Those who can read are writers [Interstellar]

Sangwen didn't know that Hai Xixi, the director of the Mental Power Research Association, and a group of researchers had noticed him.

He still walked firmly towards his goal.

And the great communication with the Spiritual Power Research Association is already in the not-too-distant future.

The re-examination voting session of China Unicom Short Story Contest is in full swing.

Sang Wen had a confrontation with the faction that was hiding in the dark and attacked him before, although he didn't say anything on the bright side, but it was already obvious.

He was actually threatening those people.

If there is any problem in the future, he will break the news about it.

Privately tampering with the schedule directly led to a crisis of distrust among the federal people towards the federal officials.

If such a thing is reported to their superiors, can they still have a good life?

It was also because of this confrontation that no one dared to trip Sang Wen any more.

The time for the voting session of this re-examination has been extended a lot.

It is precisely because of the extended time that it can be guaranteed as much as possible that the voting results will not be controlled by a wave of malicious manipulation in a short period of time, which will bring great injustice to the results.

If the process is lengthened and the publicity is expanded, more people will participate in this voting.

Sang Wen read all the works in the re-examination.

What he finds most interesting is that this time Zhou Wenli's works are completely different from those of his contemporaries.

Zhou Wenli has been paying attention to the civilized way of writing.

When Sang Wen was just a fledgling, when everyone hadn't noticed Sang Wen, they only regarded him as a newcomer and thought he was not worth mentioning.

Zhou Wenli had a great fear of civilization.

Civilization has achieved great success in the creation of online articles.

Two works, one "Dragon Slaying Art" has already reached the first order ranking, and after being on the star list, it has never been off again.

Even has maintained the first result.Zhou Wenli had no doubts, as long as this continued, "Dragon Slaying Art" would be written for a few more months, and the day when it hit the total subscription list would be just around the corner.

There is another work, "Creation".

The ranking of "Creation" in this essay competition is still rising, as long as he goes to see it once, he can see that the ranking of "Creation" has risen a few places.

After Zhou Wenli found so many contacts, made so many connections, obtained so many precise and accurate data, and used all the data in his writing.

Still on the vote count.There is no way to match it.

This was a big blow to Zhou Wenli.

At the beginning, he directly called out civilization on the social homepage, and directly said that he would use this competition to determine the superiority.

Although I don't know why Civilization agreed to me directly at the beginning, but the result of losing like this is really too shabby.

At the beginning, it could be said with certainty that Civilization would not write futuristic works.

But now people don’t have any data to support them, and they still write “Creation”, a text like “Creation”, which leaves my mind blank and my heart is extremely shocked.

Why is civilization so popular?

Why is he the one who succeeds every time?

Why are there already civilized creations on the market?

Even those who imitate him can get the first place in the preliminary competition?

Zhou Wenli had no psychological burden.

He will not think that imitating civilized writing is a psychological depravity.

Not to mention that doing so means killing literature, betraying traditional literature, or carrying out the Tuweiwei literary reform movement.

In his heart, he only focuses on success and victory, and has a very high obsession.

This also means that Zhou Wenli will not spend his whole life defending traditional principles and insisting on the usefulness of literature like Benjer.

So Zhou Wenli's concept began to change subtly.

Rather than saying that Zhou Wenli is imitating the style of writing, it is better to say that he is approaching a theme.

Zhou Wenli's works have a very strong sense of coldness, and the sense of mechanical edge in his works is harsh and sharp.

It is this unavoidable sense of sharpness that makes him stand out strongly among the works created by intelligent AI that are as rigid as machines.

The title of his work this time is "Betrayal".

According to the way of writing in the past, he should just write the complete article like this.

An imperial admiral used an explosive assault laser combat gun during the battle. The performance introduction, force value analysis, design concept, etc. of this combat gun.

And this new type of laser cannon attacked the enemy's small spaceship troops, the specific numerical records of the emitted lasers, the maximum angle of laser sweeping attack simulation analysis, etc.

But this time Zhou Wenli actually started writing about the general after writing the above content.

