Those who can read are writers [Interstellar]

Zhou Wenli sniffed.

Staring at Sangwen with a look of "I knew you were lying to me".

Sangwen coughed unnaturally.

Continue to explain to Zhou Wenli: "The entertainment in literary works can bring people the pleasure of reading. The sense of social responsibility in literary works can make people reflect on the past, understand the present, and imagine the future. The spread of ideas in literary works Sex, just like Tu Weiwei, can cultivate more seeds of hope during times of war.

These are not inferior to the academic nature of literature. "

Zhou Wenli fell silent.

He tried to understand what Sang Wen said before carefully.

But after all, after living in this literary atmosphere for so many years, even though Zhou Wenli is full of talent, his expression still has confusion, disgust and confusion.

Furthermore, he is a very jealous person.

He confessed that he was just jealous.

He is unwilling to admit that others are better than himself, even if there is a little bit of recognition in his heart, it will not be reflected in his behavior and actions.

Besides, he didn't want to understand what Sang Wen said, and he didn't agree with it at all.

He just insisted that the "literature usefulness theory" that StarCraft has insisted on for so many years should not and will never be so easily lost to Civilization, a newcomer who writes web articles.

Believe in the usefulness of literature, let alone lose to civilization!

Seeing Zhou Wenli's expression, Sang Wen knew that he didn't listen to his words at all.

Before he came to the living room, he went to Yuntu to read Zhou Wenli's work under the pseudonym "Mecha Maniac".

It can be seen that Zhou Wenli has been writing in Yuntu for many years, and there are many works under his name.Almost any theory of knowledge he has learned, he will write it out in his works.

With a cursory scan, Sang Wen can also see that Zhou Wenli has gradually improved and formed his own unique style of writing from a child-like mechanical imitation after so many years.

Included in the preliminary works of the Federal Short Story Contest, Zhou Wenli's coldness and sharpness were revealed, and he directly won the great praise from the judges of the competition and Ben Jieer, who can be praised on a par with Tu Weiwei.

The facts are here.

Not only students like Zhou Wenli maintain that in literary works, there should be only knowledge and only scientific and technological sense of useful literature.

In the interstellar society, countless students, scholars, and people from all walks of life insist on this point.

There is still a long way to go.

Sang Wen looked at Zhou Wenli, and he suddenly thought of an idea: "Do you want to have a match with Wenming?"

Zhou Wenli raised his head vigilantly: "What do you mean?"

"Since you think his writing is not good, then you can write it too." Sangwen began to set a trap, "I know Wenming, and I can help you tell him. You are not saying that there is no knowledge data in his works, or that he writes Isn’t it good? Say there is no sense of technology in his works?”

"Then you can challenge him to write works with a sense of technology?

You challenge him to write works with a sense of technology. How can his creation without data theory have a sense of technology?

Then you can definitely win, and then you can prove that he didn't write well, right? "

Sang Wen looked at Zhou Wenli and said slowly.

Zhou Wenli fell off the horse in front of him, but Zhou Wenli didn't know it.

He also sat in front of Sang Wen stupidly, listening to Sang Wen's psychological counseling.

His friend told Sang Wen both his pseudonym in Yuntu and his real name, and made it clear that he wanted Sang Wen to get rid of Zhou Wenli.

Naturally, he can sit back and watch the excitement without any effort.

Sang Wen didn't plan to overturn all the things that Zhou Wenli had done for so many years on the Internet to make Zhou Wenli expelled from school and rejected by the students around him, as the person who stabbed Zhou Wenli in the back thought. Either way, I can't survive anyway.

Sanwin didn't do that.

However, Sang Wen didn't intend to continue to release this crying little red eye disease to harm others so easily.

Now the enemy is clearly in the dark, and the situation where the little red eye disease has passed away, keeping in the dark and poking and killing people is completely reversed.

This time it was Sangwen who was in the dark.

Zhou Wenli had always been in deep thought before, but after hearing these words from Sang Wen, he suddenly came back to his senses.

His eyes were burning, and his fighting spirit was restored in an instant.

He also fell into the pit dug by Sangwen all at once.

Right!

In this case, how can civilization win?

In this way, he can directly defeat civilization and snatch everything that civilization has now!

He wiped his eye sockets vigorously, and stared at Sang Wen with wide eyes.

"You help me contact Civilization! I'll contact the editor directly!"

