Su Tan was exhausted from tossing and tossing. Before going to bed, sleepy consciousness gradually hit him. He struggled hard and complained to his eldest cousin in a low voice: "I have business to do tomorrow."
Just listening, the deep voice of the big cousin chuckled in his ear. "What's the matter with you? It's enough for me to see the male god tomorrow."
Su Tan: "..."
Simple big cousin, how should I tell him the truth tomorrow
Amidst the entanglement, he fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, when the dawn broke, Su Tan was still sleeping soundly with the quilt rolled up, Hayden got up and looked at him quietly for a while, kissed him on the forehead, and left.
When Su Tan woke up, he lay in bed comfortably in a daze for a long time before finally waking up.
He looked into the room, and found that there was no big cousin in the room, only a warm breakfast on the table, his body was refreshed, and it was just in time to get up for the exchange meeting.
Su Tan couldn't help being a little curious, and while walking towards the venue, he sent a message to his eldest cousin and asked, "Didn't you say that you are going to see the male god at the exchange meeting today?"
"Hayden: Already seen :)."
Su Tan:? ?
He was a little dazed, wondering when his eldest cousin had seen it. There was no time to think about it now, so I hurried to the exchange meeting site.
The site of the Ancient Earth Cultural Exchange Conference is not far from this hotel. Su Tan walked for only ten minutes before arriving at the gate of the conference site.
The wide and stretched banner stands at the entrance of the exhibition, and it is actually handwritten calligraphy. The elegant font and the red background color make people feel solemn, festive and friendly.
Su Tan raised his head to appreciate it, and recognized that the calligraphy on this banner was exactly the same as the font of the "Chang'an" head portrait, and it must be the handwriting of this great god.
The calligraphy with splashed ink can't help but make people admire.
It's a pity that in the interstellar era, there are very few people who appreciate it. With the decline and rare inheritance of ancient earth culture, ancient earth classics, scrolls, paintings and other civilization relics handed down from the long river of history are very rare.
Many items that only exist in the world are collected in the hands of some wealthy and aristocratic families, resulting in even fewer items that ordinary people can touch.
According to "Chang'an"'s emotion when communicating with Su Tan on Weibo before, he learned that the ancient earth culture exchange meeting held every year has almost gradually degenerated into an exchange activity in a small circle, with few participants and even more followers. Few, not to mention ordinary people, it is said that there are very few academic circles who are willing to study hard at present.
Su Tan walked into the gate of the convention and exhibition center, and the atmosphere in the conference hall was lively at this time. Several senior scholars and professors chatted and exchanged information with each other.
A lot of young people were also in the venue, and each of them got together with those who had a good relationship, greeting each other familiarly, with smiles on their faces.
Su Tan couldn't help rejoicing that he came at a good time. He raised his eyes and looked for the figure of "Chang'an" among the crowd.
Not long after, I saw a tall and elegant young man striding towards me, and I saw the smile on the other party's face from a distance, not too warm, but just right to make people feel friendly.
"Who are you-"
Before the other party opened his mouth, Su Tan quickly walked up to him, and introduced with a smile: "Master Chang'an, just call me Su Tan."
"Chang'an" raised the corners of his lips and looked at the other person's slender and straight figure. Although he was a little surprised at his young age, his calm and generous temperament, which was neither humble nor overbearing, somehow made him feel good. Just like the feeling when meeting and communicating online, easy and effortless.
Immediately, "Changan" also smiled and said: "Hello, I am Ji Changan."
"Brother Ji." Su Tan shouted honestly.
Ji Changan smiled, and found a handbook of the exchange meeting agenda from the meeting site and gave it to Su Tan, asking him to read the meeting arrangement.
After a while, under the guidance of Chang An, he entered a small meeting room for discussion and exchange. He deliberately picked up a seat near the back and sat down. familiar.
A few minutes later, the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open, and several senior scholars and professors filed in and sat on the main conference table of the round table in the center of the conference room.
"Meeting."
An old elder's voice sounded, and the meeting room immediately fell silent.
In the huge meeting room, there are only forty or fifty people in total, most of them are very old professors, experts and scholars, and the rest of the young people attending the meeting are the students brought by the professors.
Although outsiders are not prohibited from entering the ancient earth culture exchange meeting every year, the declining ancient earth culture can attract very few ordinary people. Gradually developed in recent years, it has been completely reduced to a gathering of small academic circles.
Zhou Fengren, who sat at the head of the conference table, was already over seventy years old. He raised his eyes quietly at this time, seeing the aging old folks around the conference table, feeling very sad.
He spoke in a low voice, and according to the habit of previous years, he still brought up the topic of this year's exchange. "In the past year, how about everyone's research results, let's share with each other."
Hearing such a serious and solemn topic, Su Tan immediately took out a small notebook and pen from his backpack, opened it carefully, and prepared to take notes.
Unexpectedly, the professors were courteous first, and smiled and asked the young people to share their experience first. The gentle tone was obviously very fond of these young disciples, and the atmosphere of the whole exchange meeting was quite relaxed and comfortable.
The young disciples shunned the group, and then chattered, but they were not serious at all.
