I am a writer

Chapter 159 Achievement points in hand! 【Subscribe】

While the outside world was guessing where the pre-sale of Qin Chuan's new book would be, he had to take time off to go to the mall to buy a new set of clothes.

I have to go to the awards ceremony tomorrow, and I just remembered to buy clothes and shoes today.

Fortunately, Star City shopping malls are everywhere. Although you can't buy ones that fit 100% of your figure, whoever makes him look good, the upper body effect is very good.

It is now May [-]th, and it is very commemorative to announce the [-]th Youth Literature Contest at this special time.

After Qin Chuan went home and hung the clothes in the closet, he put down the box in his hand.

It's impossible not to hurry up, readers' reminders are flying over like snowflakes.

The key now is that instead of sending blades, they are taking the Huairou route.

He even sent a letter to Qin Chuan!
Trying to use sincerity to get Qin Chuan to read more Braille, and encourage him with tolerance and understanding.

Everyone knows that this guy is a soft-spoken person.

However, it is estimated that everyone did not expect that others would send letters.

Now Qin Chuan has to bring a lot of letters home every day, making people in the same community think that a postman has moved back.

"Should I find a beautiful assistant to help me open the envelope, and then slowly read it out for me?"

Qin Chuan wanted to experience the feeling of adding fragrance to the red sleeves.

After he was a little tired writing the book, he got up to open the envelope and read it.

As for replying, it is impossible at all. If there are so many replies, it is estimated that there will be no time for codewords.

This guy has already quietly planned to buy two houses in Star City after finishing writing "Suspect X", one for living and the other for letters.

Don't ask anything, just ask for money!

The copyright fee of Haichuan Media has already arrived, and after deducting the 10% commission of Xingzhe Culture and related taxes, there are still more than 1000 million.

Coupled with the previous manuscript fees and copyright income, it is time to consider buying a house.

Because of work, he doesn't plan to buy too far away. It would be best if it is near Star City University of Science and Technology. This way, the range of choices will be much smaller, and the difficulty will also increase.

Anyway, not in a hurry, let the intermediary pay attention to it first.

After three days in a row, Qin Chuan discovered that "The Devotion of Suspect X" was written by himself for almost one-third, and he will be able to officially meet the readers in a few days.

This is also the difference between physical books and online novels.

Most of the time, online novels meet with readers as soon as they are written, and the author makes certain revisions and improvements to the outline plot or characters based on readers' feedback.

The physical book can only get feedback after it is published and listed. Even if it needs to be revised, it will not take a day or two. It will take a lot of effort to revise it on a large scale, which is no less difficult than rewriting a book.

"Damn it, you actually forgot such an important thing, did you really fall into the curse of the physical education teacher?"

PE teachers who don't teach math are not good authors.

Originally, Qin Chuan's plot was written with ease, but as soon as he wrote it, he came to the story of Shi Hong and Tang Chuan's acquaintance when they were students.

Qin Chuan was a little confused by the discussion of mathematics by two geniuses.

I have to turn on the overclocking state of the brain to learn and understand relevant information first, so as not to show timidity when writing.

Anyway, he won't take the exam, he just needs to be familiar with these materials.

Although readers may not be able to understand these things, it is fine to let them not understand, but Qin Chuan is still unwilling to be perfunctory.

At least it has to be done right.

To save the math bigwigs from knowing at a glance that this so-called math genius Shi Hong is nothing more than that.

Small probability events cannot be ignored at all!

We are clearly standing on the shoulders of giants, so we should improve these details.

Live and learn.

Qin Chuan never imagined that he would have to become a math lover.

I don't want to be able to give proof, but I just want to know some interesting things.

Writing is hard!
No wonder I lose so much hair every time I wash my hair.

Overuse your brain!
In his previous life, Qin Chuan chose liberal arts because the mathematics of liberal arts was easier. Who knew that he would meet again after so many years.

Enemy road is narrow.

In the study late at night, Qin Chuan pulled his hair, as if he had been crushed by life.

who am I?
Where am I?

Why should I study math?
Even related mathematical anecdotes are highly hypnotic.

Whether any map on the plane and the sphere can be distinguished by four colors.

This problem was a bit difficult when there were no computers. After computers became available, it was proved by two scholars from the University of Illinois.

Although the proof is correct, it uses a computer as an aid, and the proof is not beautiful enough.

Fortunately, Shi Hong in "Suspect X" only needs to show his talent in mathematics once or twice, otherwise Qin Chuan would have to eat a lot of walnuts, black sesame seeds, and Polygonum multiflorum, and he couldn't stop it with Bawang!