He wrote about the general just as civilization wrote about Selton in "Dragon Slayer".

Selton's family background, Selton has a fiancee who will betray him, Selton's senior is a traitor...

Zhou Wenli arranged a tragic life experience for the general, and he even spent a little space writing about the general's daughter who died in the war.

While Benjer was furious at Zhou Wenli, Sang Wen saw that Zhou Wenli's creation was like a pink pompom flower blooming on the hard shell of the mech and at the joint of the bone armor.

Zhou Wenli did not erase his great advantage in his own improvement.

He still maintains his unique writing method, but he also began to reduce the application of data in the article, and began to try to write some "useless" emotions.

Zhou Wenli is a very cautious person.

His jealousy is very strong, which also causes him to look at the people around him all the time.

When the people around him were successful and he wasn't, he made the move right away.

Pull the man down, or—

Go up by yourself.

Sang Wen read Zhou Wenli's "Betrayal" several times.

Seeing that he wrote immaturely that the general's daughter died in the war, the general was sad and decided to die with the empire.

In this passage, Zhou Wenli did not mix in data for analysis and interpretation.

Looking at this passage, Sang Wen was keenly aware of Zhou Wenli between the lines, and began to question and tentatively refute the "useful literature theory".

Time is forward.

No one knows what will happen in the future.

It was only when the lecturer started arranging the end-of-semester work that Sangwen got away from the complicated work and raised his head.

It's been a few months since school started.

It has been nearly half a year since he came to this world.

The first semester of freshman year is completely over.

Just before the winter vacation, Sang Wen received Sang Hongke's optical-brain communication connection again.

Apart from his request to transfer to another school immediately, there was no news from his own father.

This time, Sang Hongke looked unhappy and urged Sang Wen to go home quickly.

"The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and I'm still living in the Federal Academy during the Chinese New Year. What do you say?!"

Sang Wen shrugged helplessly.

Looking at Tu Baba, who was not going home on vacation in the distance, and was rolling with Maobula, he felt that this scene was far more warm than the family in his memory.

It was not a very happy thing for him to go home and reunite with his family.

The memory tells me that the family members are not very warm, and I feel full of strength when I think about it.

"I will go back during the Chinese New Year."

Sang Wen said so lightly.

Going back early and spending a lot of time at home, making himself unhappy, Sang Wen would not do such a thing.

Yuan Cang sat opposite Sang Wen, listening to Guangnao's voice, folded his arms and pouted his mouth, expressing his displeasure for Sang Wen.

Sang Wen met Yuan Cang's expression of disliking Sang Hongke, and curled the corners of his mouth.

It is not difficult to see that his family's feelings for him are actually very indifferent.

It was the same experience as Sangwen had in his life.

There is a grandfather who loves literature who gives all the family affection, and an extremely complicated and chaotic family environment.

In the interstellar era, the chaos only increased.

Sang Wen ran away from home and went to study at the Federal University of Central Star.

The family treated him like an enemy, just waiting for him to bow his head.

Neither side has made any concessions, and naturally there is no reconciliation.

No one in the family asked, how did Sang Wen live in Central Star without any star coins on him?

How to pay the tuition fee?How do you live your life day by day?

Not to mention support for living expenses and tuition fees, even apart from a video call from his father asking to transfer to another school, Sangwen had nothing.

It is too sad and difficult for a child to be alone outside.

Fortunately, he is Professor Sang who survived everything, not the stubborn and sharp Sang Wen who refused to borrow tuition fees from his friends and smashed everything into his stomach.

Ten years of myself is finally over.

He is now smooth and indifferent, and he can completely reconcile with those difficult and fragile days.

He doesn't take it all seriously.

When I returned to the mother star Haiyunxing from the central star in a spaceship, Haiyunxing was being covered with heavy snow and turned into a pure white planet.

The thick snow is like a compacted white blanket. When walking on it, except for the "creaking——" accompanied by the sound of walking, you can't hear anything else.

The quiet and oppressive atmosphere surrounds this world, trying to invade Sang Wen's heart.

