"This is Mr. Hector Green, well established in the field of epic biography."
"This is Absolen Lindsay, an evergreen in the literary world."
"This is Jesse Kidd, an expert on the history of philosophy. His son happens to be studying at Imperial University."
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After Hayden finished the introduction without haste, many gray-haired and highly respected scholars in front of him spoke one after another, full of praise, and looked at Su Tan standing next to Hayden with warm and friendly eyes.
"Before His Highness introduced you today, I have been friends with this little friend for a long time. I have been lucky enough to have read all his books. I have to say that a hero is a boy!"
"Yes, I read the "Explorer's Notebook" that was just published overnight. It is undeniably a cleverly conceived and shocking adventure novel, and it is a well-deserved leader among adventure novels today."
"Old Lin Sai, you don't know, the old fellows of the Ancient Earth Culture Exchange Association have repeatedly praised Su's outstanding talent in front of me, and I am overwhelmed with admiration."
There were many words of praise, and Su Tan stood in the crowd with a graceful smile and a cheerful smile.
Looking from a distance, the circle and the community are clearly separated, and an invisible boundary seems to be drawn in the middle.
Even though it was only a few steps away, the top-notch social circle over there, who were highly respected and chatted happily, stopped all the people standing at the door of the Literature Research Institute, and did not dare to rush forward.
All of a sudden, many members of the old club who came from famous families and scholarly families took a breath, and said in a low voice unwillingly: "If it wasn't for the recommendation of His Royal Highness, how could it be Su Tan's turn to stand in front of the seniors?"
This sentence quietly expressed the aspirations of many people.
Unexpectedly, Yan Sihan, the president of the Literary Research Institute, looked calm, and glanced at the man lightly, "Your father is also over there. If you are brave enough, you can go there too."
The person who spoke was stunned for a moment, and then there was a burst of heat on his face, and the suffocated anger was almost uncontrollable.
Having said that, his father is indeed one of the literary masters who came to participate in the Literary Forum of Imperial University, but just now he didn't know how much the scene in the classroom was seen by the bosses, and what was his impression of them. Who has the guts to go there? Don't you think it's not out of line enough to embarrass yourself in front of your father
For a moment, his face was almost as deep as water, and he was silent, looking at the warm and friendly scene over there from a distance, and seeing Su Tan getting love and acquaintance among many uncles and elders, he suddenly turned around. , and left with a large number of people.
Yan Sihan walked over calmly and steadily as if he hadn't heard of it, and when he got closer, he heard his father, Yan Zhengnan, the chairman of the Interstellar Literature Committee, say with a smile: "If you have time, Xiao Su can come to our Literature Committee for a sit down."
Yan Sihan didn't stop, and walked to his father in a low-key manner. After everyone's warm greetings came to an end, he called out in a low and quiet voice, "Father."
At this time, the chatter in this circle said that the laughter was full of fun, and the laughter sounded from time to time. Yan Zhengnan just glanced at him, with a calm expression, and nodded slightly.
At the invitation of the dean of the Department of Literature of Imperial University, all the people stopped chatting and chatting, walked through the beautiful and magnificent university campus, and walked towards another reception room.
The two juniors naturally did not follow.
Downstairs in the dormitory, Su Tan said goodbye to Yan Sihan with a smile, and said in a loud voice, "Brother, goodbye!"
Yan Sihan watched his brisk steps upstairs, suddenly smiled, turned and left.
The appearance of the big cousin with a group of bigwigs gave Su Tan a sense of presence, and he fought back enthusiastically and powerfully in front of many second-generation children in the literary world who are arrogant and arrogant.
However, he did not see the subsequent grand occasion. Because at this time, he had quietly quit the Literature Research Club, and turned to join another small club—the Screenwriting Creation Club.
In the current hot interstellar entertainment industry, the screenwriting industry can definitely be regarded as a hot industry. A hit film and television work can make the screenwriter who writes it gain unprecedented fame, money and status, and even the screenwriter's net worth can be easily multiplied several times.
A gold medal screenwriter with a good reputation, high output, excellent quality and strong strength has become the hot pursuit of many directors, crews and film and television companies in the entertainment circle.
For people in the industry, a good screenwriting team is even more important than a good actor.
However, compared to the popularity of the screenwriting industry in the entertainment industry, this small screenwriting club on the campus of Imperial University is unpopular and cannot be more unpopular.
When Su Tan knocked on the door and entered, he was also surprised to see that there were only three or five people sitting idle inside, each holding their manuscripts and fighting each other with red faces.
Su Tan couldn't help being a little surprised by the small and dark stairway, the few club members, and the deserted club gathering. It was in stark contrast to the previous crowded occasion of the Literature Research Society.
Su Tan said crisply, "Excuse me, is this the Screenwriters Association?"
