Those who can read are writers [Interstellar]

No one knows what happened all of a sudden.

No one knows why the official website has withdrawn the voting works for the initial test, but now it has released another work for the semi-finals.

It is obvious that this is a re-examination work.

The name below is the author of No.1 in the initial test, and this is the rematch work of that author!

The readers and the people who eat melons are all sensational!

Mom!Hahaha, the federal officials still have something wrong, I'm afraid it's going to die!

It doesn't matter whether you read the text first is the right way!

[A rematch work on nutritional supplements? 】

[But don't we have to wait until the judges score the points before we read and vote? 】

[Ah, ah, I don't care!I'm done watching it, it's so beautiful!The little unicorn is back ah ah ah humans are not worth it! 】

[What rubbish official!I haven't read it yet, but it's blocked! !Ask for pictures and texts! 】

By the time the official side reacted, this work had already spread far and wide.

Tubaba's optical brain information technology is powerful, in fact, it is completely possible to nail this work to the official homepage.

The central star will not explode, and the works of nutritional supplements will not be removed from the shelves.

But Sangwin didn't let Tubaba do that.

What is rushed is worthless, and what is delivered to the door is not fresh. In fact, this truth is true and simple.

People tend to have stronger desires for things that can only be obtained through hard work.

Because of being banned, people will ask and beg with greater curiosity.

And in this way, the official jury is calm on the surface.

But it has been spread so widely in private, and what should have happened has happened, so why pretend to be a wolf with a big tail here? !

The resulting turmoil will only intensify.

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I want to see you again"? !It is a new work that kills and does not drink nutritional supplements!I just missed it in my sleep!I did not see it! 】

[Social homepage ×××, online sending "I want to see you again", a new work that kills you without drinking nutritional supplements.Look at the five-star coin, the price is fair, and there is no deceit. You must first check before paying, and you will never run away. 】

[Little brother, little brother, do you have any text? 】

[Miss Sister, Miss Sister, do you have a picture? 】

Tu Baba's speed is very fast, and the speed of the people who eat melons is also very fast.

The speed of official processing is fast, and the speed of information dissemination is even faster.

When the scholars at the scene were notified of the news, quite a commotion erupted.

"what's the situation……"

"how so……"

"This is how to do……"

Amidst such discussions, Sang Wen appeared with a cold face.

"The system is disordered and you cannot participate in the competition, of course I can accept it."

He spoke to a group of scholars.

"At least my work will come back to me. Of course I can re-submit a new work that even the judges haven't seen.

"Far Away" had negotiated with me before about drafting, and this work was just right, so I completely sent it over.Wouldn't that be great for both of us? "

When the scholars present heard him say "it's good for both of us", some silly Baitian breathed a sigh of relief.

Apparently he didn't know what was going to happen next.

Sang Wen glanced indifferently for a week, and his tone was not very good: "What about now? How could such a thing happen?!"

"The copyright of the work is in my hands. All I have given you is the right to publish in the competition. I am no longer participating. Who gave you the right to post my work directly to your official homepage?!"

The staff has been dealing with this kind of thing too much, and hurriedly put on an embarrassed smile, and then said the official formula: "...Sorry, we are really sorry, and we are also very sorry to bring you It's inconvenient to come. But we don't know the reason for this..."

Sang Wen didn't intend to listen to his false official words: "I don't care about the reason."

"But I know you have infringed."

He stared at the staff member who tried to deceive him because he looked at him at a young age: "Where is your legal department?"

"This is my latest work. I was planning to vote for "Far Away". Infringement compensation, spiritual compensation, compensation for lost work... [-] star coins is not an exaggeration."

The staff member was taken aback: "What are you driving..."

"Haven't you figured it out yet?" Sangwen smiled, "Who is on the side of the initiative now? Who is on the side of reason? Who is on the side of being violated? It's me. My conditions If you don't agree, there are many things I can do."

The staff understood the threat in his words.

There is so much to do!

What can I do?

Spending some thought on public opinion is a good thing for the author to expand publicity, but for the officials of the Federal Short Story Contest, it is a naked scandal!

Tu Baba walked out leisurely, looking at the other party who didn't know how to fight back, and frequently wiped the sweat off his forehead with his hand.

I laughed from the bottom of my heart.

He stood beside Sangwen.

"Because it is a competition, there is no contribution fee. Everyone understands this truth."

Tu Baba returned to his grinning look, and his little curly hair looked particularly lively: "Now that people don't participate in the competition, you still send out their works, take their works for your own benefit, and don't give them manuscript fees... ..."

"It's copyright infringement and pretending nothing happened, how can you be so shameless?"

Tu Baba's snappy voice resounded everywhere, and the staff really didn't know how to respond, so they hurried to the corner while apologizing.

"He's gone to find the people above him. Just wait!" Tu Baba approached Sangwen and whispered.

