After rebirth, I became a great writer

Chapter 330 The No. 1 Science Fiction Person in China

"Yin and Yang are divided into two ways, and both humans and ghosts are different. People know ghosts and are terrified. Ghosts know ghosts and people's hearts are poisonous. Day is on the left and dark night is on the right. People are on the right. In fact, they are on the same thought.

"The bell rang at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night and Liu Xiaodong suddenly woke up. This is not the first time he woke up at this time. Perhaps it was because the old wall clock in the living room was too loud, or perhaps because of the nightmare he had been repeatedly doing in recent days. Since he moved into this house, he has never had a stable sleep."

"At this time, the room was pitch black and there was no light to be found. It was silent and even the sound of breathing could be heard. When recalling the nightmare he had just had, Liu Xiaodong shook his head in horror, sweating all over his head, and the fear, helplessness, fearlessness, and no one could say it."

"He began to search for his mobile phones everywhere in a hurry. The mobile phone became the only life-saving straw at present. However, after Liu Xiaodong searched through the entire bed, he still couldn't touch it. Just when he wanted to get out of bed and walk to the bedroom door to turn on the light, a star of light suddenly appeared in the room, and the light looked very much like the backlight of the mobile phone screen."

"Liu Xiaodong looked at it with surprise, and just one glance, his pupils instantly dilated. Through the picture reflected by his eyes, we can know that the light was indeed emitted by his mobile phone, but what was surprising was that the mobile phone actually floated in the air beside the bed.

Looking more carefully, I suddenly realized that it was not floating. There was a pale hand holding the phone. Because the light was weak, I couldn't see clearly for a while."

"At this time, a strange sound came from under the bed. The sound penetrated deep into the bone marrow and was still tempting. Liu Xiaodong actually had the idea of ​​stretching his head to look under the bed."

"So the question is, will you look at the bottom of your bed at this moment?"

To be continued!

"I'm looking at you, a big-headed ghost. I read a few hundred words. Finally, you'll give me this one. Bah! It's so enchanting, a garbage book, a garbage author!"

Li Huafei spat hard and decisively moved the book out of the bookshelf. Such an author must not be spoiled.

Just as he wanted to find a book to suit his taste, he suddenly felt a little cold in his neck. Before he could turn around, he saw a pale and bloodless hand reaching in front of his face.

The bell rings at 12 o'clock

Even though Li Huafei often reads supernatural novels and his psychological quality is better than that of ordinary people, his calves cannot help but start to spin.

"My condom is not so effective! Did any author write something out from under the bed?"

Gripping his teeth, he suddenly looked back and saw a pale and bloodless face that was reflected in his eyes. However, when Li Huafei saw this face, he breathed a sigh of relief and said helplessly.

"Wife, don't apply a facial mask in the middle of the night, so you can walk behind me quietly, which will be scary."

"Tsk, who makes you like to run to the living room to play with your phone in the middle of the night? Why? Can't you lie down in the bedroom?"

"Hehe, the living room is quiet, it's more atmosphere!"

"Then do you mean you think I'm quarrel?"

"I dare not, I dare not! Let's go, my wife, let's go back to the house."

Li Huafei smiled and half-pushed and half-wrugged his wife back to the bedroom.

Just as he lay on the bed, his wife had already taken the tablet and looked sweet soap opera, and forced Li Huafei to watch it with her.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Li Huafei was so sleepy that his two eyelids started to fight.

"Hmph, if you are sleepy, go to bed. I'll take a break after watching this episode."

Li Huafei felt relieved. He really couldn't get any interest in such a TV series.

As for why I didn’t be a good man and watched this episode with my wife, the reason was very simple. The episode in my wife’s mouth was not one episode, but N episodes. He really couldn’t accompany me.

Li Huafei was about to lie down to meet Zhou Gong, but a pleasant "ding dong" sound came from the phone next to the bed. He hurriedly picked up his phone and saw that it was indeed the news that the novel APP’s bookshelf prompted for updates, or the novel "I Have a Mysterious House" he recently followed.

This novel is a detective reasoning, plus supernatural and mysterious analysis. In addition to being slower updates, it is very popular with Li Huafei's appetite in other aspects.

As a result, after he opened the updated chapter of the novel with hope, Li Huafei was so angry that he almost threw away his phone. It turned out that the updated content had nothing to do with the novel itself, and it was a chapter recommendation, commonly known as Zhangtui.

"Damn, Black Cat, you're too much. If you don't update the novel properly, what are you recommending it! Hey, I'm not recommending the book, the TV series "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"? The one from Hongwen?"

Li Huafei first complained that the black cat in his mouth was not the author's pen name, but the name given to him by fans, because he often updates at night and has the physique of a night owl, called the black cat for short.

