Interstellar Favorite Superstar

Su Tan was exhausted. Before going to bed, the consciousness of drowsiness gradually came. He struggled and complained softly with his big cousin: "I have a business tomorrow. Then. "

Just listening, the big cousin's deep voice chuckled and opened his mouth. "What are you doing? I'll see the male **** tomorrow."

Su Tan: "..."

Simple cousin, how can you tell him the truth tomorrow?

Tangled, he fell into a deep sleep.

In the early morning of the next morning, Sutan was still awake with a quilt, and Hayden stood up and stared at him quietly for a while, printed a kiss on his forehead, and left.

When Sutan woke up, he felt comfortable in the bed for a while, then finally woke up.

He looked into the room and found that no big cousin could be seen in the room. Only the warm breakfast was placed on the table. His body was fresh and refreshing. The time to get up to the exchange meeting was just right.

Su Tan could not help but be curious, while walking to the venue, while sending a message to his big cousin, asking: "Aren't you saying that you will go to the exchange today to see the male god?"

"Haiden: I've seen it already :)."

Sutan :? ? ?

He was a little confused, wondering when the big cousin had seen it. I don't have time to think about it now, and hurried to the scene of the exchange meeting.

The site of the ancient earth cultural exchange was not far from this hotel. Sutan walked for ten minutes and went outside the venue.

The wide and stretched banner stands at the entrance of the exhibition. It is actually handwritten calligraphy. The elegant font is matched with a red background. It is inexplicable and gracious.

Su Tan admired his head, recognizing that the calligraphy on this banner is exactly the same as the font of the "Chang'an" avatar, presumably it is the writing of this great god.

The splash of ink and calligraphy can't help making people feel amazed.

Unfortunately, there are few admirers in the interstellar era. With the decline of the ancient earth culture and the rare heritage, the ancient earth's ancient books, books, paintings and other civilizations passed down from the long river of history are very scarce.

Many items that only exist in the world are stored in the hands of some big families, which causes ordinary people to have even less access.

According to the feelings of "Chang'an" when he communicated with Su Tan on Weibo, he learned that the ancient earth cultural exchange conference held every year is now slowly degrading into a small circle of communication activities. Few, not to mention ordinary people, say that academic circles are still willing to study with intent.

Su Tan walked into the gate of the Convention and Exhibition Center, and the atmosphere was warm in the conference hall at this time. Several older scholars and professors were in groups of three or five, chatting and exchanging information with each other.

Many young people were also in the venue, each of them gathered in a good relationship with each other and greeted each other with a smile on their faces.

Su Tan couldn't help but feel lucky. It was a time to come by himself. He looked up and looked for the figure of "Chang'an" in the crowd.

After a short while, I saw a young man standing upright and striding towards himself, and from a distance he saw the smile on the other's face. It was not too warm, but it just made people feel kind.

"you are--"

Before the other party spoke, Su Tan quickly greeted him and introduced with a smile: "Chang'an is big, just call me Su Tan."

"Chang'an" raised his lips and looked at each other's slender and straight body. Although he was young enough to surprise himself, his calm and generous temperament made him feel inexplicable. It's as easy and effortless as it was when you met online.

Immediately, "Chang'an" also smiled and instructed: "Hello, I'm Ji Changan."

"Brother Ji." Su Tan shouted honestly.

Ji Changan smiled, and found a copy of the schedule of the meeting for Su Tan from the meeting site, and asked him to read the meeting schedule.

After a while, under the guidance of Changan, he entered a small discussion and exchange meeting room. He deliberately picked up a back seat and sat down. He saw a lot of young people seated around him. Familiar with.

A few minutes later, the door of the conference room was suddenly opened. Several older scholars and professors rushed in and sat at the main conference table of the round table in the center of the seminar room.

"Meeting."

The voice of an old elder sounded, and the meeting room quickly became quiet.

In the large conference room, there are only forty or fifty people, most of them are very old professors and experts and scholars, and some of the young people attending the conference are students brought by the professors.

Every year the ancient earth culture exchange meeting does not prohibit outsiders from entering, but the declining ancient earth culture can attract very few ordinary people. Gradually developed into recent years, it has completely reduced to a gathering of academic circles.

Zhou Fengren, who is sitting high on the conference table's main seat, is over seventy years old. At this moment, he quietly lifted his eyes and watched the old folks who were getting old by the conference table, and he was very booing.

He spoke in a low voice and, according to the habits of previous years, raised the topic of this year's communication as usual. "In the past year, what are the results of your research, let's exchange views."

Hearing such a serious and solemn topic, Su Tan immediately took out a small book and pen from his backpack, carefully opened it, and prepared to make a record.

Unexpectedly, the professors were polite first, and the young people smiled and talked about the experience first. The gentle tone was obviously quite fond of these young disciples, and the atmosphere of the whole exchange meeting was quite relaxed and pleasant.

