v4 Chapter 134： Not disappointed (1/2)

Shakespeare's fruit is very particular about eating.

Not only did he use a golden fruit plate, but he also had a special maid waiting on him, feeding the grapes into his mouth, and catching the pit he spit out with both hands.

At first, Zhang Heng thought it was the maid of the manor to Shakespeare, until the best-selling fantasy author greeted that maid-like woman, and Zhang Heng didn't realize that the latter was also the author who was invited to the villa.

Shakespeare listened to the best-selling fantasy female author introducing Zhang Heng in a respectful tone, but there was no response. Until a moment later, his brow suddenly frowned, but he spat out the grape that had just been fed into his mouth. sour.”

The female writer who served him on the side could not help but panicked. ”I asked the kitchen to bring two new strings.”

”No need, so be it, I have almost eaten too.”

While talking, Shakespeare wiped his mouth gracefully with his napkin, and then turned his head and glanced at Zhang Heng.

”Do you want to learn writing from me?”

”I thought about it before, but now I don't want to.” Zhang Heng said.

Shakespeare was a little surprised, as if he did not expect that there would be people in this world who would refuse his guidance.

As soon as Zhang Heng said this, the two female writers on the other side also changed colors.

”You know who I am, right,” Shakespeare confirmed again to be safe. ”Who is the most famous writer in your era?”

”William Shakespeare.” Zhang Heng did not deny either.

Shakespeare’s stern face eased a little after hearing this sentence, ”Then my works, ”The Merchant of Venice”, ”King Lear”, ”Macbeth”, of course, ”Romeo and Juliet” are also the same. Is it popular?”

”As far as I know, this is the case.” Zhang Heng said.

”Interesting, that's the question,” Shakespeare looked at Zhang Heng. ”I listened to Professor McGonagall's introduction. She said that you want to create a popular book. Then there are people in this world who are more suitable to be your teachers than me. Is it?”

Without waiting for Zhang Heng’s answer, Shakespeare continued, “Not to mention, I’m still one of the 12 judges. The winners of each month’s story meeting are selected by me and the other eleven. I know that people who can come to this villa may lack everything, but they have no shortage of talents, that is to say...”

Shakespeare paused, ”The competition in the story will be very fierce. Although there are twelve judges, the final outcome may only be a little bit behind the decimal point. You are still young, and you don’t want to be like those old ghosts. Stay here.”

Zhang Heng could hear the threat from the man facing him.

But his expression remained the same, he just bowed slightly, ”Farewell.”

After saying this, Zhang Heng turned around and left without regard to Shakespeare's reaction.

In fact, the last one he bowed and respected was not the living Shakespeare sitting in front of him, but the literary giant who left an immortal chapter in the history of literature.