1096 Recurrence of the Storm (1/2)

Zhang Zian saw the message compiled by the editor. He savored it several times carefully, and in his heart, he felt an inexplicable sense of expectation. Had something changed?

Now the weather was warm, and he could go out wearing just a single layer. Without saying a word, he asked Pi to wait for a moment. He ran downstairs, opened the shutter door, and trotted to the Northside newsstand to buy newspapers.

He had gotten there early, and as expected, he managed to buy morning newspapers fresh off the printing press, smelling of ink.

Not in the headline, but in the corner of the front page, he found an article about the size of a tofu block, signed by Zhu Jisheng. The title of the article was ”Literary Criticism Should Not Exceed the Proper Limits.”

It seemed to have been written in a hurry. It was rather short—not as long as the last one, but the overall meaning was very clear. It expressed that rather than being all-inclusive toward network literature, there should be specific analysis of specific issues to guide and support the healthy and orderly development of network novels. Traditional literature and network literature were not antagonistic toward one another and could play a mutually reinforcing role.

The end of the article obscurely indicated that the content of the previous article had contained a mistake. Pi's novel should have been put on the list of recommended reading. However, due to the errors in writing and typesetting, it suffered unfair grievances. Here, the author wanted to express his sincere apologies to the novelist.

Zhang Zian finished reading in one breath and let out a long breath of relief. The dark cloud that had been pressing on his mind for many days was finally cleared away.

However, the explanation seemed suspicious. Was it really a mistake in writing and typesetting? With such a big name and such a large circulation of newspaper headlines, how could you send the manuscript to the editor without first proofreading it yourself? Considering this man's age, it was not entirely impossible to make such a mistake, but... He kept feeling that it was quite weird.

He could not consider all of that now. He trotted all the way back to the pet shop with the newspaper, went up to the second floor, took the newspaper excitedly on his desk, and pointed to Pi to read it.

”Pi, there's no need to worry, your novel's situation has been reversed!”

”Zhi zhi?”

The listless Pi was frightened by him, and he read the article carefully under his continuous urging.

”Unexpectedly, you were injured by mistake, which is unfortunate enough—but thanks to good luck that came out of bad things, this person's influence is great and you were recommended by name. The effect should be enough to compensate for the loss of the recommendation that was taken away before.”

”Zhi zhi?”

Pi was confused by a sudden twist and still did not dare to completely believe it.

Zhang Zian explained the stakes to it. This kind of newspaper was absolutely no joke. The obligatory message could also be used as side proof. In short, there was no longer any need to worry about it.

Pi repeatedly confirmed with him several times and got a positive answer. The expression on its face changed from dark to bright, and its whole body was full of energy. It remembered that today's chapter had not been written yet, sat upright, and began typing with clicking-clacking sounds.

Among the elfins, only Vladimir was still sleeping, and at this moment, he was woken up by their speaking. He quickly rolled out from under the bed, scratching the back of its head with its claws and yawning, and asked, ”It's so early, what are you guys so excited about?”

Zhang Zian wanted to tell everyone the good news, and immediately answered, ”Sorry, Vladimir, we woke you up. Pi's novel was readdressed. The man who wrote the article published another, indicating that he had made a mistake before.”

”Oh, that's very good.”

Vladimir was unmoved, like he had heard very ordinary information.