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It felt great to attend the award ceremony during working hours. After eating steamed buns and millet porridge at home, Qin Chuan changed into formal clothes and arrived at the gate of the community before the online taxi arrived.

But a familiar face made him stop and ask, "Are you okay, classmate?"

The female student with the bag on her back was sitting on the side of the road with a pale complexion. She was the owner of the parrot next door, and Qin Chuan forgot to ask her name all the time.

"Teacher Qin, I'm fine. Maybe I didn't sleep all night last night, and now my head is a little dizzy. I just need to sit down."

Having said that, Qin Chuan felt that the girl might have hypoglycemia.

Even strangers should be concerned, let alone neighbors and owners of Parrot Pippi.

He glanced at the online car-hailing car for a few minutes before arriving, so he quickly went to the breakfast stall next to the community to buy two marinated eggs and a bowl of eight-treasure porridge.

"Don't study too hard, there is still half a year to take the postgraduate entrance examination, enough time."

"Thank you, Mr. Qin, I'll transfer the money to you."

"No, no, take a break and eat something, I'll leave first if I have something else to do."

After speaking, Qin Chuan saw the reserved car parked more than ten meters away, and quickly walked forward.

Xie Dan held her cheek with her hands. Her head had been feeling dizzy recently. She thought it was because she was too tired from studying.

It was especially serious today, and I almost fell on the side of the road.

After taking a sip of the steaming eight-treasure porridge, she recovered a little bit of energy, "If you have time, you must go to the hospital. If you haven't come home all night, Xiaopi will demolish the house!"

Thinking of this, Xie Dan patted the dust on his pants, stood up and walked home, it would be better to lie down on the sofa and rest.

Qin Chuan in the car didn't see Xie Dan get up at all, so he shook his head.

I strongly disapprove of this practice of studying all night.

People are extremely tired in the middle of the night, even if they force themselves to cheer up, it is not efficient, it can be said that it is half the effort with twice the effort.

The most critical point is that staying overnight will also affect the physical and mental conditions of the next day.

Just like the girl is now, the day that is just used for studying is wasted!

However, Qin Chuan has never taken the postgraduate entrance examination, so he doesn't know what this sense of urgency is all about.

The worries about Xie Dan disappeared after a few minutes.

I have to take it as a warning that efficiency is the most important thing, not piling up time.

The Star City Cultural Center is more than 20 kilometers away from the community, and it happens to be the rush hour for commuting. It is not wrong for Qin Chuan to choose to leave early.

Now the traffic is slow, and the traffic lights are about to go crazy.

It was only 08:30 when we arrived at the cultural center, which was half an hour earlier than the start time of the event.

In addition to the local writers in Star City, the National Writers Association has thoughtfully prepared hotel accommodation for participating writers and judges from other provinces and cities.

These people were the first to arrive.

After all, there is no traffic jam on foot.

The event did not prepare for the red carpet link. After Qin Chuan took out his invitation card at the entrance, he completed the sign-in in the guest information.

There were a lot of people in the museum, and he didn't know any of them, so he always felt a little out of place.

Fortunately, there are many authors like him, and everyone smiled and nodded tacitly.

After all, there are only a few writers who are good at dancing.

After seeing his name tag, Qin Chuan sat down with a sigh of relief.

The awards ceremony looked like it could accommodate 500 people. On his left was a young man wearing glasses, who just turned his eyes away from his phone.

The mobile phone is really a good invention. If there is any embarrassing scene or you don’t want to talk, just lower your head and play with the mobile phone together.

"Hello, I like your book "Metamorphosis" very much. I just found myself sitting next to you, and I searched for your information on the Internet. I didn't expect that you are really a physical education teacher?"

"If it's true, the physical education teacher is very busy after all. By the way, are you?"

The names are all taped to the back of the chairs so you can't see them once you sit down.

The man came to his senses, turned his body sideways and exposed the A4 paper: "I am also a teacher like you, but I teach history, and my name is Li Jing."

"This name is not bad, it can be remembered immediately."

While Qin Chuan was chatting with Li Jing, he was searching in his mind what works this man had written. He still had to praise each other and couldn't enjoy it alone.

Li Jing has long been used to this kind of reaction, he smiled and said: "So I plan to give birth to a son and name it Nezha."

After all, young people, even if they are not familiar with each other, can chat with each other to pass the time in such a place where conversation is needed to cover up embarrassment.

