Reckless man of entertainment who started from a novel

Chapter 342 "One Day Prisoner" Prisoner of Time! [4k, ask for a monthly pass, ask for a full order! 】

The third floor, the study.

The bookcase was empty, not a single book.

Because for Zhong Shurong, the books on the market are meaningless to him. He is an extremely conceited person who lives in his own world.

He stood in front of the desk, and there was no stool in the whole study room. He firmly believed that a comfortable writing environment and a comfortable writing state would not help his creation.

He just stood there alone, reading Li Xiang's "Country Teacher" carefully.

Originally, when his master mentioned Li Xiang, he didn't care. He just thought that there was an extra novelty toy, which could make life less boring.

"I haven't even thought about this angle!"

But when Zhong Shurong read this article, his brows were filled with excitement, and he panted heavily. It was obvious that the rural teacher had completely conquered him.

He no longer regards Li Xiang as a novelty toy, on the contrary, Zhong Shurong thinks that Li Xiang is a well-matched opponent.

Since he is an opponent, he must give him the highest respect.

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Ji Liqun, the organizer and person in charge of the collection activities of the National Library of China, is visiting the headquarters of the Culture and Entertainment Office.

As the curator of the National Library of China, Ji Liqun is also one of the Eighteen Arhats of Entertainment, and he has a close friendship with Wei Yuan.

The recent collection activities have been very noisy on the Internet. He was busy with his head, but at this moment, he knows the taste.

Village teacher!

Soul-breaking gun!
Two excellent works, which can be called instant choices, are published.

It also made Ji Liqun even more looking forward to what other works will be released in this competition.

"Old Wei, I often hear you mention Li Xiang on weekdays, but this is the first contact..."

Holding the teacup, Ji Liqun shook his head and said with emotion, "It's really not to be underestimated."

"Hahahaha." Wei Yuan felt the same way, and he helped Li Xiang with a good word:
"Although Li Xiang has a bit of a temper, he still speaks well to his own people."

"Look, what status is he now? No. 1 in the Internet, but he still writes well. Young people like this are rare."

"Indeed." Ji Liqun agreed very much, he teased and said:
"And so much loyalty, the key is that the money for the work is really worth it."

Wei Yuan waved his hands, but didn't answer. After all, Li Xiang made such a fuss, and Ji Liqun was the hardest thing to do.

And he also knew that most of the Writers Association participated in this, including Zhen Buping, the Duan Shui master...

Thinking about it, at this moment, Li Xiang, the pressure he is under will never be small.

He couldn't let the organizer have a bad impression of Li Xiang anymore.

After all, Wei Yuan regards Li Xiang as his nephew.

Don't your own people give him a hand?
Who will pull him?
"Old man, I know Li wants to do this, you are under a lot of pressure, but..."

"No, why am I under so much pressure? I'm happy to see it succeed."

Wei Yuan: "???"

Ok?
What do you mean?
Ji Liqun's answer made Monk Wei Yuanzhang puzzled, he subconsciously asked:
"Do you really think so?"

"Of course!"

Ji Liqun put down his teacup and explained: "The literary world is stagnant, and you know better than me how serious the phenomenon of seniority is."

"Now that Li Xiang, the catfish, has run into this stagnant water in the literary world, it's time for others to move around."

"I understand what you mean." Wei Yuan nodded and said:

"Then Li Xiang will definitely do as you wish."

"I hope so. Jiang Hongtu has already appeared, and I don't know who will be next."

The two were talking, Feng Yue pushed the door open, walked to the coffee table, and said:

"Old Wei, there has been some movement in the thing you asked me to pay special attention to."

"Oh?"

Wei Yuan turned his head and asked, "Who did Li Xiang choose again?"

Feng Yue shook his head and explained: "It's not the person Li Xiang took the initiative to choose, but Zhong Shurong took the initiative to declare war on Li Xiang."

This really means that Cao Cao has arrived.

The two were still discussing just now. In the current situation, the group of Writers Association members are being roasted on the fire, and they are in a dilemma. If you think about it like this, it is basically impossible.

But I didn't expect that someone from the Writers Association would take the initiative to provoke Li Xiang.

"Who? Zhong Shurong?" Ji Liqun asked.

"That's right, Zhong Shurong, who won the first prize of Galaxy Science Fiction at the age of 15."

Hearing this, Ji Liqun clapped his hands and laughed, "That's really interesting."

"It must be the rural teacher that made Zhong Shurong happy." Ji Liqun turned his head and made a suggestion:
"Old Wei, how about we make a bet?"

"What are you betting on?" Wei Yuan asked back, waiting all the time.

"Just bet on who will win this duel between Li Xiang and Zhong Shurong."

"I bet Lee wants to win."

Ji Liqun shook his head and smiled, "Don't underestimate Zhong Shurong."

"Don't underestimate Li Xiang." Wei Yuan replied tit for tat.

