Chapter 208 (Thanks to the leader of Book Friends 1384)
Diao Yiwen took out her mobile phone, quickly scrolled to a certain page, and showed the screen to Wang Zixu.
Before he could get a closer look, the rest of the people rushed towards him.
On the screen is the details page of the novel "Fire in the Stone". The title of the book is written on the header. Next to the cover is a gray box with the words "No cover yet";
Below is a small table, which says "No publication information yet".
In short, except for the book title, everything on this page is "None".
Despite this, the comment area is not "not yet available", there are already several comments.
“It’s a very good subject matter, but it was wasted by a newcomer. It’s such a pity.”
“The beginning looks okay, but I heard that this author was on "Get" for the first time, so I suspect there is something going on. The subject matter is very good, but it’s hard to tell later.”
“The idea is very grand, but I only read a little bit but didn’t understand it, because when I was reading, I kept thinking, how great it would be if Yan Zishan wrote about this subject! It’s a pity that he doesn’t write about subjects that others have written.”
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"This..." The prince pointed at the screen, very surprised, "Where is this?"
"Cai Ya." Diao Yiwen took back her phone, "The only designated reading platform in China. " Taiwan. "
"This is too bullying!"
Wang Zixu's lips were trembling, his hands and feet were cold, and he was sweating in the winter.
What does "letting a newcomer write it be a waste" mean, and what does "letting Yan Zishan write it be great"?
No one is plowing the good land, but once it is plowed there are people fighting for it, right?
Having just read Wang Zhongxing’s eloquent literary criticism, Wang Zixu was only slightly unhappy, but these few comments made him greatly off guard.
No matter how outrageous Wang Zhongxing’s evaluation is, at least it is logical. He didn't know whether the commenters were humans or other species.
There are actually more than a dozen likes.
Ning Chunyan said: "Hey, don't be Hongwen, this is a good thing."
"A good thing??" Wang Zixu looked back at her.
“It is mediocre not to be envied by others. Look at your book, it has not been published yet, so many people are paying attention to it, which means it is going to be popular.”
“Huh?”
Diao Yiwen nodded: "This is true. In that issue of "Obtained", other articles did not receive this treatment. Only his "Fire in the Stone" was opened on a separate page, which shows that it received special attention."
< br>“Isn’t it because I was the only long-form serial in that issue of “Get”?”
Xiao Mengyin said: “Forget it, follow the Internet Why do you care about the comments on the Internet? Maybe the person who posted the comments is a liar who wants to write but can’t write anything. Netizens don’t have any appreciation. They just follow the trend or follow the trend. ”
Ning Chunyan blinked and asked with a smile: "Is it possible that the little prince's reputation is just following the trend?"
"Yes."
“What about your own criticism, are you also following the trend?”
“Yes,” Xiao Mengyin said calmly, “otherwise, why would you have to publish a book? Looking for celebrities to write on the waistband? ”
Having said this, Wang Zixu was a little distracted. He remembered the book filled with famous names that Duan Xiaosauna gave him at An Younan’s house that day.
"Is Shi Shuqiu going to publish a book?"
Xiao Mengyin was startled: "How do you know?"
Ning Chunyan pushed him and said, "Forget it, forget it, don't think about these things you can't do, just go out and walk around."
Wang Zixu thought for a while, accepted the proposal, stood up and went out.
When he went out, Ning Chunyan and Xiao Mengyin looked at each other.
“Do you have anything else to do?”
“Yes.” Xiao Mengyin nodded.
“Is it related to him?” Ning Chunyan asked again, looking a little wary.
"Yes. But I was afraid that he would be hit too hard and didn't dare to say anything."
Ning Chunyan blinked and said, "There's no need to be afraid. He said that he is a copper pea and is very durable."
She added: "However, you can tell me, and I will decide whether to tell him or not."
Xiao Mengyin hesitated for a moment, then spoke:
" "Yesterday's Star" is about to have a sequel. And... the sequel is quite good." Ning Chunyan's eyes flickered twice: "That's it?"
Xiao Mengyin bit her lip and said nothing. In fact, she still had a guess in her mind, but there were so many people now that she was embarrassed to say it.
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NTU’s campus ranks second in the province and among the top five in the country. But most of it is mountains.
Wang Zixu walked with his hands behind his back, passing by the mountain road, passing by the arch bridge, passing by the small pavilion and passing by the basketball court, but his heart was still not at peace.