Immediately, the fierce and noisy controversy inside the door fell silent, and several of them turned their heads in unison, and were stunned for a while. In the next second, she rushed to greet him eagerly.
"Are you a new member?"
One of them threw down the manuscript in his hand, and with a smile on his face, he hurriedly made a way out of the chairs piled up randomly blocking the door, and invited Su Tan to come in.
Another hurriedly moved the chair for him.
"Welcome, welcome! We are the Screenwriters Association here, and you are welcome to join!"
It was the man inside who stared blankly at Su Tan for a while, and then suddenly called out in surprise, "Su Da? Are you Su Da?"
Hearing this unexpected sentence, the person in front of Su Tan almost dropped the chair in his hand, and it fell on his shoes. It was Su Tan who helped him up with quick hands and quick eyes, looking stunned and stunned. He couldn't help but smile, and admitted freely: "Yes."
In a word, the room was immediately buzzed with enthusiasm, and the eager and noisy welcome sound was even louder than the sound of moving chairs. They all had extremely surprised and excited expressions on their faces, and they hurriedly looked back to find a notebook and a pen for him to sign. They looked very excited like his fans and book fans.
Su Tan smiled and responded one by one with a smile.
The heated discussion and quarrel in the room suddenly turned into an enthusiastic welcome party. The lively sound finally woke up a person lying on the bedside, and let out a weak grunt.
Only then did Su Tan realize the existence of another person in the room.
He looked up, only to see a thin and slender figure lying lazily under the warm sunlight by the window, taking a nap under the bright and warm sunlight.
It wasn't until the enthusiastic talking on their side was too loud that they finally woke up the man.
Su Tan watched the man rubbing the back of his head, got up from the table with half-opened and half-closed eyes, lazily supported the table to get up, passed through the layers of tables and sundries, and walked in front of him.
Yan Xiao half-closed his eyes, his light-colored pupils seemed half awake, An Ran sized him up for a while, then stretched out his hand, and succinctly said two words, "Welcome."
Su Tan couldn't help laughing, and stretched out his hand to shake it back, which was regarded as a formal acquaintance with him.
On the other hand, Julien, Luke and the others already looked helpless, wishing they could find a hole in the ground and get in.
Luke couldn't help reminding in a low voice: "President, at least wipe the drool on your face!"
Yan Xiao: "... oh."
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Although the screenwriting agency is small, the members have different personalities, and the contrast is huge, which is very interesting. Luke cleared a seat for Su Tan and briefly introduced the focus of the debate just now, before Su Tan found out that they were preparing for a big performance at the beginning of the new semester.
The annual opening performance is undoubtedly the best platform for various associations to gear up and show their strength.
Imperial University also advocates and encourages students and clubs to actively participate in a wonderful and extraordinary performance by arranging and performing many programs.
What's more, this year's opening performance coincides with the 300th anniversary of the founding of Imperial University, which is of great significance.
If you want to get on this stage, you need to put in a lot of hard work and use your strong strength to win everyone's approval.
Although the screenwriter club is also one of the clubs of Imperial University, it has become the laughing stock of countless teachers and students because of the scandal of internal violence and rupture in the club a few years ago. With the graduation of generations of students, even though the members of the original screenwriting club had already graduated, the screenwriting club was in a state of failure. Over the years, many freshmen shunned them like snakes and scorpions, and few people actively joined.
It wasn't until Yan Xiao accidentally reopened the screenwriting club's door after entering the school that the club saw the light of day again.
"Your manuscript can't be used at all!" Luke insisted to the end, categorically vetoing Julien.
Julien's face turned red, and he waved his manuscript and rushed under Luke's nose, and responded unconvinced: "Then yours can be used? The history of the intrigue of the rich and powerful, you just put the life of the rich and powerful on the stage." Got it!"
"No matter how bad my youth campus essay is, it's still close to the real life of my classmates!" Julien sniffed with his nose up.
Luke was almost overwhelmed. "What do you know? This is a work I carefully adapted from a famous book! It's not an ordinary palace fighting show for wealthy families!"
The two blushed so much that their necks were thick, but Ivan, who was shy and shy, was anxious and unable to speak.
And Yan Xiao looked at it with great interest for a long time, then took the manuscript out of the hands of the two, gave a copy to Su Tan, and browsed quickly respectively.
After reading the two manuscripts, Su Tan already had an opinion in his mind.
When he looked up, unexpectedly, he saw two unconvinced faces squatting in front of him. Luke and Julien were waiting for his evaluation.
That look of anticipation, honesty and loyalty made Su Tan burst into laughter.
"Want to hear the truth?" He smiled and raised his eyebrows.
I saw the two heads in front of me nodding in unison, the rhythm tacitly consistent.
Su Tan couldn't help laughing, thought for a while, and said with a light smile: "I have a bold idea.
—Come and do something big together :-D? "