He said this: "I don't want a quiet competition! I want to tell the editor to make this competition a large-scale competition where the entire Yuntu can participate! I want to win the mighty one and try my best to show off!" "

Sang Wen looked at him as if a bright flame could burst out from the bottom of his eyes, and his mood was subtle and complicated in an instant.

After jumping into the pit, Zhou Wenli was also the No.

Originally, I just wanted to cheat you, but now I want to cheat the whole Yuntu...

Just... the pit is healthier.

Sang Wen looked at Zhou Wenli as if he firmly believed in the civilization of writing without data knowledge, and he would never win the competition of writing about the future with a sense of technology.

Some laughed, some weak.

Zhou Wenli's firm belief just shows how deep-rooted the persistence of writing literary works into paper reports is in the subconsciousness of people in the interstellar age.

Fortunately, in the interstellar era, they are still young.

The universe has never cared about the thousands of years when new humans stepped into the universe.

Human beings have had time to mend their mistakes.

All in time, all that was lost will come back.

The stars are no longer far away.

Suddenly, Sangwen's optical brain communication rang.

He gestured to Zhou Wenli, left Zhou Wenli who was burning with enthusiasm, and went back to the room to connect to the optical brain.

This time it was a video communication. Although it was not holographic, Sang Wen also felt that it was not suitable to connect in front of Zhou Wenli in the living room.

No one else, just because the caller is not someone else,

It was Sang Win's father who hadn't been in touch for several months.

Sang Hongke.

Sang Hongke on the optical brain side has a young face, just looking at his demeanor, it seems that he is more like Sang Wen's brother than his father.

His face was cold, seeing his son whom he hadn't contacted for several months, he didn't show any excitement or worry.

He didn't seem to care about what Sangwen, who didn't have star coins to live and consume, was doing these past few months and how he survived.

Sang Hongke and Sang Wen met their eyes and said.

"I contacted Menhu Xing's Mecha Academy for you, and the data review there has passed. You have registered your student status at the Federal Academy in the past few days, and you can cancel it. Go directly to Menhu Xing's Mecha Academy to study. OK."

Sangwen was indifferent.

The memory of this father was too weak and heavy, he didn't intend to say anything more, and he didn't even want to ask questions full of anger.

"I'll just read it here." Sang Wen spoke clearly.

"What are you studying?" Sang Hongke's eyes showed some undisguised contempt, "When will you be self-willed? When I came back from a business trip, I was told what you applied for, what ancient Chinese language, and, and what literature department ? Your family didn’t let you go for your own good, and you still ran away from home?”

"Okay, don't trouble me, don't let me worry all day long. In a few days, I will go directly to the Mecha Academy by spaceship. Do you know how much trouble I have spent on reviewing the materials of the Mecha Academy for you? ?”

Sanwen clicked his tongue.

Looking at Sang Hongke, who was dressed as a mecha researcher on the other side of the optical brain, and looked at his capable appearance of a successful career.

I also saw clearly the contempt and disdain in his eyes when he mentioned the Department of Ancient Chinese Language and Literature.

Sang Wen had just explained a lot of reasoning to Zhou Wenli. Even though Zhou Wenli himself was a red-eyed stubborn bull and looked unteachable, Sang Wen's mood didn't fluctuate much.

He was always calm and rational.

Now he can naturally spend time explaining with Sang Hongke, and deal with Sang Hongke with a calm heart.

But for a while, he lost that gentle and calm patience towards his own father.

After all, Sangwen's temperament is independent and self-contained.

He wants basic respect.

Instead of managing life for various reasons, even for no reason.

Like Mott, it is the attitude of most interstellar people to try all kinds of work and life with a lifespan of 500 years.

But there is always a family like Sangwen's family that never allows any outrageous behavior and is extremely self-superior.

"Our family has been a mecha master since the empire era. Your great-grandfather overhauled mechas for His Majesty the Emperor. After so many years, everyone in our family is an excellent mecha designer and mecha operator."

"Sang Wen." Sang Hongke read Sang Wen's name, full name and full surname as if he were reading the name of a stranger, "tell me what you want to do? Run away from home to read an ancient Chinese language and Department of Literature? Are you crazy?"

Sang Wen's face turned cold.

He absolutely does not accept this attitude of regarding his life as a continuation of his family.