But Sangwen curled up a hairy bunny near his heart.

The little guy was half asleep and half awake, and the fluffy fur popped out of Sangwen's pocket from time to time.

Sangwen walked to the door of a courtyard house.

Haiyun Star belongs to the sphere of influence of the Federation of China, unlike Central Star, which is under joint control.

Haiyunxing, which is under the control of Huaguo, has some fragmented similarities that Sangwen remembers.

Siheyuan, and the blue sky that can be seen under the thick white snow.

Sure enough, as soon as I entered the door.

Sang Wen heard a sarcasm: "Yo? You still know how to go home? I thought you were used to living outside, and your heart was already wild. I didn't expect you to know how to come back?"

Sang Wen looked up, and a woman came out of it.

With a young and mean face, he looked at Sangwen and even sneered.

This is his mother.

Seeing that Sang Wen didn't speak, He Man rolled his eyes to the sky: "What do you mean? Who are you showing a dead face to? It's all about your uncle, uncle, and brothers and sisters. Today is Chinese New Year, what are you doing?" It’s like someone in the house is dead, who should I show it to?”

Sang Win: ...

This man made you curse.

Sang Wen walked in following He Man, and sure enough, in the spacious hall, there were several piles of people sitting in piles.

Some were wearing protective clothing, and some were wearing one-piece mecha overalls, talking together.

"Hey hey hey!" Someone found Sang Wen and yelled loudly, "Tu Weiwei from our Sang family is back! Hahahahaha brother! This is the first writer in our family! Maybe it will be the next one after this." A Tuweiwei!"

"What's Tu Weiwei's name? Ah yes, the soul of the federal spirit! Then if you work hard to develop, maybe it will be the soul of the Haiyun star spirit in the future? The soul of the central star spirit!"

The people on the opposite side laughed together, and when they finished laughing, they said to Sang Hongke who was sitting in the middle: "Big brother, why did you let Sang Wen go to the Central Star Federation Academy to study? To study literature? Hahaha when he left last year, big brother you I'm not at home, I'll teach you a lesson—"

After speaking, he stood up and imitated the back view of Sangwen leaving home empty-handed without any luggage.

After learning, he laughed even louder: "Sang Wen really has a backbone, he didn't take a glass of water away, why are you back now? Huh?"

Like a human farce.

Without the warmth of family affection, everyone's eyes seem to be clouded.

They talked about business, belittling the children and making the crowd laugh.

Independent "different" cannot be tolerated.

Standing in the fortress made of courtyards, Sangwen felt in a daze that the end was coming.

"Father contacted me and asked me to go home for the New Year." Sang Wen looked around, and said lightly, without any embarrassment of being humiliated, "He said, it's shameful for me to celebrate the New Year outside."

They are short-sighted and short-sighted, sad enough, Sang Wen watched coldly, as if watching a play.

Sangwen even thought it was a little funny: "Maybe my father is afraid that I will starve to death?"

Sang Hongke glanced at Sang Wen and snorted coldly: "Is this how you talk to your father?"

Then began a parent's arrangement: "You have already wasted half a year, you might as well waste another half year. After the school starts, you don't have to go back to the alliance college to study ancient Chinese language and literature."

"Stay at home and clear up all the information about the mecha design I got for you. I will take you to actual combat a few more times, and then you can apply for some mecha academies?! This is not in vain for our family lintel!"

Many people around quickly echoed.

"That's right, Sang Wen, you're already this old, don't let your family worry about you! Know something!"

"Big brother thinks about everything! Big brother...does he have a connection with the Mech Academy? I have a boss whose family's child..."

"Sang Wen! Hurry up and thank your dad!"

Sang Wen didn't thank you, he just said with emotion: "Does our house still have a lintel?"

Sangwen felt strange.

Now that the empire has fallen for 20 years, the He Yong family, a local tyrant who was once an earl, dare not make any more clamor.

Taking a lot of star coins for charity, I can't wait to engrave "I want to clean up" on the head of the house owner.

Why does our family, who is a mecha designer, still feel like a nobleman?

