Those who can read are writers [Interstellar]

Zhou Wenli's unfinished words stuck in his throat.

He was so speechless for a while that he didn't know what to say, so he gave Sangwen a look.

The embarrassment at the beginning was brought up again by Sang Wen. Apart from being a little embarrassed, Zhou Wenli did not let go of his vigilance against Sang Wen just because of Sang Wen's joke-like words.

He vaguely felt that Sang Wen should not have appeared here.

Mingming was the only person in the ancient Chinese language and literature department of the school who passed the preliminary round.

When I was in class, the lecturer proudly introduced himself to everyone, which made him a hit.

What's more, now that he has entered the finals, everyone's eyes are on him.

Before coming here, the lecturer came to him specifically to tell him that he was completely waiting for him to bring glory to the newly established department of the Federal Academy.

Why did another Sang Wen appear out of nowhere?

Zhou Wenli should have been jealous, but because Sang Wen had relieved him before, and tried to find a way to help him defeat civilization in Yuntu.

He was still very grateful to Sangwen in his heart.

So he was in a somewhat delicate mood at this time.

However, he still tried to talk to Sang Wen: "You didn't even have the slightest bit of news about your participation in the competition? Didn't you use your real name and real identity?"

In front of Sang Wen, his stereotyped appearance is really childish, like a child who has just started playing with a knife, and he can't even cover it up.

Sang Wen looked up at him, and he could see that Zhou Wenli was trying everything possible to know his pen name for the competition.

Just when Zhou Wenli was about to say something, an old man was supported by someone in the distance, walking tremblingly, towards the waiting area.

It was none other than Tu Weiwei who was supported by Karika.

Although Zhou Wenli's teacher, Ban Jieer, and Tu Weiwei had different ideas, Zhou Wenli, a student, hadn't been a student for a long time at all, let alone inheriting his ideas.

He just loves and admires Tu Weiwei.

After all, it is the spiritual soul of the Federation!

See you live now!

Zhou Wenli adjusted his little dress, and then rubbed his face.

He raised his hand, and rubbed his face with both hands in front of Sang Wen, who was trying to fool him just now.

A look of trying to relieve the tension and going to meet the idol.

Sang Wen looked at him rubbing his face vigorously, his head was slightly tilted back, and there was a look in his eyes that he couldn't bear to look directly at.

Tu Weiwei came to look for Sangwen.

"After the final, there will be an exhibition match, and then it will be time to announce the ranking."

Tu Weiwei came up to say pleasantries, but emphasized the rules with Sangwen again.

After hearing this, Sang Wen was a bit confused: "Exhibition competition? How about writing an exhibition competition?"

Writing upside down?Running to write?Lying down to write?

Professor Sang today is also a day of doubting life.

In the interstellar era, there is no history of such competitions to refer to.

So even though it is the final of the writing competition, but after the first re-examination including the three finals, there is not even a named or semi-named topic.

It's a state of crossing the river by feeling the stones.

Under such a background, the creation of an exhibition match before the award ceremony is already a great improvement from other kinds of science and education.

At least that time was not used to analyze the rationality of the data in the measurement text on site.

After all, we must seize the time to write more, so as to show the professionalism of organizing the "writing contest"!

Feeling helpless and dumbfounded, Sang Wen sighed and stretched out his hand to press his temple.

He and Tu Weiwei didn't say a few words, because Tu Weiwei still had a lot of things to do, so he watched the back of the old man walking away after saying goodbye.

Zhou Wenli and Tu Weiwei exchanged a few words of greeting and goodbye, feeling unhappy, and wondering why Sang Wen and Tu Weiwei looked familiar?

When he was about to ask something, Tu Baba ran into the waiting area in a hurry, and when he saw Sang Wen, he quickly asked, "Where is my grandpa? The judges are all here, and he is still wandering around?"

Seeing Sang Wen here, Zhou Wenli just gasped in surprise; seeing Tu Baba here, he really wiped his surprise directly on his face.

"Why are you here?"

"If you come in to play with your grandfather, you can't just run into the waiting area at will, right?"

Zhou Wenli had always disliked Tu Baba, and the two of them would hum back and forth in the dormitory on weekdays, but now facing Tu Baba, his tone carried Zhou Wenli's own unique hint of sarcasm.