Although Li Huawei is a veteran detective and a fan of supernatural novels, he usually doesn't read other categories of novels, but he still knows some things about Hongwen. There is no way, he is too famous.

So Li Huafei opened his mobile browser and searched for news about "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". The first one was a link to a promotional video. Click in to play, and the sound of the golden swords and iron horses rang out.

Five or six minutes later, the promotional video ended. Before Li Huafei could say anything, his wife asked, and somehow she finished watching it.

"Huafei, this TV series looks good! We can watch it on October 1st."

"Well, you can check it out, but Hongwen is just a writer, not a screenwriter. I hope the content of the main film can be the same as the promotional film."

Li Huafei replied, after watching the promotional video, he had no intention of going to sleep anymore, found the Qingcheng app on his mobile phone, and entered the four big words "Tianlong Bazi". He decided to read the original novel first, so that he would feel more immersive when watching TV series.

There were many such cases this night. Many readers who had never read "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" began to pay attention because of their favorite author Zhang Tui.

It's late at night, people are not asleep, and many people are destined tonight

The orange lights in the study were warm and quiet, and the tea cups beside them no longer had heat, but the tea fragrance was still everywhere. Cao Xingde, who was sitting in front of the desk, was extremely anxiously knocking on the desktop. On the computer screen in front of him, there was a full English website. It seemed to be a voting interface.

The TT avatar in the lower right corner of the desktop was beating, but Cao Xingde had no intention of looking at it because the voting process was over, so there was no need to go to the group to read the news. Now the only thing he could do was wait and wait for the final result to come out.

"Dingling"

A noisy cell phone ringtone made Cao Xingkui even more annoyed, but the people who could still call him so late must be all acquaintances, so he could only take out his cell phone, and the screen showed that the phone was called by Zou Yingde.

"Hey, Lao Cao, haven't been asleep yet?"

"Hmph, I asked knowingly, but I didn't come out. I can sleep!"

"Haha, don't be so anxious! I haven't slept yet, I'm waiting for news! Lao Cao, you all voted, right?"

"I have invested, and all registered members in China have invested, so I've watched it myself."

"That shouldn't be a big problem"

"Old Zou, you don't know that the proportion of members of the Kimpler Prize in our country is not high. In their Western countries, even if we all vote for the Three-Body Problem, it will not play a decisive role."

Upon hearing this, Zou Yingde on the other side of the phone was silent. He knew that Cao Xingkui was right. In terms of understanding the Kimpler Prize, no one in China is more familiar with him.

The Kimpler Prize is also known as the "World Science Fiction Achievement Award". The Kimpler is called in the circle to commemorate the "father of science fiction" Kimpler Scott.

This is the highest international award in the field of science fiction literature. It is responsible for the overall assessment and award by the World Science Fiction Association. It has strong autonomy and even cultural and educational organizations can only participate, but do not have the final assessment rights.

Moreover, the Science Fiction Association is not headquartered in New York, America, but in London, England, because Kimpler Scott's hometown is in London.

The Kimpler Prize is evaluated every two years. First, it decides the selection project and selection method at the meeting of the Science Fiction Association headquarters, and then notifies the association members to nominate high-quality works.

Most of the members of the association are famous science fiction writers from various countries and readers who love science fiction novels. Of course, ordinary readers cannot become members. The science fiction association has its own member review system, and is basically from the elite class.

Although there are many science fiction writers and elites in China, due to certain reasons, those who can become members are slightly worse than those in Western countries, not only in China, but most of the Eastern countries are like this.

After the members nominate works, they will be evaluated uniformly by the organizing committee of the current session. They will screen out the candidate list based on different award categories. In principle, each award will be made public to the whole world after confirmation. The public announcement will take 1-2 months. If there are any objections during this period, you can give opinions to the organizing committee.

If there is no objection, all members of this conference will vote for the final voting. The voting method can be online or offline. The counting and announcement of votes will be conducted in a translucent manner. The final result is to determine the winners of this session based on the number of votes.

It is obvious that tonight is the time to announce the votes, so Cao Xingkui is so anxious. Not only him, but all the science fiction writers in China are waiting anxiously.

They were full of hope and were nervous. Their hope came from their confidence in "The Three-Body Problem". The anxiety was because of "not confident", because only a few science fiction writers from Eastern countries have won the Kimpler Prize in previous sessions, and none of them in China have been there.

To put it bluntly, if even "The Three-Body Problem" cannot win an award, there will be no hope in the next few years. As for now, it will be difficult for science fiction novels in China that exceed "The Three-Body Problem" to appear in a while, and even Chen Tianhong himself may not be able to write them.

"Old Cao, please relax. Even if Western countries target them, they must pay attention to one degree. I don't believe they dare to take the big picture of the world. Which science fiction novel can compare with "The Three-Body Problem" in the past two years is your new book. Ahem."