"Leave him alone! I'll introduce you!" Tu Baba was very happy and already felt that the revenge was avenged, so he led Sang Wen to Tu Weiwei's side.

Introducing Sang Wenwen and Yuan Cang to Tu Weiwei: "Grandpa, my roommate Sang Wen was also No.1 in the first test. This is Sang Wen's younger brother."

Tu Weiwei was already panting with anger, but seeing Sangwen and Tubaba's coquettish operations just now, not only did he find the place back, but also saw that he could really get a result, so he was naturally happy.

Cheerfully said to Sang Wen: "Young man!"

Then he gave Sang Wen a thumbs up: "Goodbye is well written! Well written! You are indeed a student of the Department of Ancient Chinese Language and Literature!"

"Thank you."

Sang Wen expressed his sincere and deep gratitude to Tu Weiwei.

He wasn't just thanking Tu Weiwei for his compliment just now.

In fact, the person Sangwen wanted to see the most was Tu Weiwei.

He thanked again: "Thank you for proposing to open this department."

He faced Tu Weiwei, the attitude of a student to a teacher, a junior to an elder.

Thank you for not giving up on the reform, and awakening like a green plant sprouting buds in such a harsh desert.

Thank you for insisting on literary innovation and accepting and inclusive of all different things.

Thank you for believing in the invincibility of the imagination and for abandoning the usefulness of literature.

Thank you for using literature as a weapon to break through the dawn in the long smoke of war in the interstellar era.

Tu Weiwei will always be the spiritual soul of the Federation.

In this era, no one has a higher status in people's hearts than Tu Weiwei.

"Hi!" Tu Weiwei laughed and waved his hand, seeing Qianfan thoroughly.

He said: "I'm getting old. Look at my white beard, look at the wrinkles and age spots on my face."

He is indeed old.

He also has some problems that old people will have, he likes to nag, like to recall the past, and likes to preach to young people: "I have lived for hundreds of years, but only enjoyed 20 years of peace, young man, you are much happier than me .”

"I've lived in war all my life, and what I write can't get rid of the war.

The precision of those weapons, the theoretical data of those laser ships, are engraved in the bones of my words. "

Tu Weiwei's research on himself is so clear and clear: "I have no way to get rid of those. Otherwise, the bones of my words will not stand upright."

When he said this, he glanced at his precious grandson Tu Baba, and looked at his only grandson with outstanding talent.

He stretched out his hand and patted Tu Baba on the shoulder, panting and coughing with a smile: "If I could live and grow up in a peaceful age like Tu Baba, what would my writing look like then?"

"I don't know." After taking pictures, Tu Weiwei withdrew his hand.

His eyes were a little vacant, and he was not looking at a fixed point.

He just looked at the emptiness in the distance and couldn't see the specific place, and sighed helplessly: "I don't know."

Sang Wen thought about it carefully: "I don't know either."

Tu Weiwei looked at Sang Wen: "There is nothing like that in what you wrote."

The surrounding scholars were still talking, but Sangwen couldn't hear anything except Tu Weiwei's words at this moment.

Tu Weiwei's words hit his eardrums straight.

"Son, you don't know what you will experience in the future. Maybe what I have experienced will come to you again."

"Countless people will question you, criticize you, hate you, and mock you."

"But you have to keep going." Tu Weiwei emphasized, "Go on your way."

"gentlemen."

Sang Wen spoke and called Tu Weiwei.

He looked respectful and respectful, as if solemnly swearing: "I will."

If I live, I will go on the road.

Sang Wen glanced at Yuan Cang.

Yuan Cang stood there straight, like a small poplar tree.

Tender and raw, full of vitality.

Yuan Cang looked at everything with his eyes, full of vicissitudes and novelty.

Where did he come from, who is he, and so many people present, only Sangwen who was by his side knew.

"gentlemen."

Sang Wen gently held Yuan Cang's wrist, and Yuan Cang took a few steps forward under his signal.

Tu Weiwei was able to see Yuan Cang's beautiful face.

"Sir." Sang Wen smiled, but there was some sourness deep in his heart, "Look at him."

Sangwen's meaning cannot be clarified.

He wanted Tu Weiwei to look at Yuancang and Chinese characters.

Not only do they exist, they are even alive.

There they are, exhaling, inhaling, rolling eyes, smiling.

But Tu Weiwei didn't know what he meant.

Tu Weiwei looked at Yuan Cang's beautiful and delicate face, and then at the contrast between Yuan Cang's eyes looking at himself and the shy eyes looking at Sang Wen.

"Ah...this..."

Tu Weiwei was speechless for a moment.

"...Bless you all." Tu Weiwei shook his head and sighed again: "Hey, you said this... you can't bring it up..."

Sangwen: ...?ha?

The author has something to say: Sang Wen: ... my respected old man... the spiritual soul of the Federation... what is going on in his mind...

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Because there are too many cuties to say enough to watch, so this is a chapter plus more!

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