When the young disciples shook off a group, and then started talking, they were not serious at all.

"My novel serialized on the Internet last year, the subscription ratio has dropped to 2000: 1, and it turned into a dog."

A young student began, with a blank face and a heart in his face, wondering what went wrong with his novel.

However, as soon as his words fell, another young man raised his hand immediately, "I was rejected by the website ten times!"

"No little angel, no more than double digits."

"300,000 words, 5 receipts, the only comment is that the reader said that I could not understand my article ..."

In a short time, the entire exchange meeting became a miserable conference.

Sutan couldn't help smiling.

"This year, I also opened a new book on the Star Fiction website." A big student stood up and talked, a little embarrassed on his face, as if a bit embarrassed. "Not so good."

Immediately, other people encouraged one after another: "Don't worry, speak out and listen and let the brothers and sisters have fun." Someone joked and immediately won the applause.

Even the elders and professors at the main conference table were quite forgiving and indulged in the enthusiasm and enthusiasm of the disciples.

Zhou Fengren smiled generously and mildly: "Xiao Tang, you are good or bad, talk about it."

A young man who had stood up before had a sense of confidence, and answered with a lip, "The novel has been published for more than half a year, the number of words has exceeded 1.2 million, and the collection has been 500."

Su Tan was surprised when he heard this unexpected answer.

This result can never be said well on the star novel website, it can even be said to be the type of data.

However, the people present heard that the time was uproaring and the audience was boiling up.

The man sitting next to him immediately patted him on the shoulder and almost beat the other side upside down, but shouted with envy and excitement in his mouth: "Big God! I don't see that you have this talent, and it's so uninteresting to achieve such a good result silently! This year's award must be yours! "

The audience immediately became lively.

At one of the tragic conferences, with the injection of this cardiotonic agent, a good start was finally made.

However, compared with the excitement of young people, in the hearts of several older professors and scholars on the stage, it is in their hearts. They looked at each other with a bitter smile, and found the astringency and silence in each other's eyes.

Zhou Fengren, who sat at the top of the exchange meeting, chuckled, but encouraged the young students with relief: "You all work very hard, it's good."

It is not easy to promote the ancient earth culture, and it has always been a common topic. The scholars and professors sitting at the meeting table Gao a little sighed, but more helpless.

Xu Zhaofeng, a very old professor next to him, was also sighed with a glance at the disappointment in the eyes of the students he brought.

It was a pity that none of his disciples had a talent for writing, and all of them made him return at the annual ancient earth cultural exchange conference.

If only the face is dumb, then every session of the ancient earth cultural exchange will give a rare baby as a reward to the younger generation of disciples, often making him eager.

According to what he heard, this year President Zhou Fengren took a great deal of effort to come up with a copy of an ancient book that was hardly passed down through the years and collected as a reward for this year.

Although it is only a copy, it was originally well-preserved in the Empire Library, but this is already a great honor.

Fortunately, he finally has the hole cards this year.

He coughed heavily and saw that his actions had attracted the attention of everyone in the venue. Then he said slowly: "I recently accepted a student."

This abrupt sentence immediately caught the attention of everyone in the venue. Xu Zhaofeng's tone was bland, as if it was just a trivial matter, but there was some pride and confidence that was difficult to hold.

"Coincidentally, he is also writing novels recently." Xu Zhaofeng said lightly, and everyone made everyone curious.

"I don't know who it is?" Zhou Fengren asked with a kind voice and a kind smile.

Xu Zhaofeng nodded arrogantly, introduced a handsome student who followed him to the crowd, and introduced: "This is it."

In his words, he immediately attracted everyone's attention. He couldn't help looking at the handsome and gentle boy, and unexpectedly found that the opposite side was Rong Junlang, and his lips were slightly gentle. Temperament, a little bit of curiosity in the hearts of those who saw it.

Xie Qinglin raised her lip corner and said with a loud smile, "Hello teachers, my name is Xie Qinglin, and the author on the Internet is Fuzi."

This gentle and rude name made the professors feel good, but there were those who liked the den on the Star Fiction website on a weekday, and heard his name, suddenly a flash of light, a thigh, immediately recognized his identity come out.

"The son of Fu Su? Aren't you the big painter who recently bet on ancient subjects on the Internet?"

A word of excitement immediately drew the attention of the entire venue. All the young people couldn't help but stand up and looked forward to that place.

Many people stunned.

"Where is this new student? No recent college admissions!"

"Brought foreign aid?"

"This foreign aid can also hit us, and get beaten up by the big new book of braised pork on the Internet."

"You also read the new book of braised pork !!! The copywriting has sprung up, it's so much fun!"

"Wait for a big post ~"

...

Suddenly the argument made Xie Qinglin's face stiff.

Ji Changan smiled with a curved lips and said, "Coincidentally, today's rookie author braised pork also arrived."

Su Tan: Suddenly shy

The first time I met with the little angels, no big cousin, great!