My System Forces Me to Live off Women-Chapter 117 - 112: Crashing the Event

Li Peifeng saw them quiet down and breathed a sigh of relief.

This was the purpose of Li Peifeng calling the roll, to try to prevent the three from communicating as much as possible when he didn't know what Huang Tianxuan's intentions were.

Otherwise, he was afraid he wouldn't even know how he died!

"Judging whether a novel has literary value or brings something literary, everyone understands that there are generally two criteria. One, does it portray rich and profound humanity and life? Two, does it contribute to the nation's literary language?"

"Wu Wenyue, who spoke just now, is my friend. She evaluated my work as alright, but I feel that was saving face for me, because even I think my writing isn't good. Those two criteria I just mentioned, none of these books fulfill. Are there any works in the current online literature market that fulfill them? There are, but I think they are very few, so few that there are only about two or three books, and they only slightly touch upon them..."

"So what do I mean by saying these words now? It's that I'm giving a disclaimer, harshly criticizing myself so that when we have the interactive segment, students can be gentle with their words."

"You're so clever!"

"Hiss~~~"

"Clap~ clap~ clap~"

The atmosphere was quite good, with laughter and applause filling the room.

And after that, when the three girls weren't whispering among themselves anymore and stopped getting distracted, Li Peifeng wholeheartedly continued his lecture.

He talked about the characteristics of online literature, shared his own experiences in web novel creation, from the failures of writing for male audiences initially to the successful experiences of switching to writing for female audiences.

Time flew by as they talked for over an hour. Looking at the moon outside, Li Peifeng estimated it was time to move to the next part, so he gave a simple conclusion, and amidst the audience's enthusiastic applause, he nodded towards Zhao Qingge below the stage.

"Due to time constraints, today's lecture will end here."

Zhao Qingge didn't stand up but simply spoke into the microphone: "Next, if you have any questions, you can raise your hand to ask. Once you raise your hand, staff will bring a microphone to you."

Before she finished speaking, many hands were already raised, some even standing to do so.

The staff present was a male student from the School of Arts and Sciences' Student Union, responsible for the odd jobs at this lecture, including passing the microphone.

With so many hands raised, he couldn't immediately tell who was first, so he simply chose the most good-looking girl among those with their hands up nearby.

Well, it's you. Why did you have such striking red hair and look so pretty?

He stepped forward, offering the microphone to a girl with distinctively bright red long hair, sweet features, and exquisite makeup.

Seeing who received it, Li Peifeng felt a twinge of apprehension: "Of all people, you gave it to her!"

"Thanks, my question is..."

The red-haired beauty calmly asked, "Master Li, Li the Campus Star, why did your writings for male audiences not do well, but your female audience writings became platinum? Does this have anything to do with your skill in interacting with women?"

"Wow~"

"Gasp~"

The room buzzed, laughter faintly heard below.

(Second-year Journalism 174, sweet voice, loves drama) Tang Feng, this is the note Li Peifeng had for the red-haired beauty in his WeChat.

She was also the one who deleted him after he shared his platinum status on Moments.

No choice, there are always some unfaithful women who forget their promises, meeting like precious raindrops once was good, then harbored desires to meet every night! After being rejected, they become embarrassed and decide to never speak again, selectively forgetting that they were the ones who jumped at the chance initially...

Li Peifeng quickly glanced towards his parents, smiling: "Writing is writing, interpersonal relationships are interpersonal. Introverts and extroverts can both write good works, so I don't think there's much correlation."

Tang Feng nodded: "Then to clarify, I mean, with your good affinity with the opposite sex and so many female friends, surely this has helped you understand female psychology better and assisted you significantly in writing for female audiences, right?"

"Hahaha~"

In the back, Shen Liao put down his glass, laughing heartily: "This little fairy is here to stir things up."

"Damn, the show is just starting!"

"Pour the drinks! I can't stand it!"

"That's it."

Bai Qingchuan sighed: "With just this half a bottle, for the six of us, barely a sip each and it's gone."

"Hey, I've got some sunflower seeds here..."

"Quick, share them! By the way, which department is this beauty from? What's her story with the campus star? Anyone know?"

"With so many tales of the campus star's romantic escapades, who can remember them all?"