"Brother! Help me throw the ball!"
The basketball jumped from the edge of the flower bed to the road. Just as he was about to run to freedom, Wang Zixu stopped the ball with a flying kick, then patted the ball and aimed at the court opposite the shrubs and acacia trees.
For a moment, he wanted to walk over and say "add me."
His skills are not good. He was just a problem solver in middle and high school and has never practiced. But with his height and wingspan, there is a wall wherever he stands, and his shooting touch is very soft, so when he was in college, he even served as the main player of the department's basketball team.
But maybe it’s because of the shadow left by his father’s forced exercise since he was a child. Maybe he didn’t have a sincere fascination with basketball. He hasn’t touched the ball since graduating from college.
Wang Zixu took a shot, and the basketball drew a beautiful parabola in the air and was thrown to the other side.
The thought of “add me” only occurred for a moment and then disappeared. He thought about it later. He was wearing a tight suit shirt and would be sweating all over him later. The shirt was semi-translucent and it would not look good when there were a lot of women staring at him in the club.
30-year-old people are like this. They have to look forward and backward in everything they do, so they are boring.
The painful part is that you have to do it even though you know it’s boring.
After walking a few hundred meters further, a familiar face suddenly walked towards me, it was Professor Zhong Junmin.
Professor Zhong was alone, walking slowly along Qingcai Road with his hands behind his back and squinting his eyes. His mental state was similar to that of Wang Zixu.
The two people's eyes met and they were stunned at the same time. Then, both sides felt that they should say hello to each other.
Wang Zixu is a junior, so he decided to take the initiative.
“Professor Zhong.”
“Yeah.”
“Are you taking a walk?”
"Thinking."
"Okay."
Wang Zixu was thinking about how to say goodbye gracefully. Professor Zhong, perhaps feeling embarrassed, also spoke:
“Are you taking a walk?”
“I’m thinking too.”
“Okay.”
After saying that, both of them were silent.
Professor Zhong tilted his head and said, "Let's go for a walk."
"Okay."
Wang Zixu felt like he had missed the best opportunity to dodge.
The two walked side by side in silence for a long time before Professor Zhong spoke:
""Fire in the Stone" is good."
"Thank you."
“Is it difficult?”
“…Difficult.”
Wang Zixu endured the surge in his heart and found it very difficult to say this word.
After saying this word, Wang Zixu suddenly felt relieved.
The whole world only cares about whether this subject matter is good, but no one has ever asked him whether it is difficult.
"That's right, it's difficult." Professor Zhong said, "If everyone can write, why write? That's how creation should be." "Is that much?"
Wang Zixu answered honestly: "A total of 600,000 words, 200,000 words per issue. Currently, only two parts have been released, and there is an ending."
“I know. I’ve finished reading it. When will the rest of the content be written?”
“Write it until this year.”
"This year?"
"Yes. Exactly one hundred years."
"Then there is no need."
After saying that, Zhong Junmin added: "Too Gong."
"Tai Gong" means too skillful. After just a hundred years of hard work, it seems very polished and not natural enough.
Wang Zixu didn’t refute, just smiled.
Seeing him like this, Professor Zhong has no prejudice against him.
“You have an idea in your own mind, and it seems that you have expressed it, that’s good, that’s good.”
Wang Zixu lowered his head and thought, wait until the day of the work seminar, Shen Qingfeng will come, Shi Tonghe might find a bunch of slanderers to come and criticize.
There is no way that it will end up like "The Ordinary World". After being criticized, it will plummet, it will not be published, and Fei Shi will also fail. By then, only a few people will be able to read this work. Maybe only a few highly educated people like Professor Zhong will have the patience to read it.
Thinking of this, he suddenly raised his head and asked softly:
"Professor Zhong, do you think the authority or the readers have the final say about the quality of a work?"
Professor Zhong raised his head: "Is there any need to ask? Of course it is the authority that has the final say.
"Literature has its pros and cons, and appreciation has its levels. The significance of the existence of pioneers and authorities is to guide what is good literature, what is a good work, and to lead the aesthetic direction. ”
Wang Zixu asked: "...But what if the authority who criticizes the work deliberately gives a bad review to a very good work out of selfish motives?"
Zhong Junmin squinted his eyes, and a cold light flashed behind the thick glass lenses.
“If that person gives a bad review to a very good work out of selfish motives, then he is no longer an authority.”
(End of this chapter)