He was about to say to Sang Hongke, "The empire has been dead for 20 years."

I saw the side of the bookcase behind the light brain, the bright light gathered together, and without blinking, the little boy turned into a human being.

The joy on the young boy's face was so obvious and vivid.

He didn't even stand still, and headed towards Sang Wen's direction, fluttering his wings like a baby swallow, staggering over.

He was very anxious, with a kind of eagerness to ignore.

As soon as she plunged into Sang Wen's arms, she hugged Sang Wen's tight waist and kept rubbing her head against Sang Wen's arm.

He wanted Sang Wen to pay attention to him, and his eyes were only on his acting like a baby.

When Sang Wen looked at him with a little helplessness and connivance, the young boy met Sang Wen's eyes, and Sang Hongke on the other side of the light brain looked a little dumbfounded, and opened his mouth gently.

He showed a little bit of small white teeth, took a few breaths with his mouth and nose together, and made a few humming sounds.

It's like trying to talk.

The cry was urgent and immature, like a kitten that has been robbed of a big fat fish.

He has recovered enough mental power!

He can talk!

The young boy tried his best to tell Sangwen the news.

As soon as he was able to speak, he ran to Sangwen in a hurry, trying to tell Sangwen the first words.

Just as Sang Wen showed a little bit of surprise, the little boy smiled at him even more happily.

His face is innocent and pure, and his smile is even more obedient, cute, and sticky.

I want people to throw all the beautiful words to him.

With such a beautiful smile, Sangwen looked at the young boy's bright and round eyes.When I met his eyes, I could easily read full of trust and dependence, full of clinginess and liking from his eyes.

In such an atmosphere, he heard the young boy's voice clearly.

The little boy had a milky voice, his voice was soft and waxy, and it sounded dense in the ears, which only made people feel itchy.

"Dad—" he called out.

Sang Win: ...

He turned to look at Sang Hongke.

Sang Hongke looked in disbelief, and even pointed in the direction of the little boy with trembling fingers.

At this time, Sang Xiaoming, who was a step behind the boy, also came.

Sang Xiaoming spoke proficiently and fluently. He arched his fat and short body and pointed at Sang Wen: "Dad! Dad, Dad! I want to eat!"

At this time, Sang Wen looked at Sang Hongke again.

Sang Hongke is not unbelievable anymore.

Sang Hongke was completely stunned, his eyes didn't move.

The author has something to say: the next chapter will be V!Tomorrow is the third watch, more than 1 characters!If there is a cutie cultivating immortals, you can squat down, and it will be released on time at midnight in three hours~

After v, I will try my best to update more, please cuties~

There is no gentleman, no entertainers, thank you cuties for supporting the genuine version!Thank you for supporting me~ (bow)

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Then the next volume will write "The Best Actor on the Interstellar Road Is Married", the interstellar entertainment circle will focus on sweet and refreshing articles~ A pre-received owo can be stamped into the column and you can bookmark it!Put a copy!

Shock!Song Yingdi opened his eyes and found that he was sleeping on the same bed with his good brother!

Brother's head resting on his shoulder, brother's arm resting on his abs, brother's penis...cough.

Song Jiageng wrapped the quilt, lifted his pants, and kicked him out of bed with a jio: We are brothers!I don't want to sleep with you!

Once the waka king brothers traveled through the interstellar era, originally the film king continued to act, and the song king continued to sing and it was over.Unexpectedly, the original owner and the two knew nothing, so they would fry CP, and the speculation was so intense that they felt true love, and people all over the interstellar thought that they were true love and married.

The actor was busy scratching his head: What kind of hot chickens are you acting!Don't use AI to simulate facial expressions!What the hell is mechanical stimulation of the senses!Let me act ah ah ah!I can cry in three seconds!

The song king was busy staring: it's ugly.Spicy ears.Hey what are you singing about? !

The interstellar people are busy catching ducks on the shelves: send sugar!sugar too!Woooooo you must be together forever!You are love itself!It doesn't matter if you are a chicken, you guys can still be the hottest CP in the entire universe!

Two bosses with leading business capabilities in the interstellar world: ... We are not rookies!

Fan: I understand, I understand!Brother is the best! (waving hands)

...You know what a fart!

All in all, it is a story of a full-level boss who once turned into a rookie, and joined hands to become a boss happily again QWQ

So see you tomorrow~ (Waves!)