"For the novels I serialized on the Internet last year, the book-to-subscribe ratio has dropped to 2000:1, and it's like a dog."
A young student spoke, with a dazed and heartbroken expression, not knowing what went wrong with his novel.
However, as soon as his words fell, another young man next to him immediately raised his hand, "I have been rejected ten times by the website!"
"No cherubs, no double-digit reviews."
"300,000 words, 5 charges, the only comment is that the reader said he couldn't understand my article..."
In an instant, the entire exchange meeting turned into a miserable meeting.
Su Tan couldn't help smiling.
"This year, I also published a new book on the Fanxing Novel website." A student of a big boss stood up and talked about it, his face was a little embarrassed, as if he was a little embarrassed. "The grades are not very good."
Immediately, other people encouraged one after another: "It doesn't matter, just say it and listen to it, and let the brothers have fun." Someone joked, and immediately won the applause of the whole hall.
Even the elders and professors at the main conference table were quite tolerant, and indulged in making fun of the disciples to stir up the atmosphere.
Zhou Fengren smiled generously and gently: "Xiao Tang, whether good or bad, you can talk about it."
A young man who had stood up earlier gained confidence, pursed his lips and replied: "The novel has been published for more than half a year, with more than 1.2 million words, and 500 of them have been collected."
Hearing this unexpected answer, Su Tan was a little surprised.
This result can't be said to be good on the Fanxing Novels website, and it can even be said to be the type of data rushing to the street.
But when the people present heard it, there was an uproar in an instant, and they boiled lively.
The person sitting next to him immediately patted him on the shoulder heavily, almost knocking him down, but he couldn't help but shouted enviously and excitedly: "O God! Brother Tang, I didn't see that you have this talent, and it's so embarrassing to have achieved such good results without making a fuss! This year's award must be yours!"
The audience suddenly became lively.
With the infusion of this heart-boosting agent, a miserable meeting finally got off to a good start.
However, compared to the excitement of the young people, in the hearts of several older professors and scholars on stage, there was emotion in their hearts. They looked at each other with wry smiles, and both found the astringency and silence in each other's eyes.
Zhou Fengren, who sat at the head of the exchange meeting, gave a low laugh, but encouraged the young students with relief, "You all worked hard, very good."
It is not easy to promote ancient earth culture, and it has always been a common topic. The scholars and professors sitting high at the conference table were a little bit embarrassed, but more helpless.
Xu Zhaofeng, a very old professor next to him, also sighed with emotion, and glanced at the disappointment in the eyes of the students he brought.
It is a pity for him that none of his disciples has a talent for writing, which always makes him fail at the annual Ancient Earth Culture Exchange Conference.
It's fine if it's just a shame, but every ancient earth culture exchange meeting will present rare treasures as rewards to the younger generation of disciples, which always makes him envious.
And according to what he had heard, this year Chairman Zhou Fengren generously took out a reprint of an ancient book that has been collected and handed down through the years, as a reward for this year.
Although it is only a reprint, it was originally kept intact in the Imperial Library, but this is already a great honor.
Fortunately, this year he finally has a hole card.
He coughed heavily, and seeing that his actions had attracted the attention of everyone in the venue, he said unhurriedly, "Recently, I just accepted a student."
This abrupt sentence immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the venue. Xu Zhaofeng's tone was flat, as if it was just a trivial matter not worth mentioning, but there was some uncontrollable arrogance and confidence in his words.
"Coincidentally, he is also writing novels recently." Xu Zhaofeng said lightly, and a word aroused everyone's curiosity.
"Which one is it?" Zhou Fengren asked kindly with a smile.
Xu Zhaofeng nodded arrogantly, introduced a handsome student who came with him to the front of the crowd, and introduced, "This is him."
His words immediately attracted everyone's attention, and they couldn't help but look sideways at that handsome and gentle young man, and unexpectedly found that the other side had a handsome face and slightly pursed lips, which was kind of gentle. The temperament suddenly made the people who watched it a little more curious.
Xie Qinglin raised the corners of his lips, and introduced with a bright smile: "Hello, teachers, I am Xie Qinglin, and the name of the author on the Internet is Young Master Fusu."
This gentle and jade-like name made the professors feel good about it, but there was someone who usually likes to hang out on the Fanxing Novel website, when he heard his name, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, slapped his thigh, and immediately recognized his identity come out.
"Young Master Fusu? Aren't you the one who bet on the Internet recently to create ancient themes?"
As soon as a passionate word was uttered, it immediately attracted the attention of the entire venue, and all the young people couldn't help but stood up one after another, looking forward to that place.
Many people were stunned.
"Where did this new student come from? The university has not admitted any new students recently!"
"Are you bringing in foreign aid?"
"This foreign aid can also beat us up, and get beaten up by the new book of Braised Pork on the Internet."
"You also read the new book of braised pork!!! The copywriting is so cute, it's so enjoyable!"
"I'm just waiting for the big opening~"
…
The chirping and chattering made Xie Qinglin's face stiffen.
Ji Changan bent his lips and said with a smile: "It just so happens that the newcomer author Braised Pork in Braised Pork is also here today."
Su Tan: suddenly shy
It's the first time to meet the little angels, without a big cousin, it's awesome!