"It's really a fate. There are three people in one dormitory. Sang Wen and I came to compete, and you sneaked in to play."

Zhou Wenli raised his chin again, and clicked his tongue at Tu Baba: "But you are not allowed to enter the waiting area."

Having said that, Zhou Wenli chuckled lightly: "Heh, you don't mean to tell me that you are also a contestant?"

Tu Baba has never been used to Zhou Wenli.

With one sentence, Zhou Wenli turned back.

He raised his eyes: "I'm the judge."

Zhou Wenli: ...?

"What did you say?!"

"What are you kidding? It's not such a way to save face for yourself, is it? How dare you say that here?"

He snorted, and looked at Tu Baba's curly hair, making him look younger: "The judges of the Federal Official Short Story Contest are all scholars like Tuweiwei Banjieer with a lot of qualifications and talents. How old are you? ? Do you think this is a joke?"

Tu Baba directly took out the access card of the judging committee, and waved the small iron plate in front of Zhou Wenli.

Folding his arms, he waited for Zhou Wenli without saying a word.

He wanted to see what else Zhou Wenli wanted to say.

Zhou Wenli suddenly realized something.

He looked at Tubaba, then turned to look at Sangwin.

He felt as if he knew the truth: "You and Sangwen are friends. Your close relationship directly determines that Sangwen cannot participate in the competition according to the regulations."

"That's why Sangwen can't compete with his real identity and name, right?"

When Sang Wen heard Zhou Wenli's words, he glanced over faintly.

Tu Baba has never been as indifferent as Sang Wen. He sprayed at Zhou Wenli, his chest heaving with anger: "Zhou Wenli. My 18 years... I just passed my birthday. Sorry, I will curse again."

"In the past 19 years, I have never seen someone with such a bad idea like you."

He was like a cannonball: "We didn't know Sang Wen when he participated in the competition. When Sang Wen knew that I was a judge, the preliminary competition was over."

"I know that when Sang Wen participated in the competition, the deadline for the semi-finals was over. I immediately reported to the jury and asked to withdraw from the judging status."

Speaking of this, Tu Baba seemed to be looking at someone through Zhou Wenli: "But the jury told me that the rule has been changed long ago."

"You must know that this regulation has been changed long ago. You even know who changed it. But you can still say what you just said."

Zhou Wenli did not refute.

Tu Baba laughed: "After all, although Mr. Benjer's apprenticeship before the rematch was very low-key, he cared about you after all, so he did not hesitate to get through the top and bottom, and even changed the rules of the game quietly."

It can also be deduced what caused the dead end that had to be used to hang Sang Wen's rematch work directly on the homepage of the official website in order to save it.

"After knowing this, I also understand why the No.1 re-examination work of the preliminary round was directly deleted by the system failure."

Tu Baba has been in this circle since he was a child, and he has seen many things and situations.

Naturally, I also understand that what is fair and just on the surface will always be a mess behind the scenes.

He asked this way: "Zhou Wenli. This filthy game mixed with black water gave you the victory you dreamed of, and you want it?"

But he didn't wait for an answer.

He just insisted on Zhou Wenli's Achilles heel: "You won't win."

"Banjer's faction has come to an end."

From the waiting area to the official competition area, there is a small intelligent robot suspended above each position, only the size of a fist.

Every floor and wall in the audience are all virtual screens connected by neural network.

When the intelligent robots in each position are running, they can provide holographic access to the finals for every Interstellar Federation citizen who uses optical brains to watch the game online.

Sangwin prepared a story about a newborn Lulumon.

The newborn Lulumon grows not even a little bit bigger.The milky voice is cute and cute.

But at this moment, Sang Wen looked around for a week, looking at the flying little robots, and suddenly had an idea.

The ideas of Benjer and Tu Weiwei collide strongly.

Benjer insists on maintaining the cold superiority of advanced machines, while Tu Weiwei tries to awaken the imaginative dignity of human thinking.

It also means.

Benjer hates the imagination of human beings who are not on the right path, and Tu Weiwei hates machines that enslave human brains and become steel servants.

Sang Win is going to write a fairy tale about a little robot——

"Defense of Glory"

This final was broadcast live in the whole interstellar world with holographic effects.

Sang Hongke looked at the holographic influence on his own son who was right in front of him.

