lines you’ll never reach in your lifetime.
"Besides, whether online fiction has literary merit isn’t for the few of you to decide here. That’s for the 1.4 billion people of this country to determine.
"Even the national Writers Association acknowledges the value of online fiction and sent Yuan his membership card. Who the hell do you think you are to pass judgment on it?"
Listening to Liu Jia’s rapid-fire barrage, everyone, including Li Yuan, was stunned. It was as if they were seeing their always-jovial classmate for the first time.
Watching Liu Jia’s unstoppable tirade, Li Lanrong felt a strange stirring. After spending more time with him over the past month, she realized she was starting to like boys with his kind of personality... But she also felt a pang of frustration. Liu Jia seemed completely uninterested in her. She’d dropped several hints, but he’d acted as if he hadn’t noticed any of them, offering no response. She couldn’t tell if he was genuinely oblivious or just pretending not to know.
Li Yuan reached for his Writers Association membership card, put it in his pocket, and looked at Liu Jia with a faint smile. "Liu Jia, that’s enough. You can’t talk about ice with a summer insect."
Liu Jia was on a roll, so he looked disappointed when Li Yuan cut him off. He suddenly realized how amazing it felt to rail against people who couldn’t even talk back. It was an absolute rush.
"Sigh... Yuan, you’re just too low-key. You have that interview with Modu TV Station tomorrow. You should really show your face, lest people start thinking your Writers Association membership card is a fake."
"I really thought everyone who got into Xia University would be highly intelligent and open-minded. I never expected to meet so many frogs in a well."
Liu Jia shook his head, wearing an expression of deep regret.
Meanwhile, the four Literature Club members, including Zhang Zhiqiang, who had been on the receiving end of Liu Jia’s rant, alternated between flushed and pale. They were so ashamed they wished a hole would open in the ground and swallow them whole.