"Mr. Qin, are you ready for your acceptance speech? I think "Metamorphosis" is the biggest favorite for the award today. I have never seen so many seniors write book reviews for you, and most of them are praises."

"No, I just hope that I don't return empty-handed today. But your essay "Morning by the West Lake" is very well written, maybe it can be included in the textbook!"

Don't look at such a large collection of works, Qin Chuan really looked through the catalog carefully, and now it finally comes in handy.

In an occasion with so many people, it is very sincere to be able to accurately name other people's works.

Anyway, there is no direct competition between them.

The fiction category and the prose category are awarded separately.

Li Jing's nervousness has eased a lot just now, at least he no longer needs a mobile phone to cover up.

After the two complimented each other, the rest of the people were almost there, and everyone introduced each other by name and treated them as if they knew each other.

After the judges of the first review and second review came out, these young writers spontaneously started to applaud.

Thanks to my predecessors for their guidance on the path of literature!
Lei Hao has participated in similar activities many times, and now he is not touched at all. He scanned the front and found Qin Chuan.

At first I thought the kid was using a lame excuse to put himself off, not wanting to contribute to the magazine.

As a result, I checked and found out, ouch, I was really writing a mystery novel!
Lei Hao is naturally heartbroken when a well-behaved literary seedling goes to write a death classification.

Even if it is writing other genres, why bother to touch that mine.

It's just that there are too many people now, so we can only chat after a while.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please stay calm, our awards ceremony is about to begin, welcome hosts Song Sisi and Bi Hongming!"

Qin Chuan adjusted his sitting posture and began to clap along with him. He only saw one camera at the scene, which was probably only used for archiving and not for live broadcast.

Two middle-aged hosts, a man and a woman, came to the stage hand in hand. They seemed to be very literary people.

Abdominal poetry and gas from China.

"The great changes in life in the information age are no less than a literary revolution for each of our writers. Our young writers have described the world in their hearts with their brushstrokes, whether wonderful or high-spirited, or confused or hesitant .”

"This is a process of painful growth, brewing and accumulation. Many classics or masterpieces of writers were created in their youth, and some were even created at a very young age. Perhaps the works of all of you here may temporarily It is not yet a classic, but it is definitely an excellent work that is difficult to ignore in the history of contemporary literature."

After a brief opening, the hostess Song Sisi said into the microphone: "Our writing is inseparable from the support of readers. We cherish each other and achieve each other. Next, we will present the first award, the Best Popularity Award! Please invite the award presenter, Xie Yunhua!"

Qin Chuan was a little taken aback. He knew how popular he was on the Internet. With several best-selling novels, he was simply bullying the authors around him.

As a result, it became clear very early on that when Xie Yunhua read the words "Metamorphosis Qin Chuan", he still stood up in surprise!

It's one thing to know you can hold it, it's another to hold it in your hand.

It is only safe when you hold it in your hand.

"Congratulations, it's a good start today. The first award is yours." Li Jing was a little envious. His prose did not attract much attention in terms of popularity.

Qin Chuan's head was a little dizzy, he didn't know what he just said on stage, and now he asked nervously: "Is there anything wrong with my acceptance speech?"

"No, very sincere."

"what?"

"You said that you were able to stand on the shoulders of giants to complete the work after being honored by the predecessors. Who is not?"

"Ok."

Qin Chuan squeezed this crystal-like trophy with his hands, and suddenly a reminder from the life transformation system came out in his mind: "Congratulations to the host for winning the first award, rewarding 10 hours of brain overclocking time and any two legendary professional experience 2 Hour."

For such a long time, he completely forgot that the life transformation system had issued him a mission, which was considered an achievement point.

"If I get the gold medal, wouldn't there be more rewards?"

Qin Chuan's eyes lit up, and he began to look forward to what kind of reward he would get if he really won a literary award.

The last time he exchanged his diligence points for a career as a legendary storyteller, it exploded on the Internet and boosted the sales of "The Devotion of Suspect X".

Now there are two optional occupations, if used on the blade, it will never be bad!

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Last night, I really experienced what it means to hit the street.

The author came out of the shower, but the ground was slippery due to the water, so he fell down with a slap on his face.

Fortunately, I didn't wear glasses, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous!

As a result, my cheeks were red and swollen, my head was dizzy, and I couldn't sleep all night because of the pain.

I took two hours of sleep in the morning before going to the doctor. There were too many people, and finally I was queued. They said that I had a mild concussion, but I didn't need to take medicine and injections. I just went home and recuperated for a few days.

It is only now that I work hard to code words.

That's all for this chapter today, let's resume the normal update tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)