Rebirth As a Writer In Britain

At nine o'clock the next day, after the organizer arranged a breakfast for the semi-finalists, everyone went to the hall together, and then prepared to announce the results of this year's literature competition.

The other contestants had nervous expressions on their faces, and they all prayed in their hearts that God would bless them.

But Kevin didn't believe that. He just sat in his seat silently, occasionally watching those beautiful staff members in super short suits walking around.

As the editor-in-chief of London Literary Publishing House, Ennie also attended the press conference. At this time, she saw Kevin, and saw that this confident teenager was still full of confidence at this time.

As time progressed, many media people also walked in one after another, and soon, there was no one absent in the announcement hall.

The United Kingdom in this parallel world is different. They attach so much importance to literature that even a competition can touch the hearts of everyone.

"Well, gentlemen and ladies, I am very happy to welcome you to this exciting moment. With the support and help of everyone, today is the time to announce the ranking of the 7th London Literary Competition. Who will be the winner of this year's Literary Competition Where is the champion of the competition? I think you must be very eager to know..."

A beautiful hostess passionately introduced everything about this literary competition on the stage. After she finished her introduction, it was time for the judges to go up and announce the nouns. First of all, it will be announced from the third place, that is, the third place.

Curry was assigned to reveal the champion, and when he stepped onto the center of the stage, there was instant applause in the hall. Yes, this applause is for Curry, but more is for the champion.

"Who will be the champion of this literary contest?"

"Yeah, I'm also looking forward to it. You know, the annual champions are doing very well now."

"I think it may be Kaka. After all, he also entered the semi-finals last time. This time he has experience."

Enni glanced at Kevin secretly, he was still the same, not nervous, not impatient, like a master with a lot of experience.

"Okay, everyone, I am very happy. I will announce the number of champions. First of all, as a senior in the British literary field, I would like to express here that no matter who wins this literary competition, I, Curry, will continue to support it. His writing," Curry said first.

"Then, next, it's time to announce the champion. Well, I won't be too long-winded. This is the champion work of this year's literary competition. The title is "Meditation on a Broom". Who is the author in it, we also No idea. Now it's up to me to unpack this message."

So, Curry gently opened the paper that sealed the author's information column, and then looked at the names inside. The whole face is a surprised expression.

Although he was surprised that it would be this person, Curry quickly stabilized his expression, and then excitedly announced to everyone: "The champion of this year's literary competition is Stephen Kevin. His work is "About a Broom" "Meditations", please come to the stage to accept the trophy."

As soon as the words came out, Enni looked at Kevin with her beautiful mouth wide open in surprise. Unexpectedly, he was really the champion of this year's literature competition. He was so awesome, so confident, so confident that he could predict the result.

All of this was within Kevin's expectation. How could that representative work from the great British essayist Swift fail to impress the judges? So, at this moment, he stood up without haste, and then walked towards the center of the hall.

When Kevin stood up and walked towards the center,

Everyone was stunned.

"It's him? Isn't he the guy who submitted the work in ten minutes?"

"Yeah, isn't it amazing? It's unbelievable to finish a work in ten minutes and win the championship of the most authoritative competition."

"I thought he would be the one who wrote more than a hundred words? I didn't expect him to be the one who wrote the classic." Santos said to himself at this time.

"Yeah, that's what I thought at the time. But I didn't expect the result to be completely opposite. But that's okay, it proves that this guy is an absolute literary genius."

"Well, only literary geniuses have this ability. If it were me, I wouldn't have the confidence to complete such an excellent work within ten minutes, and the title was just a temporary one."

The people present were so surprised, so surprised that Kevin walked to the center of the podium, and they didn't applaud yet.

"Everyone, let's congratulate Kevin with applause, shall we?" Curry reminded.

At this time, they remembered what they had forgotten. As a result, warm applause rang out instantly for a full thirty-eight seconds.

After thirty-eight seconds of applause, Curry had a chance to speak.

Curry said again: "Dear Kevin, congratulations, your work has touched the hearts of every one of our judges, so we have to give you this championship. Oh, tell you one thing, you also created Fastest time ever for our literary contest. You are a terrific writer."

As soon as Curry finished speaking, the applause broke out again.

"Okay, now let's invite the chairman of the London Literary Publishing House to present this championship trophy to Kevin, please."

After Curry finished speaking, the chairman of the London Literary Publishing House smiled and walked onto the central podium, and enthusiastically presented the trophy to Kevin.

For a moment, all the cameras and eyes were on Kevin, and Kevin felt extremely refreshed. In the previous life, I was used to rushing around on the earth, and I have never tried this kind of treatment. Now I can finally experience it.

"Okay, dear Kevin, can you tell me how you feel at the moment?" the beautiful host asked with a smile on her face.

Kevin held the trophy firmly in his hand, and then gave the audience a handsome smile.

So handsome, so handsome that Enni, a divorced widow in her thirties, instantly melted the iceberg in her heart.

"Thank you for the thirty-eight seconds of applause. Don't ask me why I know it is thirty-eight seconds, because a writer's mind is quiet, so quiet that he can count the sounds of dust."

The applause rang out again.

"First of all, I don't know why I finished a work within ten minutes. Anyway, at that moment, I felt that my brain was full of inspiration." Kevin continued.

"Okay, I think I need to thank you all. Apart from thanking God, there is nothing else to say. I will write more good works, thank you for your support."

After speaking, Kevin returned to his seat with the trophy.

"Stupid, why don't you take this opportunity to promote "Jane Eyre"? You must know that this is the best opportunity." Editor-in-chief Enni said anxiously to herself on the stage.

As soon as Kevin took his seat, the unselected contestants cast envious and admiring eyes on him.

"Congratulations, Kevin. I didn't expect you to be so talented."

"Yeah, Kevin, you're amazing."

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Only Kevin knows in his heart that all this has just begun, and he, who has the memory of the British writer in his previous life on Earth, will continue his great creative career in this parallel world in England in the days to come.