Defendant who wrote fanfiction, her husband is actually a giant in the literary world

Chapter 18 The second medal!The winner, the fairy tale king Andersen?

"Prodigy? I'm stupid. Why is there a trophy for prodigy in Qin Hao's house?"

"Then, Aunt Xu's son? Is he the child prodigy writer himself?"

"You can put it down. This is the 11th Bingxin Children's Literature Award. The award was awarded 19 years ago. At that time, Qin Hao was less than ten years old, right? How did he write such a work?"

"If Qin Hao can be a child prodigy, I would be Andersen, hahaha!"

"I checked on the Internet. In the No.11 Bing Xin Children's Literature Award, there was indeed a work by a prodigy who won the award!"

"Yes, the original prodigy seemed to have gained popularity after winning awards for his works, so he started writing those fairy tales."

In the barrage of the live broadcast.

The heat at the moment is unprecedented.

From the beginning, Qin Hao was just an author of online novels writing fanfiction.

Reba and others also came to defend Li Xiyan's rights.

But the strange thing is that his identity is actually Li Xiyan's husband.

Such a wonderful thing, the heat is unprecedented.

And now?
In Qin Hao's home, unexpectedly found the Bing Xin trophy of the child prodigy writer?
This time.

The heat will definitely go up again.

"Damn it, Qin Hao, who is less than ten years old, can write those fairy tales, I will live broadcast and eat Oli for him!"

"This time I will definitely not say that you are here to cheat me by eating and drinking, because it is really impossible!"

"That's right. Although those fairy tales are written for children, they are definitely not written by children. Because all the fairy tales look simple, but they have deep educational significance."

At this moment, Reba also felt that his head was blank. He didn't know what to say. He was stunned and looked at Aunt Xu, "Well, Aunt Xu, there is a trophy for a child prodigy in your son's cabinet. Your son is a child prodigy writer. ?"

"What kind of prodigy? I don't know." Xu Pearl shook her head.

"The child prodigy is a great writer and a great creator of fairy tales. He is almost as famous as Anderson." Bai Ningbing said enthusiastically, "What was your son doing when he was seven or eight years old?"

"When my son was seven or eight years old, didn't he just watch the computer and play games every day?" Xu Zhenzhu remembered that her son was forced to buy a computer very early.

At first, when I was eight years old, I seemed to be using a pen to write something all day long.

Later, my family was asked to buy a computer.

Although the family has no money.

But the son was very noisy all day, and said that he could make money with a computer.

Xu Zhenzhu bought it to him.

Later, when she saw him playing games all day long, Xu Zhenzhu regretted it to death.

However, her son’s grades were extremely good. What could Xu Zhenzhu say?

Of course, eight-year-old Qin Hao has the soul of an adult living in his head. Can his grades be bad?
I started writing the manuscript with a pen, but it was too tiring, so I decided to switch to a computer.

When my mother came, she pretended to play games, so what she saw was Qin Hao playing games all day long.

Thinking about it more than ten years ago, buying a computer was really expensive. My mother really had nothing to say to Qin Hao.

"Look, I just said, ten years ago, this Qin Hao was still playing games every day?"

"Yeah, write a woolen fairy tale?"

"I've already said that Qin Hao at that time was not even ten years old. If he could write such a fairy tale, I would eat Ollie live."

"Don't ask, can't it be a simulation thing? I am also speechless about the IQ of your group of people."

Reba looked at the barrage and thought it might be a simulation.

After all, many people admire an author like a child prodigy.

Just like the gold belt of the boxing champion, some people copied it and kept it at home.

But then, Reba saw another bookcase.

There is actually a round thing inside?

Looks like a gold coin?

There is a figure carved on it.

The name is Randolph?
"Who is Randolph?" Yang Sisi looked at Bai Ningbing and asked curiously.

"Randolph? Probably"

Bai Ningbing tried her best to recall, it seems to be a very famous writer in England.

And this person also has another identity, that is, the first recipient of the Caldecott Medal for Literature in the United States.

"No, this big gold coin should be the Caldecott Medal for Literature!"

Bai Ningbing realized that, after all, this internationally famous award used the name of the first winner as the name of the award.

"What the hell, the Caldecott Medal?"

"This is an international award!"

"Look, look, who won the award? Which year is it?"

In the barrage in the live broadcast room, everyone became curious.

Nareba slightly stretched out his hand to take it.

Found it to be quite heavy.

But definitely not pure gold.

Because the pure gold one would be heavier, Reba would hardly be able to pick it up.

When the big medal was turned back, Reba was surprised and said: "What? The winner is actually Ann Anderson?"

What the hell!

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In an instant, the live broadcast room exploded again.

(End of this chapter)