"it is good."

Ji Liqun rubbed his hands and said with emotion: "No matter who wins, maybe we will all witness the new pinnacle of Chinese science fiction."

"Yes!" Wei Yuan also nodded in agreement, and after a pause, he looked at Ji Liqun and asked:
"When will the National Library's collection activities start? It's time to calculate, it seems that it's time?"

"No hurry, no hurry." Ji Liqun replied in a calm voice:

"Wait until this good show is over."

Two days later, when all the members of the Writers Association were shrinking their heads, Zhong Shurong, the only sci-fi genius, officially stood up and challenged Li Xiang.

[Challenge: Hey, Li Xiang, right?Well done sci-fi!Shall we play? 】

As soon as this Weibo post came out, many people's first reaction was - who is this person?So arrogant?

But when everyone saw his name, they suddenly realized.

Zhong Shurong... Then everything makes sense.

Sci-Fi Wizards vs. Sci-Fi Wizards!
This scene is rare in a hundred years!

The melon eaters rushed to tell each other, wanting to see how Li Xiang would respond to Zhong Shurong's declaration of war.

[Dianzi Entertainment: Draw the road! 】

[Zhong Shurong: Refreshingly, our two works will be published three days later in "Science Fiction World" and let readers vote to decide the winner. 】

[Dianzi Entertainment: Good! 】

The two had a conversation through the air, using Weibo as a WeChat post, you said something, and I said something, directly set the time and place of this duel.

"Science Fiction World" is a magazine edited and published by Science Fiction World Magazine in 1979. It was formerly "Science Literature" and "Strange Talk", with a history of 40 years.

Statistics show that "Science Fiction World" had a minimum circulation of 40 copies, a maximum circulation of 10 copies, and now has a monthly circulation of [-] copies. It is currently the world's largest science fiction magazine.

Won the "World Science Fiction Association Best Journal Award", "China National Journal Award Nomination Award", and was selected as "China's 1991 Key Social Science Journals" and "Double Award Journal". He once hosted the [-] World Science Fiction Association Annual Meeting, It is a timeless gold medal in Chinese science fiction journals.

Today, when Chinese science fiction is in decline, Science Fiction World Magazine is an unstoppable banner and monument in the hearts of Chinese science fiction people.

Science Fiction World Editorial Office.

The battlefield is set in Science Fiction World magazine, but the editorial department of Science Fiction World is not aware of this matter.

When he reacted, he could only laugh dumbfounded.

nonsense!

If ordinary people make such a bet, Science Fiction World Magazine will only warn them——

Don't just drink, eat more vegetables!

But this time it's completely different!

Zhong Shurong - a Chinese science fiction genius who won the Galaxy Award at the age of 15!

Li Xiang—a sci-fi genius who would have been a blockbuster if he didn't sing.

The two confront each other and set the battlefield in a science fiction magazine. This is not only the glory of the magazine, but also the topic of discussion in the future.

How could the editorial department refuse?

On the contrary, they have to give great support!

Editorial department.

"Editor-in-chief, happy event, great happy event!"

The editor-in-chief Raz slammed into the door and shouted:
"The duel between Li Xiang and Zhong Shurong, the sales volume of this issue of Science Fiction World is absolutely explosive."

Liu Chengshu waved his hand calmly: "Calm down, go get someone to respond, don't look like we don't know anything."

"Alright!" the editor-in-chief left happily.

Liu Chengshu with a full beard sat on the sofa, lighting a cigarette tremblingly.

He is the president and editor-in-chief, and he is usually under a lot of pressure. He has lived for most of his life, and he has never seen such a good thing as a pie in the sky?

[Science Fiction World: It’s a great honor to receive Zhong Shurong’s and Li Xiang’s science fiction submissions recently. The editor’s email address is here (link) and I hope other science fiction fans can actively contribute. 】

[Science Fiction World: In addition, for this competition, for the sake of fairness and justice, only readers who have subscribed to this monthly magazine for more than one year (including one year) are eligible. vote. 】

[Science Fiction World: We will also uphold the concept of fairness, impartiality and openness, and build a stage that belongs to you for the two of you. 】

In this competition, the editorial department of Science Fiction World Magazine considered the issue far more thoughtfully than Li Xiang and Zhong Shurong.

In particular, the editor-in-chief Liu Chengshu also took Li Xiang's fan effect into consideration.

A voting threshold is specially set up to ensure the fairness and justice of the competition.

Everyone sighed when they saw the sci-fi world speak out.
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[Ah... Only long-term readers are eligible to vote? 】
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[I'm numb, if I had known today, I would have purchased the science fiction world a year ago! 】
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[Forget it, it's okay if you can't vote, anyway, I will definitely buy this issue of Science Fiction World! 】
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[Add one upstairs, I feel that this issue can be collected.It means a lot! 】

Whether it is a sci-fi author or a sci-fi reader, the sci-fi community is looking forward to this battle between the two sci-fi geniuses.