He seemed to be sitting right across from him.

He also brought paper and pens that are not commonly used by people nowadays, and he did not know what to draw on the paper with the pen.

Sang Hongke leaned forward a little, only to see that Sang Wen was scribbling one square thing after another on the paper.

He wrote flamboyantly and beautifully, as if he was painting.

"What's the use of drawing these?! Don't worry about drawing drawings at home."

Sang Hongke said impatiently to Sang Wen in the holographic image.

Compared with Sang Hongke's lack of patience with Sang Wen, the forums and social homepages are full of enthusiasm.

[The official game is still reliable!The judges are all top-notch Tuweiwei Banjer, after all, they are still much more high-end than web articles! 】

[Get out of the way upstairs! 】

[What's wrong with the web text, the web text hit your brain? ! 】

[In fact, I feel that if "Creation" is a short story, it is completely qualified to participate in the finals. 】

[Yes, "Creation" is really the most shocking work I have ever seen. 】

When "Creation" first started serialization, many people didn't know what the "future" wanted to express in this work participating in "Leading the Future".

Is the protagonist Lu Siyue really going to destroy mankind?

Human beings have been destroyed, so where is the future?

When the plot finally unfolds like a picture scroll, the readers are directly pulled into the dizzying future as if they were suddenly hit in the head.

The meaning of the future that civilization wants to express becomes clearer to readers the more they look at it.

The future is reincarnation.

History, present, and future are intertwined and entangled, going round and round, reincarnated.

Lu April succeeded.

She is a woman who is so smart that she surpasses the whole society, and she provoked the war between AI intelligence and human beings.

Intelligent AI directly cuts off the brain connection of human beings immersed in the world of data flow.

In less than a fraction of a second, one-third of the world's humans were directly kidnapped by AI.

Humans control the information center of AI, and they firmly oppose AI's ability to think and evolve by itself.

But it was too late.

Lu Siyue betrayed all mankind and intelligent life.

She chose a new life created by herself, who can't think now, and doesn't understand the world.

In the vicissitudes of life, the white horse passes through the gap, that is, [-] million years.

The long time is long enough for all life to die and dissipate, enough for the ash of their death to dissipate into the bone, and the number of times it has been thrown into the natural cycle is beyond count.

But for [-] million years, the planet didn't really care.

The universe doesn't care.

Readers look at the immensity of civilization's imagination.

They were shocked.Depression and fear in this vast and magnificent feast of imagination.

[As long as it is the process of the development of intelligent life, it can actually be described by trajectory.

At first the individual survives, then the tribe survives, and then the nation survives.People only care about themselves, and slowly develop back to the awareness of the existence of self.

This is an iterative and spiraling process.

In such a process, the birth of each new life follows this trajectory. 】

[Lu Siyue was frozen in the nutrition warehouse.

She fell into hibernation, waiting to wake up again in 1000 years to see how far the new life she had created had grown.

Lu Siyue firmly believes that her new life will be far superior to human beings, and they will conquer the universe. 】

[But... Lu Siyue forgot.

In fact, the future is always reincarnation.

In a new life, there must be a new road April.

That Lu April will not be human.

But that road in April will definitely create the race life that is superior to the arsenic-based life.

Then what will it be?

It will be... the same destruction, the same creation.

The cycle is endless.

The universe looks at the reincarnation of life, like watching a hilarious joke. 】

reader:……

Very good, it is the most awesome article I have ever read.

It doesn't matter that the human race is destroyed, it seems that the protagonist will be destroyed in the end, even the life created by the protagonist throughout the whole text will be destroyed!

Old thief of civilization! !

You have been writing for months! !

at last!Not a single one alive!

you!roll!ah!

[The shock of "Creation" is shocking, but really... If I can see civilization, I must curse people...]

【Today is also the day I want to send blades to Civilization. 】

[Speaking of which, Civilization University writes so well, why is this competition so disrespectful, and didn't invite us to participate or be judges? 】

Sang Wen, who was hurrying to write the outline, was suddenly shocked.

The author has something to say: Interview: Why do you send blades to Civilization?

Reader: Is it so difficult to read a happy story without crying or abuse! !I want candy!

Sang Wen: ...The next book is about love.

Yuan Cang (stands up suddenly): Ha!

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