"Look, look, who's on stage? Why do you look so young?"

"yes, that's a student, right? How did you get a student on the podium?"

"Could it be a mistake?

"No, didn't you see the guy who sent him up personally? That's the editor-in-chief of Science Fiction World!"

"The editor-in-chief personally sent him there? Oh my God! What did he do in his last life? Save the world?"

Compared with the various speculations and discussions of the audience in the back row, there was a deathly silence in the front three rows of guest seats.

Everyone was shocked, they didn't understand why Editor-in-Chief Hu would send that young man to the stage, and he was a person that no one knew.

The black-faced uncle Ji Hu was also stunned, from the moment Lu Menglin took out the guest card, he was a little suspicious of the identity of this teenager.

This kid has a guest card and lives in the same room as himself, but he is so young, where is he sacred?

Master Xiao Wang was also shocked, he originally thought that the other party was a lowly salted fish, and he could rub it round and flat, but he knew that he was actually a giant crocodile, and only the tip of the iceberg was revealed, and he was so scared that he almost ran out of urine.

originally thought that Xiao Lu would show timidity on stage, but how do you know that people sit on the stage and are stable, although they are young, they have the style of a general, which makes Editor-in-Chief Hu even more nervous.

In the eyes of others, the identity of this teenager is even more mysterious.

The host Lu Feng was still anxious, because of Donald's absence, especially if the level or prestige of the person who made up for it was not enough, it would make other Dajia feel very unhappy.

On the rostrum at this moment, there were a total of five main guests, who were several big cadres from the Propaganda Department of the Municipal Party Committee, the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and the Publication Bureau, among which the highest level was Liu Changqing, deputy director of the Propaganda Department of the Municipal Party Committee.

This Vice Minister Liu is a great god that the magazine has invited with great difficulty, and if the guests sitting on the rostrum with him are not enough, who will dare to bear the minister's face.

Who knew that the situation had changed again all of a sudden, and Editor-in-Chief Hu led Lu Menglin, a half-grown child, up.

When the host Lu Feng came back to his senses, good guys, they were already sitting firmly.

The other five guests all looked sideways silently, thinking that this young man was sacred, and he would be lifted to such a height by the organizers.

Lu Feng suddenly secretly complained in his heart, thinking to himself this Hu Yiming, Hu Yiming, you are usually whimsical, whimsical, and all kinds of unreliable, what kind of place is this? When is it? You actually led a little doll to the stage, and you want the leaders to make a fortune?

However, Lu Feng thought about it and immediately recognized Lu Menglin.

Because this young author impressed him too deeply, whether it was the work or the hurried side before, it made him feel that this young man was quite special.

Now that it has reached this moment, the arrow is ready to fly, and it has to be sent. Lu Feng had no choice but to bite the bullet and walked to the front of the stage.

"Hello everyone! I am Lu Feng, the host of this conference! The conference is about to officially begin, and I will introduce the important guests of this conference. ”

"Please, Propaganda Department of the Municipal Party Committee, Vice Minister Liu Changqing!"

"Please, Chairman Xu Jiayao of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles!"

"Please, Director Xing Chao of the General Administration of Publications!"

"Please, Mr. Xu Changjiang, President and Editor-in-Chief of Science Fiction World Magazine. ”

introduced the top five heavyweight guests in a row, but when it came time to introduce Lu Menglin, the host Lu Feng deliberately sold a pass, paused, and said with a dry smile: "As for the guest below, I believe that most of the friends here don't know him." However, I believe that all of you who like "Science Fiction World" magazine should have read the cover story of this issue, "Antimatter War", which is a rare masterpiece, and what is even more rare is that the author of this article is only seventeen years old. ”

"He is..."The author of "Antimatter War", Lu Menglin!" The host Lu Feng deliberately lengthened his tone, stiffened his head, and solemnly introduced.

The audience immediately burst into enthusiastic applause.

The army of readers in the back row applauded desperately, because for the innocent people, it was already remarkable to be able to write such an excellent novel, not to mention that they were still seventeen years old.

With such a young and excellent author, I think they will be able to write more and better works in the future, so they will feast their eyes, so these readers will hold the most sincere applause.

Subsequently, the guests in the first three rows of the audience also burst into applause one after another, and then grew stronger and stronger, and finally merged into the torrent of applause in all directions.

Uncle Ji Hu naturally took the lead, the first one took the lead in applauding on the right side of the guest seat, and the other editor-in-chief surnamed Hu gave applause and support on the left side.

The guests in the first three rows were still a little confused, but when they saw that the applause was getting louder and louder, sweeping the audience like a torrent, they also applauded.