Three days later, the top of the Forbidden City!
On a full moon night, who is stronger and who is weaker?
In the afternoon of that day, Zhong Shurong wrote down the inspiration he got during this bigu period.

Zhong Shurong is very strange. He often chooses the Taoist way of bigu in order to get inspiration. He only drinks water and does not eat anything in the middle of the journey. He locks the door of the house tightly and does not let anyone disturb him.

The fasting period has lasted from three days at the beginning to seven days now.

During this period, inspirations came out like a meteor shower, and he wrote them down one by one.

After the seventh day, his sense of taste became extremely sensitive due to bigu. It is said that eating an apple at this time will give you an extreme enjoyment.

Except for Zhong Shurong, no one knows whether this is true or not, anyway, he himself enjoys it.

After the end of the bigu, he was so inspired that he stood at the desk, abandoned the computer, and wrote with pen and paper instead, maintaining the independent posture of the golden rooster, and making his writing concise and powerful.

From confirming the declaration of war to now, for a full four hours, he looked at the drafts covering a desk and nodded in satisfaction.

"Cool!"

After yelling, he turned on the computer, copied the draft and revised it to the computer.

Perhaps many people will say that his creative mode is to take off his pants and fart, but literati always have their own little quirks.

Six pm.

As the editorial department of Science Fiction World approached its close of get off work, Zhong Shurong sent his manuscript to the mailbox of editor-in-chief Liu Chengshu.

"finally come."

Liu Chengshu's eyes showed joy. He waited all afternoon for the novel of the two of them.

After getting the news of the competition between the two, he specially held a meeting to vacate the space for two novels in this issue of the magazine, and the staff even made urgent adjustments to the cover.

To highlight the two people's competition!
There are only three days left before the release of this issue of the monthly magazine, but it does not mean that there are three days left for Zhong Shurong and Li Xiang to create.

After all, the magazine still has to send the manuscript to the printing factory for printing, so there is not much time left for Zhong Shurong and Li Xiang to create.

""Prisoner for a Day"?"

Liu Chengshu stroked his beard and clicked on the file excitedly.

[Mr. B is dead.It was less than 24 hours after he moved into the building.

Mr. B moved in last night, no, to be precise, at 0:[-] this morning.

At that time, the night was filled with fog, and he was accompanied by two men in black, carrying three large suitcases, knocking on the door of the room where I was on duty, and wanted to rent an unfurnished house.

This request is a bit odd since most people want furnished rooms.

"May I ask how big the house you want to rent?"

I looked at B's bald head and asked.He wore glasses, was pale and shy, and had a sad look on his face.

A man in black said, "The smallest unit will do. One bedroom with kitchen and washroom."

"Excuse me, is it too crowded for three people to live in such a small house?" said.

The man in black showed no expression on his face, and pointed to B: "He lives by himself."

"Well, how long do you want to rent? Half a year or a year?" I asked B.

Mr. B whispered: "One day."]

Time passed by every minute and every second, the sunset gradually disappeared on the top of the mountains, and people in the editorial department left work one after another.

The editor's office only had the dazzling light of the computer and Liu Chengshu's extremely excited expression.

This "One Day Prisoner" is only [-] words, but he read it for half an hour.

I read Yunshan Mist for the first time, and after reading the end, goose bumps all over my body.

"One day prison, one day prison, this idea is really interesting."

Liu Chengshu raised his head buried under the computer, lit a cigarette, as if he had entered the moment of a saint.

"Um……"

As if he had thought of something, he quickly returned to the computer desk and refreshed his mailbox.

"……what?"

Liu Chengshu said: "Hasn't Li Xiang finished writing?"

"It's not easy to fight a prisoner for a day. I hope this is a close contest."

resort.

The residence of the group during filming.

Li Xiang, Wu Yuheng, Chen Chen and others all sat around in front of the projector, unpacking snacks, eating while waiting for today's broadcast of the King of Masked Singer.

After all, this is Dynasty's first big stage after joining Dianzi Entertainment.

Chen Chen: "Mangzi, have you finished writing the novel for the competition? You don't have much time left!"

Zhong Shurong's declaration of war,

Li Xiang's challenge,
The audience of science fiction fans,
Archfire for Science Fiction World Magazine.

The influence of this game has long been not limited to the world of science fiction, but it has broken the circle and become known to everyone.

For this reason, Chen Chen also specially searched the Science Fiction World magazine, and got a general idea, three days is not too much time.

Chen Chen looked at Li Xiang sitting on the sofa, eating potato chips carelessly, and reminded him out of anger, "Mangzi!"

"Not urgent!"

Li Xiang waved his hand, pointed at the masked singer on air and said with a smile: "It won't be too late to write after I watch Dynasty's performance!"

(End of this chapter)