Those who can read are writers [Interstellar]

The little boy gently touched the two Chinese characters "Sangwen" with his fingertips.

This is Sanwen's name.Just these two Chinese characters made him so happy that he couldn't hold back the smile on his lips.

Like a fat cat holding a big fat fish tightly between its paws, it couldn't help but feel joy in its heart, after repeated trials, honey still oozes out from the bottom of its heart.

"Brother is bad!"

Suddenly there was an immature child's voice in the room, it was the voice of the little fat man who had met Sang Wen before.

"Brother didn't allow us to come out, but I came out myself! Brother is good or bad!" Little Pang Dun suddenly jumped out of the white light out of thin air, pouted and stared at him angrily.

The young man listened to the little fat man's words, but didn't answer, covering up his guilty conscience, his eyes turned red quietly.

When he looked up, he looked like a dignified patriarch, his eyes were full of expressions of "don't mess around" and "you don't know how the old father suffers".

Little Fatty refused to accept it.

But it's no use disobeying, he was still very cowardly and didn't follow behind her.

He watched helplessly as his brother walked slowly around the house, taking a complete look at the three-bedroom and one-living dormitory.When he walked to the kitchen, he shook his head helplessly, and reached out to touch those pots and boxes.

The little chubby cub was still wronged: "Daddy can't cook, and he bought me bad food!"

Where is the father in his mouth?

After Sang Wen came back from dinner, he went into the kitchen with a bag of red fruits.Just as he was about to wash, Professor Sang, who had a super-good memory and was careful, noticed something was wrong very sensitively.

He stood in the kitchen holding Hong Guoguo and looked at it for a while, feeling very strange——

"Who moved my laser cauldron???"

The update of "Dragon Slaying Technique" is stable, and the formal signing procedures at Yuntu have also been completed.

In other words, while Sang Wen became the real signed author of Yuntu, "Dragon Slaying Art" is also eligible to compete for the recommendation positions of various manual lists.

The so-called list is divided into two types, one is the natural list, that is, the list of newcomer works that Sang Wen sprinted with stable updates before, and whether you can go up depends entirely on your personal data.

The other is the manual list, which is the list arranged after the editor and Yuntu make decisions after applying to the editor.

The manual list changes every Monday, while the natural list can be recommended until the specified time limit as long as it is not surpassed by others.

Tata successfully signed Civilization, and the mood is still super good.

Holding a big boss in the cub stage, no matter how you look at it, you can already see that you will get all the bonuses in your hand in the future!

Seeing Wenming came to apply for a recommended position with his excellent statistic "Dragon Slayer", Tata quickly added it to the competition list for the new week.

Sangwin has done a lot of things these days, one of which is that he finished writing entries for the Federal Short Story Contest.

This sounds like a lot of effort.

Sang Wen chose to use Chinese characters for creation, but there are only so many Chinese characters left in the interstellar era.

How to dance in shackles and write beautiful stories with the few remaining Chinese characters that are less than the daily practical characters is really a liver injury.

Federal short story competition jury.

"No, no, no, no." An old man with a white beard pulled his beard vigorously, his eyes widened, and his nose shut up, "Why do they look like they were carved out of a template?!"

"Hey, teacher." The middle-aged man next to him persuaded with a good temper, "What's wrong with this? All of these are excellent works! The scientific theory is rich in support, the reference materials are detailed, and the writing is particularly good. !"

"You know what an ass!" The old man turned off the optical brain page directly, and walked around the room angrily.

"I don't have that feeling! That addictive feeling! A good short story should be like a psychoactive drug!"

The middle-aged man let out another ouch, with helplessness on his face: "What's the point of this? Take a look, these works are very smooth and have a lot of knowledge, no worse than those written by intelligent AI! "

The old man turned his head and glared at him: "Come here!" He skillfully opened Yuntu Literature City on the optical brain, and directly clicked on the only book "Dragon Slaying Art" in his collection, and the link was handed over to the middle school in the blink of an eye. On the optical brain of young people.

"After reading this book, I realized what is the work for this competition! What is the work that surpasses all texts! What is the work that intelligent AI and machines cannot create!"

"A good novel should have a soul! It should be addictive! Let the rules of strict prohibition of fluency and scientific research engraved in the bones of Laozi for thousands of years go to hell!"

Middle-aged man: ...? ? ?

I'll go, what's wrong with my teacher? ?

I won't be brainwashed by some MLM organization on Xingwang, shall I? !

As he hurriedly comforted the teacher, he opened the link with vigilance.

As long as there is even the slightest thing wrong with Xin Dao, he will directly call the main security console.

As a result, until he finished reading the latest chapter, he tilted his head in a daze, and looked at his teacher who was drinking a sweet nutrient in the phototherapy chair beside him, and he had long since forgotten his vigilance to the desolate ball in the farthest corner of the galaxy. .

He even swallowed with some difficulty, his voice was a little hoarse, and he stared at the old man's obviously very proud eyes: "...Teacher...I think I understand what you mean..."

Without comparison, who can know the superiority of literature?

When Sangwen came to the interstellar era with an imagination that had never experienced war, control, demise, and destruction, he brought a dazzling light to this vast and miserable universe.

The three-foot blue sword came in through the wind, and he pointed the tip of his sword at the heart of the new human being.

He made all the adoring new humans looking at the universe look down at the flower in their hearts.

But now, he's not that great.

He just conquered the two judges of the jury, making the white-bearded old man and the middle-aged man put on vests to show off their cuteness in "Dragon Slaying Art", and at the same time, they were even more dissatisfied with the submitted works.

"Hey?" The middle-aged man stopped suddenly, "How come there are still people who don't use conventional writing?"

The old man snorted. He despised this kind of deliberate and special behavior the most: "Hmph! Staggering! You can just let the AI ​​translate it directly and then turn it into voice! I really don't want to read it, I just know it will cause trouble for the jury!"

And when the AI ​​finished translating in less than a second, a mechanical voice sounded in the room.

The two people in the room stopped what they were doing unconsciously.

"At the edge of the galaxy, there is a planet covered with green vegetation. Here lives the little Kakamon family.

The smallest Kaka beast, it is a beautiful little lady with fluffy and cute white fur, and long lop ears..."

The author has something to say: Sang Wen: It's me.it's me.still me.Your friend, little Nezha!

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Thank you Wan Chengshen for throwing a landmine and feeding a bottle of nutrient solution! (hugging) Meme chirp!

Thank you "European Qi 2" little angel for feeding five bottles of nutrient solution~

Blow on the bottle!