The uncle was smoking an electronic cigarette there, and said, "I'll tell you directly! What can you learn from a newly-opened department? I have lived so many years longer than you. Ask me You can get much more news than you! His Federation will not spend much money to support a discipline that has no actual combat effect at all!"

Sangwen didn't pay much attention to listening.

But he has always been cautious and sharp.

He was sensitive to realize that what the uncle said was "his federation".

This is a typical colloquial expression, but it clearly means rejection of the Federation.

Sangwen silently wrote down this point.

Sang Hongke nodded: "If it wasn't because I have only one son, do you think I would spend so much effort to take care of you? But if I have other children, he will definitely be obedient and revitalize the family!"

"It's not... our family, can our family be called a family?" Sang Wen's expression was a little suspicious of life.

He Man was anxious: "How do you talk?!"

"It's not that I didn't understand what you learned. Don't always think that I am on the opposite side of you."

Sang Hongke tried to brainwash Sang Wen.

"I have also read the works of Civilization, which is particularly popular recently. As for the "Dragon Slaying Art", which is being serialized, I read it. Although the writing is too vague and has no practical use, you have to admit that people in Yuntu It’s really a lot of money.”

Sangwen made the first approval after entering the door.

He nodded, and praised Sang Hongke with a serious face: "It is indeed a lot."

Sang Hongke didn't know what was going on in Sang Wen's heart, but thought that Sang Wen had listened, so he naturally persuaded him: "What about you? How many lifetimes will it take you to write so well? Why don't you come back early to study at the Mecha Academy, and give it to me?" Do things at home, don't think about what you have all day long."

Maobula was carried in Sangwen's pocket.

It stopped dozing off and opened its eyes. The more it stayed in this small space, the more uncomfortable it became.

So it started twisting and turning.

"Wow—little fur ball~" A child jumped over and saw the cute appearance of Maobula poking around in Sangwen's pocket.

The little cousin didn't say anything, and asked Sang Wen directly: "Give it to me! I will play with it in the future, and I will never throw it away!"

Sangwin:?

Before Sang Wen could speak, He Man was beside him with a big smile on his face: "Of course, you can say thank you brother, and brother will give you the little fur ball!"

Mao Bura looked terrified.

The little cousin pouted with dissatisfaction on his face: "I don't want to thank you? Why should I thank you? I'm going to—"

Before the words settled down, a pair of hands came towards Maobula.

Seeing that Maobula was about to be squeezed out, Sang Wen was about to step back when Maobula's little fat legs pushed hard and kicked out directly.

In the blink of an eye, he bit the little cousin's hand with one bite.

"Aww - bah bah bah!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh it bit me!"

Sang Wen, a freshman student in the Department of Ancient Chinese Language and Literature of Central Star Federation University.

Because even a pet fur ball bit a six-year-old cousin, he is currently in confinement.

The Haiyunxing police warmly remind you that biting is risky, and you need to pay attention to hygiene.

"That poor kid didn't wash his hands, woo woo woo!"

Maobula was going crazy: "He didn't even know that his hands were stained with nutrient solution residue for a few days, ahhh I took a bite! Woohoo why am I so miserable!"

Mao Bula was still roaring: "I should go home with Tu Baba! His family doesn't seem to have so many troubles at first sight! His family must be full of normal people!"

Sang Wen looked at Mao Bula for a long time, and watched him finish venting, then leaned up sticky again, rubbing his hair on his palm: "But I also feel sorry for Dad~"

Sang Wen looked at the furball cub, and the smile almost overflowed from the bottom of his eyes: "...what do you want to eat when you go back, what will Daddy buy for you!"

What a good boy!

Sangwen and Maobula haven't fully enjoyed the warmth and parent-child time between father and son.

I received a contact from the editor Tata.

The author has something to say: Sang Hongke: You don’t know how much people’s civilization has earned!

Sangwen: I know.

Sang Hongke: You can't be the next Tu Weiwei!

Tu Weiwei: His future achievements will definitely surpass mine!

Sang Hongke: ...

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