Chapter 85: Delicate is Very Apt!

As a literary man, there were only seven words in Dong Wenhao’s mind right now.

Anger flared up for the sake of a beauty.

These people clearly came with anger, if it wasn’t changed, they definitely wouldn’t give up.

Speaking of which, that Lu Feiyu was really unreliable, for a campus belle candidate’s character profile, using “pretty” would suffice, but you put “delicate” in there, isn’t that insulting?

What kind of girl can be described as delicate? That really means there’s nothing else to praise.

The nose is so-so, eyes are so-so, mouth is so-so, face shape is so-so, everywhere is so-so, meaning there’s no focal point to describe anywhere, so one can only solemnly say delicate.

If it was an ordinary girl, seeing this descriptor, she might accept it, but how could Liu Yiyi, the goddess of the Literature Department, not flip out being described this way.

“Feiyu, hurry and change it back, change it to national beauty, city toppler, ruiner of countries!”

Lu Feiyu puffed out his chest, really not giving any face at all: “I’m from the journalism department, I’ll be a reporter in the future, I feel any descriptions I write must be objective and fair!”

“Heh, you still dare say you’re objective and fair? You simply look down on my goddess!” The leading male student immediately started rolling up his sleeves.

Dong Wenhao quickly pulled Lu Feiyu up: “What’s wrong with you? Didn’t I say, a literary man’s integrity isn’t worth money.”

“But senior, I really can’t do something like telling a blatant lie!”

As soon as those words fell, Dong Wenhao’s face instantly paled, thinking it’s over, Lu Feiyu is definitely in for bad luck today.

Sure enough, hearing this sentence, the group of male students immediately couldn’t bear it, asking you to change it to national beauty is telling a blatant lie? This is even more outrageous than using delicate to describe Goddess Liu.

This Lu Feiyu was really stubborn, seeing the other side about to grab chairs, he still wasn’t willing to change it.

The atmosphere on site was tense, on the verge of erupting, feeling like a fight would break out in the next second.

The noisy sound in the office also penetrated the wooden door, letting the merchants in the hallway hear it clearly, all curiously looking into the room.

Just then, the door of 208 was suddenly pushed, but because there were too many people from the Literature Department, all crowded at the doorway, the door wasn’t pushed open, until the people in the back retreated a bit, the door barely opened a crack.

Jiang Qin squeezed in from outside the door, frowning and glancing at them: “What’s the situation? Not even letting the boss in?”

“Boss, the people from the Literature Department aren’t too satisfied with the character profile we wrote for Liu Yiyi.” Dong Wenhao told the truth.

“This little fart is worth getting worked up over? Just change it, the website is dead but people are alive, what are you unsatisfied with?”

“Lu Feiyu’s descriptor for Liu Yiyi is delicate.”

Jiang Qin was also stunned after hearing this, thinking isn’t that an insult? No wonder these people all showed up at the door: “Hurry and change it, change it to national beauty, pretty as a flower.”

“Pretty as a flower won’t do!” The leader had high demands, pretty as a flower wasn’t acceptable, pretty as a flower was insulting.

“Okay okay, crying like a dream, dreamy as an illusion, pretty as anything works, change it and hurry up and leave, customers are coming later, blocking the doorway, what kind of look is that?”

After hearing this, Lu Feiyu immediately couldn’t accept it: “Boss, character profiles require truth, can’t tell blatant lies!”

“Fuck, you’re still saying that?!”

A few male students suddenly picked up chairs, raising them over their heads, murderous, a big fight on the verge of breaking out.

Jiang Qin was exasperated, thinking are all these people doing literary creations this stubborn?

Just then, the door opened a crack again, Feng Nanshu walked in with a drooping little face, still hung up on not getting the boss’s wife certificate, making her expression even colder.

Huh?

The male students from the Literature Department froze for a moment, unconsciously putting down the chairs, four parts dazed in their eyes, the rest all stunned by her beauty.

Wait a minute…

This is the real campus belle, right?

This is the beauty to topple countries and ruin cities, right?!

In comparison, Goddess Liu and the two words “delicate” are simply a perfect match.

Not bad, not bad, delicate is good.

It’s also strange, they just felt praising someone as delicate was a bit insulting, how did it suddenly become so apt?

Chinese culture is indeed vast and profound, bringing completely different feelings at different times and places.

“Anyway, I won’t change it, when I describe character profiles, I uphold seeking truth from facts, have you heard this saying? How can one lower his head before power and wealth, making me unable to smile happily!” Lu Feiyu was still spouting lines.

The lead person frowned: “Fine, you little brat got guts, if you won’t change it then don’t change it!”

In the evening around six o’clock, brilliant clouds blazed across the sky.

Liu Yiyi returned to the dorm from the teaching building, the first thing she did was open the Zhihu forum, then flipped to her own character profile, then right-clicked the mouse, constantly refreshing, staring unblinkingly at the computer screen.

But to her disappointment, the two words “delicate” still existed in her profile, without the slightest change, making her feel very irritated.

Liu Yiyi opened the discussion group, @-mentioned the person who said they would help her get justice before.

“Cui Qiang, did you go to 208?”

“I went, I brought over twenty people, even saw the website’s boss.” Cui Qiang replied very quickly.

After hearing this, Liu Yiyi’s eyebrows stood up: “Then why are the two words ‘delicate’ still in my character profile?”

“Actually, I feel the two words ‘delicate’ are very apt.”

“???????????”

At the same time, in the Literature Department dorm on the East Campus, Cui Qiang opened the website’s post function, his fingers flying rapidly on the keyboard, typing out a short article, using all sorts of flowery words like “stunning enough to make fish sink and geese fall”, “outshining the moon and shaming the flowers”, “national beauty”, “fairy descending to the mortal world”, describing Feng Nanshu as simply more fairy-like than a fairy.

If Dong Wenhao saw this post, he would definitely give an extremely high evaluation from a professional perspective.

Why?

Because this character profile was written too perfectly, one could feel that goddess aura between the lines.

But Dong Wenhao was destined to not see this character profile, because Cui Qiang gripped the mouse, just as he clicked send, a prompt box popped up on his computer screen.

“Fuck, what does it mean my post content involves sensitive words?”

“No way, check it again!”

From dusk to sunset, from sunset to night, Cui Qiang checked seven or eight times, resent it five times, finally giving up after his account was prompted to be banned for 24 hours.

Damn, it feels like some mysterious force is strangling his throat through the internet cable!

He looked at the three flowers in his account, opened Liu Yiyi’s voting page again, the mouse hovered over the vote button for a long time, but still didn’t click it.

Nothing else, he just suddenly felt this competition was a bit of a farce.