"I bet he could write a three-million-word autobiography about himself."

At the moment, the other audience members, like Shen Liao, just watched and snacked!

They couldn't wait to have some sunflower seeds, munching while watching the drama unfold.

Oh, how they enjoyed watching...

"There's certainly some help, everyone around me helps with my writing."

Li Peifeng wasn't too flustered; he had expected such scenes, skillfully sidestepping the sharp question: "Everything that happens to you, every person you meet, assists you in writing. A writer, by definition, is someone who turns life's issues into words, shaping them into stories for others to read. Perhaps they don't require thrilling personal experiences, but they must have keen observation and understanding to feel the emotions in everyday moments and pen them down..."

Tang Feng interrupted: "I was once your female friend, did I assist you in writing?"

"Hiss~"

"Hahaha~"

"Clap clap clap~"

Applause, laughter, and whistles filled the entire classroom...

"Yueyue."

Yu Huizhi asked with curiosity: "Doesn't it seem like this red-haired girl and Fengfeng had something going on? Otherwise, why talk like that?"

Wu Wenyue chuckled: "I'm not exactly sure, you can ask him later."

Then Xu Manning added: "Auntie, excluding the two of us, do you see many pretty girls in the classroom?"

Yu Huizhi instinctively looked around the room and seemed a bit shocked: "1, 2, 3... There really are quite a few!"

Xu Manning nodded: "If there are fifty beauties in the classroom, saying all fifty are Li Peifeng's female friends is surely an overstatement, but counting every other one, there are definitely some left out."

Yu Huizhi, being a naive optimist, was even somewhat delighted: "Really? Fengfeng has such good connections?"

Li Qiyuan furrowed his brows, quietly advising his wife: "We've come to the capital often, yet we haven't explored Beihua's campus to understand Fengfeng's relationships with his classmates."

"Seems like only during his school entrance..."

Yu Huizhi was puzzled: "So what?"

Li Qiyuan, being a university lecturer well-versed in Marxist-Leninist principles, could see beyond the surface. After setting foot on campus today, he already sensed something amiss from the subtle clues, his expression turning serious: "Now it seems Fengfeng's relationships might be more complicated than he claims..."

"Buzz buzz~"

Zhao Qingge stood up, tapped the microphone, creating loud static to drown out the buzz, sternly saying: "That's enough. Time is limited. Each student called upon may ask up to two questions to give others a chance to ask."

"Please answer my question."

The student union member approached, and with a hint of reluctance, Tang Feng said another sentence before returning the microphone.

"Speaking of the person who has helped me most in writing..."

Li Peifeng stayed calm, his words well-rehearsed: "It has to be my parents. The cultural atmosphere at home and my parents' unconditional support were crucial. Also, my mentor Zhao Qingge. Without her guidance, I wouldn't have made it this far..."

With a string of flattery, he made Yu Huizhi and Li Qiyuan beam proudly and transformed Zhao Qingge's stern face into a smiling one.

"Alright, who else wants to ask a question?"

After saying goodbye to one questioner, he moved to the next.

"Swish swish swish~"

Once again, hands shot up in patches, and the male staff member glanced around, spotting someone intriguing.

Oh, a white-haired person, white hair is forever divine!

True to his nature, the male staff member chose another most beautiful girl.

This time, she had dyed her hair white, she looked coldly beautiful, with simple makeup...

(Second-year Psychology 172, thoughtful, sly) He Yimeng.

With a hand to his forehead, Li Peifeng sighed silently.

Here we go again, why do I know all these damn people?

Are you all teaming up to raid this event?

And this microphone-passing guy, a hopeless softie, just aims for the pretty ones...

"Peifeng... oh no, Master Li."

He Yimeng smiled: "I finished reading your books overnight, and although they are female lead stories, they rarely have the kind of delicate sweet romantic drama that little girls love. Even if there is some, the emotions between the leads are always written in a jesting manner, with a mocking tone. I've read all your female-oriented works and found no exceptions."

"So, my question is Peifeng... Master Li, is it because you've never truly experienced a profoundly deep romance, don't know what love is, can't write true love, and don't understand in your heart what it means to love, hence your choice not to write it?"