Chapter 24 The Confidence of the Defending Champion

“A little bit.”

Li Dong swallowed his saliva. He didn't dare to say too much.

"Pfft, I can't hold it in anymore. This guy actually revealed that he 'copied something he wrote before'. How dare he say that to others?"

"Maybe his mind is still confused and he doesn't have time to make up stories. We can only tell the truth!"

"No, I feel like he will be eliminated. He looks so timid and weak, and doesn't have the confidence and spirit that a young creator should have."

"Oh, this is Li Dong. I've been to his live studio. He's a typical literary young man. His story is average, but his writing is very good. He has a chance of advancing."

After hearing the answer, Sa Xiaoning smiled and nodded.

Seeing that he had some social anxiety, I stopped asking:

"Okay, thank you for your answer, and I wish you good luck in your creation in the next two days."

After saying his blessing, he took a few steps forward and handed the microphone to a young man in front of him.

When the audience saw the young man chosen by Sa Xiaoning, they immediately screamed.

"Ahhh, Brother Si Nian!"

"Quick, give me a close-up of my idol's face!!"

"He's so handsome, I feel like my heart is melting, help—"

"That damn Su Xinghe has been occupying the main live broadcast screen, leaving us Si Nian with very few opportunities to appear on screen. I paid to come to the scene, but I still have to use my phone to watch the live broadcast on a small screen. It really pissed me off!!"

"No, why blame Su Dada? It's obviously because he is not strong enough to win."

"Who are you saying is not strong enough (angry)?!"

"Brother Photographer, please cut to the close-up shot quickly, so that the director can give you a chicken drumstick tonight!"

"Haha, Xiao Sa is really good at picking. He picked out the legendary contestant No. 1 in the blink of an eye. This is definitely intentional!"

"Of course. Do you know why this competition is so popular? Look around, the seats are packed. I dare say more than half of the people are here for him."

"This is my first time watching a creative competition. Can anyone tell me who this person is?"

"Damn, you haven't heard of him? Are you from Mars?"

"Han Sinian, a popular new science fiction writer, the 'cool boss' of the Young Writers Association, a man whose good looks have made him famous in the entertainment industry next door."

"Damn it, my eardrums are almost shattered. How can he have so many female fans?"

".It's so terrifying!"

It was a cold and handsome face.

He wore a white shirt on the upper body and straight black trousers on the lower body. The exquisite black leather belt perfectly outlined his waist, and his figure was also made to look tall and strong.

He stood quietly with his hands in his pockets, his head slightly raised, his eyes calm and indifferent.

That kind of cold and aloof temperament, as if the world has nothing to do with him, a sense of unattainable distance arises spontaneously.

"This contestant Han Sinian is very special. Not only is he already a famous writer, he also won the championship in the previous three rounds of auditions with overwhelming momentum."

Liu Ciping, who was sitting on the judges' panel, sat up straight and whispered to Jiang Tao next to him, "I think he continued to perform steadily today. If it weren't for that kid's sudden explosion, I'm afraid he would have retained the top spot."

As he said this, he felt that today's game was indeed a bit dreamy.

The reason was that Su Xinghe's performance was so amazing that he didn't expect that this guy could actually pin Han Sinian to the ground.

You know, before today.

Han Sinian is widely regarded as a leading figure among the younger generation in Chinese literary circles.

It's not just because of his outstanding appearance, but also because of his strong talent in the field of literature.

He became famous at the young age of fourteen and published the shocking short science fiction novel "Starlight" in a magazine, which made him an instant hit.

After that, he started writing long novels. Each of his books was imaginative and original, and won numerous awards in major domestic literary competitions.

Now at the age of 24, he has published seven popular science fiction masterpieces, all of which are loved and praised by readers. This is another rapidly rising science fiction star after him, and it can be said that his fame is not inferior to his.

Of course, the shortcomings are also obvious.

For some unknown reason, he was extremely cold and aloof, always had a stern face, and didn't like to communicate with others.

on the stage.

When Han Sinian saw Sa Xiaoning handing him the microphone, he frowned instinctively.

"Contestant Han Sinian, as the defending champion of this competition, do you think the theme of this round of competition is difficult for you?"

"No."

Han Sinian replied in a cold voice, being frugal with his words.

The faint voice fell into the ears of the audience, and those who were not his fans suddenly exploded.

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"Oh my god! It's just as the rumors say. The literary world is Gao (咬), Leng (牙), Ba (切), and Zong (牙)."

"I want to know, how can he say such cold words with a body temperature of 37 degrees? Is the writing of his pen the same?"

"My goodness, even if you have the ability you can't be so arrogant, at least say 'have' more."

"Han Sinian is just like this. I don't know why those brainless fans like this cold and arrogant guy. It's really speechless."

"Because he's handsome and talented."

"Brilliant!"

Hearing Han Sinian's cold response, Sa Xiaoning's mouth twitched slightly, and he had the urge to strangle him to death.

Bro, this is being broadcast live across the entire network, can you give me some face?

I finally mustered up the courage to hand you the microphone, and you treat me like this? Do you want me to be an extrovert once and become an introvert for the rest of my life?

After complaining in his heart, Sa Xiaoning seemed to remember something and suddenly smiled mysteriously:
"Oh? Not difficult? It seems that player Han is very confident."

"I can reveal that the popularity of our contestants' live broadcast rooms today has been counted. How do you think the story you created today would rank in terms of popularity?"

"First."

Han Sinian blurted out without even thinking.

Unlike before, this time his cold tone contained three parts of arrogance and seven parts of disdain.

The slightly raised head seemed to be telling everyone in the audience:

No one in this place is qualified to be my opponent. Isn't it natural that I should be ranked first?

However, as soon as these words came out.

The originally noisy scene suddenly became silent.

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

After a while, someone started to murmur.

"No, Brother Si Nian, how about we keep our voices down? You're a little overconfident. It's fine to say you're in the top three, why do you have to say you're number one?"

"It's over. The male god is so embarrassed. If I had known there would be this part, I would have called all my sisters to his live broadcast room to help."

"Xiao Sa, you are too much. You are bringing up all sorts of issues. Do you know how to ask questions? You just want to make fun of my Si Nian, don't you?"

"Okay, okay, I feel relieved! Let's see if you can continue to be so unruly when I slap you in the face later."

At this time, Han Sinian on the stage seemed to notice that the atmosphere was a little bit wrong.

Looking at the strange expressions and pointing fingers from the audience below.

His eyelids twitched suddenly, and he felt a sudden panic in his heart.

(End of this chapter)