It seems that the magazine is going to support the young man, at least on the scene, everyone has to make a show.

In the end, Vice Minister Liu Changqing, who was sitting in the center of the rostrum, also slowly stretched out his palm and began to applaud with the rhythm of everyone's applause.

As soon as the big boss applauded, the host Lu Feng felt as if he had taken a reassuring pill, and the tone was set, and the crisis was successfully resolved.

Lu Menglin sat upright on the rostrum, facing the tide of applause and countless pairs of curious eyes, but he still maintained a calm state, and even had the mood to pick up the teacup and take a sip gently.

At this time, in the last row of the venue, the female college student Guiqin was completely stunned.

Despite the thunderous applause around her, she had a strange illusion of being deaf to her, just staring at the guy on the stage.

"No, it won't! It's not true! It must not be!"

"That hateful fellow, how can he trample on my dignity again!"

Guiqin, who looked very normal, had a kind of thunder in his chest at this moment.

She never thought that she would encounter such a demonic existence by a very casual chance encounter on the train.

That lofty figure represents a level that even if he studies hard for ten years, he can't reach the level, and that deep sense of powerlessness hits his heart, making Guiqin soft at the same time, his heart is full of boundless remorse.

If I could have grasped the opportunity at that time and been persistently currying favor with that guy, I might be able to share the glory of this moment.

It's a pity that there is no if in this world, Gui Qin has mixed feelings in her heart, this chaotic and heartbroken feeling is like finally winning a lottery jackpot, but you find that the number is wrong, and you miss the big luck, it is really devastating.

"It's so handsome! Guiqin, the author of "Anti-Material War" Jun is really handsome! The meeting will be dismissed in a while, I must go to him for an autograph, will you go?" The female companion next to her had already unabashedly revealed the appearance of a nymphomaniac, and asked Guiqin.

Gui Qin had a dry wry smile on her face, she wanted to say, I sat next to him last night, and I spent most of the night!

It's a pity that she knows that no one will believe it, and even if she does, she will be scolded for being too idiot, such a rare opportunity, why not have a relationship with the glorious and moving figure on the stage?

"Guiqin, what's wrong with you? Your face is not very good, is the air too stuffy here, why don't I go out for a walk with you?" asked the big sunny boy who was accompanying him with a concerned face.

Gui Qin turned his face to the side directly, really too lazy to pay attention to him.

Just now, she was still thinking about whether to accept this senior brother who has good conditions in all aspects, especially if the other party can get a ticket for this luxurious annual meeting, which gives her the illusion that the other party is very capable in the capital.

But now, when she saw the hateful and glamorous figure on the stage, she could no longer think about the boys around her, and there was only deep remorse and jealousy in her heart.

The same jealousy as Gui Qin's classmates was the master Xiao Wang sitting in the third row of guest seats.

He prides himself on being a young generation of up-and-coming fantasy novelists, and a well-deserved leader in the future.

It's a pity that the fact is that he was not invited to the stage and appeared as the main guest, but a little-known kid was born out of nowhere, with a hard aura.

This kind of taste made him feel like he had been slapped in the face.

Especially just now, he also took the initiative to stand up and question the identity of this important guest in public. Looking back now, it's like a fool of yourself and going home.

He could even imagine that this matter would soon become a laughing stock in the circle, although he didn't mind being scolded, but the other party was a new generation of writers younger than him, which made his eyes hot and unbearable.

The introduction of Lu Menglin's identity was just a small episode at the opening of the annual meeting, and it soon returned to the normal process.

First of all, Vice Minister Liu of the Municipal Party Committee, who sat in the middle of the rostrum, made an opening speech, and then several heavyweight guests on the rostrum made brief speeches.

Of course, Lu Menglin doesn't have to speak, and he won't be stupid enough to take the initiative to speak on such an occasion, because that is purely provoking trouble. He was very relieved to sit on the rostrum in front of the mascot who rescued the scene, smiling, and maintaining his image.

The conference was on the right track, according to the normal process, after several heavyweight guests spoke, and then Xu Changjiang, president and editor-in-chief of "Science Fiction World", made a report speech.

The president's speech mainly introduced the achievements of the magazine in the past year, as well as the prospects for the future, etc., which also specifically mentioned the need to vigorously cultivate and support the new authors of the younger generation, so that the power of science fiction can be passed on from generation to generation.

Everyone in the audience listened, and naturally grafted the content implied by this speech onto Lu Menglin's body.

As for Uncle Jihu, he kept laughing in the audience, and the whole person was about to convuls.