Zou Yingde was silent for a while, and then comforted his old friend, but as he spoke, he said it and quickly coughed twice to cover it up.

"Haha, you're right. My new work is not as good as "Three Body"! It's nothing. Ice is born in water and colder than water. It's better than a teacher than a student. It's better than a disciple than a master. It means that disciples are better than masters. Tianhong's child's talent is better than me. It's just a matter of time before he writes works that surpass me."

Cao Xingkui said in an extremely sighing tone.

"Okay, Lao Cao, don't be verbally pronounced. My teeth will be sore when I hear it. If I have a student like Tianhong, I can wake up in my dreams with a smile, but your apprentice is not authentic!"

"We stayed up late here and waited for the news and worried about him. Not only did this kid not care at all, but instead promoted some TV series. I just saw him posting messages on social platforms."

"Old Cao, if you have time, you have to talk about him. You should calm down and write. What script should you write well!"

"Well, my apprentice is too old to have a master! Let him decide on Tianhong's affairs by himself."

Cao Xingkui instead advised Zou Yingde to come. He had helped Chen Tianhong pave all the literary paths in the future, but this person did not take the ordinary path and surpassed his predecessors in every path, even making the older generation ashamed.

While they were chatting, they gradually turned white far away from the Atlantic Ocean, the rising sun began to shroud this land.

Mr. Yan Shanqing, the representative of China in the cultural and educational organization, sat in the restaurant and ate breakfast elegantly, just like an oriental version of an old gentleman. Only the secretary sitting beside him knew that he was not as calm as he looked.

"Old Yan, there should be no problem, Mr. Gangbak is not talking and laughing with you."

The secretary asked carefully and tentatively. To be honest, he was also worried that it was no longer Chen Tianhong's own business to win the award at the moment.

"The old guy Buck has always smiled at people. He has no prejudice against "The Three-Body Problem", but this is not in New York, but in London. The real decision-making power depends on the science fiction association. Buck has an impact on them, but not too much, and I."

As he spoke, Yan Shanqing was not in the mood to eat breakfast.

He was invited by the Science Fiction Association as a special guest to be a witness, and Buck was the same, but the witness only witnesses, which was earlier than Cao Xingkui and Zou Yingde who were in China.

"Let's go, go! When you go to the synagogue, the Westerners must really dare to use small tricks. I will also reason with them after trying this old bone."

Yan Shanqing pushed the plate suddenly, stood up, waved his sleeves, and walked towards the science fiction association's hall. His steps were quite astonishing as "The wind was whistling and the Yishui was cold, and the hero would never return once he left!"

After they came to the synagogue and found a seat to sit down, the evaluation ceremony was about to begin. England is still very time-consuming. The so-called evaluation ceremony is very simple, and even the process of introducing leaders and guests is omitted.

That is, the person in charge of the organizing committee went up and briefly said it, and then officially began to announce the winners of each award. As for the number of votes received by each candidate work, it will not be announced at the evaluation ceremony, but will be announced after the results are released.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the work I announced below that I won the 98th Kinple's Best Science Fiction Short Story Award is the "Star" by English writer Clark."

Applause rang out in the venue, and Yan Shanqing also clapped and sent polite blessings.

Kimpler's awards are divided into three categories: one is personal works (a prize is awarded to a work), the second is figures (a prize is awarded to an individual), and the third is series of publications (the award is aimed at the publication of published works around the world)

The last two basically have nothing to do with Chen Tianhong, because he is too young for the World Science Fiction Association, and the honorary awards of characters will not be given to him in this session. The third publication, even though the sales volume of "The Three-Body Problem" is very good, the time is too short after all, and the total sales cannot be compared with the old works.

Of course, the most valuable ones are one and two, and three are just a big deal.

"The work that won the Best Science Fiction Short Novella Award is "The Emperor of Mars" by American writer Steele."

The applause continued off the court, but Yan Shanqing did not applaud this time. It was not because he had any opinions about the writer, but because it was the best novel next, which was the moment that determined the fate of "The Three-Body Problem".

"The work that won the Best Science Fiction Novel Award is "The Three-Body Problem" from the Chinese writer Hongwen!"

The audience was applauding. In fact, Yan Shanqing was already trembling with excitement when he heard the word "Huaxia". Everything finally settled. Today is definitely a day that can be recorded in history, and it is a day that can make countless science fiction fans cry.

When the English words of Hongwen and "The Three-Body Problem" resounded throughout the venue, Yan Shanqing seemed to have seen the energetic boy who had just appeared on the world stage a few months ago, and now.

"He has truly become the number one person in science fiction in China! He is only 21 years old!"

Yan Shanqing whispered in a low voice.

ps: The beginning of this chapter consumes a little more writing and a little foreshadowing!

(End of this chapter)