Rebirth System: Learning makes me happy

Su Qingqing had her eyelashes drooped, her clear amber pupils half covered. She was just sitting on the chair, but her aloof and dignified posture attracted everyone's attention.

Everyone's eyes were on Su Qingqing. Even if they were talking and laughing with others, they would subconsciously pay attention to her.

Countless people wanted to come forward and talk to Su Qingqing, but they were all deterred and lost their courage before they could get close.

The small piece of world where Su Qingqing was seemed to have become a vacuum zone.

Li Yun sat next to Su Qingqing like a guardian.

She was wearing high heels and her legs were casually crossed. Her red lips were slightly raised and she was sitting lazily. Her eyes, which were delicately made up, were always paying attention to her surroundings, and any slight movement would attract her attention.

This is also the reason why quite a few people dare not come forward to disturb them.

Li Yun grasped her role very well. When Su Qingqing was interested in talking to others, she acted as a quiet background board; when Su Qingqing was unwilling to socialize, she took over the topic or refused outsiders to approach.

Su Qingqing, who seemed cold, distant and difficult to approach, opened the Consciousness School because of boredom.

She sighed that people's ability to adapt is really strong. She used to be uncomfortable with being stared at by so many people, but now she can ignore them.

She is terribly strong now.

With Yu Xingye's shallow breathing and the sound of flipping papers in her ears, Su Qingqing quickly sank into the ocean of knowledge.

Half an hour later, everyone was seated, and the host's voice came from the microphone, and the "Mao Dun Literature Award Night" officially began.

"Good evening, dear ladies and gentlemen."

Listening to the opening remarks on the stage, Su Qingqing politely said goodbye to the AI ​​teacher of the Consciousness School and watched with great interest this award ceremony for the highest level of literary works in the country, which was full of inside information.

As time went by, the works that passed the preliminary review were introduced one by one. I don’t know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but Su Qingqing’s work was placed last.

[Teacher Su’s book is really amazing]

[It is really worth reading. There are many small details that are terrifying when you think about them carefully. ]

[I have reviewed it several times, and each time I find details that I haven't noticed before. Teacher Su is my god! ]

[As someone who has been reading for 47 years, owns a study room of over 100 square meters, and has collected nearly 10,000 books, it is no exaggeration to say that Mr. Su’s works are the best I have read in the past ten years.]

【The boss appears! 】

【Group photo with the big guys! 】

[If that's the case, then isn't Qingqing's chance of winning the prize very high?! ]

[It’s hard to say. Teacher Su is too young. It seems that it’s not that easy.]

[Shouldn't this kind of award be based solely on the quality of the work? Why does it involve the author's age? 】

[It is obvious that the above poster has never been "educated" by society. How many people who make such selections have no selfish motives? ]

[Anyway, I've seen all these works, and none of them can compare to Teacher Su's. ]

【+1】

【+】

【+ID number】

[If such a good work by Teacher Su cannot win an award, I have to question the value of this award.]

[Looking ahead, we have several times more fans supporting Teacher Su than those supporting others, and there are many famous big names among them. The jury can't treat us all as fools. ]

【hope so. 】

Yu Xingye glanced at the scrolling comments on the computer screen and laughed.

Su Qingqing was spinning the ring on her finger out of boredom. When she heard his laughter, she whispered:

"what happened?"

Yu Xingye said meaningfully:

"After this awards ceremony, they're going to be in trouble."

Su Qingqing keenly detected a hint of gloating in his words.

"It seems like there's a lot of support for me to win the award."

"Of course," Yu Xingye chuckled, "the public has sharp eyes."

Su Qingqing also smiled: "But I have to thank the jury as well."

Yu Xingye: "What do you mean?"

Su Qingqing: "Once the results come out, our President Yu's image of never abusing power for personal gain will be completely established, and the reputation of the Yu family will be further improved. Isn't this worth thanking?"

Yu Xingye laughed softly:

"It's worth it, so I'm going to give them a big gift."

Su Qingqing was curious: "What gift?"

Yu Xingye kept it a secret and just smiled:

"You'll know in a moment, baby."

Su Qingqing temporarily suppressed her curiosity and continued to look at the stage.

As the winning works were announced one after another, the atmosphere in the hall became increasingly solemn for some reason, and even the barrage of comments in the live broadcast room decreased a lot.

The host, who was dressed up brightly in the middle of the stage, clenched the notice in her hand and said word by word:

"Let's announce the final winning entry."

"This work received widespread acclaim right after it was first serialized, and it sparked a lot of heated discussion, making more people fall in love with reading. Not long ago, the good news she suddenly announced also made everyone send their blessings from the bottom of their hearts."

"Please invite Teacher Xiao Yao to announce the final list of winners. Teacher Xiao, please come on stage."

Su Qingqing looked at Xiao Yao, who was smiling amiably, as he slowly stood up and walked towards the stage step by step, and raised her eyebrows with interest.

She didn’t know if others noticed it, but she could see the hidden fear in Xiao Yao’s gloomy eyes.

"Xingxing, did you ask the host to say that?"

Yu Xingye chuckled and did not admit it:

"Wang Yao didn't like him and asked me if I could slightly modify the host's words."

Su Qingqing tapped the ear bone clip helplessly.

She didn't believe that Wang Yao would do this. It must have been someone's suggestion.

Yu Xingye pretended not to hear and said very innocently:

"Wang Yao spent a long time thinking about this link. There are too few similarities between the baby and the winner. I wanted to write more, but I just can't write it."

Su Qingqing couldn't help laughing out loud.

If the words read by the host just now did not sound like Yu Xingye's handwriting, she would have thought that he had done it himself.

While they were chatting and laughing, Xiao Yao had already walked onto the stage and took the microphone from the host:

"I am honored to be able to participate in this event as an award presenter. I also know that everyone has been waiting for too long. I will not say anything else. Now let us announce the final winner."

His hands were shaking a little as he opened the envelope, his palms were full of sweat, and the white envelope cover was clearly wet.

He gritted his teeth and whispered the name of his apprentice written on the envelope:

"Let us congratulate Mu Yun for winning the Mao Dun Literature Prize for his book, The Remaining Joy."

As soon as this voice came out, there was an uproar.