At the scene, it is not as lively as other events he attends, and it is not the same in terms of the number of fans, which are also two systems.

Readers are readers, and fans are fans, the biggest difference between the two is that readers are almost very sensible, while fans are not sensible.

Readers rarely go to the author's meeting, as long as you don't drag it out, who cares about you, but the fans are different, not to mention anything else, he has seen a lot of yellow people here, but the number is not very many, there should be his fans, you know, he is still a famous artist in China, and he is also a very popular artist.

There is no so-called media and fans at the door of the scene, most of the people who write books are otaku, and they rarely show up, and readers generally recognize books but not people.

Just like now, the so-called World Science Fiction Convention, a total of hundreds of authors around the world have received invitations, and there will definitely be more fanatical fans to come to the scene, and so far he has not found anyone to recognize him.

If you want to say that none of these readers present have a fan of "The Three-Body Problem", then they don't believe him, it's just that people like to read books and don't like to read him, after all, his popularity abroad is still a little worse.

After the two issued the invitation letter sent to them by the other party, immediately a blonde and blue-eyed old girl, who spoke fluently, but the accent was not very accurate Chinese led the two of them into the infield.

"You Hao, Mr. Xu, please sit here!" the female staff member said to the two.

Instead, Xu Yang said to the other party in fluent English: "Okay, I know, thank you!"

Hearing that his accent was so authentic, the girl couldn't help but be a little surprised, after all, after looking at it, few of these authors can speak English so well, and the key is that they are so handsome, and then smiled: "Oh, you speak English so well, it doesn't look like a writer at all!"

"Thank you for the compliment, your Chinese is also very good!" Xu Yang responded with a smile.

Then the two looked at each other and smiled, and the other returned to work.

"Boss, what were you talking about just now!" asked Hang Chuxue on the side.

There's no way, her English is not good, she is really confused at this time, watching her boss chatting with others, and she can only laugh awkwardly on the side, a little overwhelmed.

Hearing this, Xu Yang thought for a while and responded: "She asked me why you are so fat and can still come out to meet people!"

Hang Chuxue:...

"I don't believe it, just now that the girl was fatter than me, how could she say me, and besides, she doesn't know that I don't know English, how can it be?"

"Cut, you think it's all like you, people speak dialects, even if you know English, you can't understand it!" Xu Yang responded arrogantly.

This kind of IQ crushing feeling is cool.

The two whispered in the infield, surrounded by some of his peers, some of whom are still very famous science fiction writers in the world, and they are big guys anyway.

But they all have one distinctive characteristic, which is that they are older.

You must know that people who can write this kind of science fiction, especially those who can be invited by the World Science Fiction Convention, are quite powerful, and the quality of the works is very high, and few young authors can meet this requirement.

Of course, there are not no younger than him present, but he is the only one who looks so handsome, simply put, his temperament still belongs more to the artist, not the writer.

This also caused him to be a little out of place in this group of people, and besides, this person is old, plus he has been sitting and writing for a long time, most of them have stomachs, and some even have hair loss problems.

These two phenomena are also the writer's occupational diseases, big belly, hair loss, after all, staying up late and not exercising, resulting in fat accumulation, and it is inevitable to have a belly, but who made Xu Yang a fake author.

His books are all copied, and he doesn't even have one-tenth of the time to write in front of the computer, which is nothing more than three steps: copying, pasting, and uploading.

Then the organizer let readers in, even if they don't show up, they still have a certain number of fans, the venue is not very big, and there are only two or three hundred people who come in, and there are no more.

When everything was ready, the organizer started the regular operation, that is, the leaders from all walks of life, the representatives came to the stage to speak, Xu Yang was no stranger to this operation, after all, it was not the first time he participated in such an occasion.

At the same time, the organizers also started the live broadcast.

Although it is also global, it does not have much popularity, take it in China, the live TV station, almost no domestic receipt, and the official live broadcast network platform is rarely watched, after all, there is a special app.

Coupled with the problem of time difference, this has led to very few people watching the live broadcast in China at this time, which is still the case of his popularity recently.

"Thunder Sen I'm shoulders stuffy, bala bala bala...."

Anyway, Xu Yang is in the fugue, after all, this situation is the most boring, not to mention Hang Chuxue, she doesn't know English, it's not much different from listening to heavenly books.

Until now, she vaguely understands the pain of scumbags, which is like when she was in high school, the teacher spoke enthusiastically on the podium, the top students listened attentively, and those who were good at learning didn't know how to pretend to understand it very well, as for the scumbags... Hehe, it crashed on the spot.

After talking for more than half an hour, it was finally the turn of the award ceremony.

The first prize, the Verne Prize, was finally won by a middle-aged white male writer, which did not make the atmosphere rise a lot.

But Xu Yang didn't care much about this, after all, he knew that he was shortlisted for the "Hugo Award", and it was almost impossible to win other awards.

Subsequently, the World Fantasy Award, the Apollo God Award, the Gambo Memorial Award, the Pilgrim Award and other awards were won one by one, there are so many awards, and the competition for each award is very fierce, after all, none of you here is weak, and those who are too weak cannot come.

The organizers will also consider the quality of the book, sales, word-of-mouth and other aspects, anyway, there are people who are happy and a lot of people are worried, needless to say, most of them are coming to accompany them.

And everyone who won the award was very happy, and the reporters around him were also taking pictures frantically.

And there are many people discussing it on the website of simultaneous live broadcast, but the language is a little different.

"Why hasn't Xu Yang come out yet!"

"It's not yet the Hugo Award, I took a look, and this award is the last finale!"

"OMG, I like 'Xu's "Three-Body Problem" the most, I hope he can win this award!"

"Shei, David didn't win the award, don't watch it, there's a shady scene!"

"Shut up, shit!"

Although people who like Xu Yang are in a bit anxious, fortunately, they are not excited, and they are still full of anticipation, but other people's readers will not be like this.

Seeing that the author you like doesn't win the award, of course you will be upset, of course, the strength of foreigners to scold people is just like that, the straight one, it may also be related to their language, and they can't show that kind of artistic conception, and it's too far from the domestic trolls.

Finally, after more than two hours of awards, it was finally the turn of the final finale of the "Hugo Award", which is also the highlight of this conference.

Among the remaining people, they are all writers who have been nominated for the Hugo Award, of course, only Xu Yang is an Asian face, and the rest are all Westerners at first glance.

"Radisson's shoulders are heavy, and the next thing to present is our last award, the Hugo Award, let's take a look at the shortlist!"

As the host announces the shortlist, his personal work will also appear on the big screen in the back, and the camera will also cut the footage over to let those watching online see what they look like.

The faces of Westerners crossed in front of the screen, and the host was also very interesting when he introduced, everyone was a writer, and he couldn't avoid talking about his previous works when he introduced, but only Xu Yang was stuck.

In fact, it can't be called stuck, it can only be said that... Larger than life.

"The last shortlisted writer is Xu Yang from China and his work "The Three-Body Problem"!"

As soon as the words fell, the people present also applauded their faces, but the host continued: "Xu Yang, one of the most popular male artists in China at the moment, was once selected as "Cannes Beauty" by country F, and sang "Booty, Music" at the same time, and this song has also achieved quite proud results!"

Xu Yang: ...

Day, you introduce it, what are you talking about, is there nothing else that Lao Tzu can introduce except for being in women's clothing magazines and singing little yellow songs?

It feels a bit ridiculous.

In fact, he can't blame others, he still has a copy of "In the Snow", but it's only more popular in China, and foreigners don't know it!

In terms of songs, not to mention anything else, he also sang English songs, why did you remember a little yellow song, it's so embarrassing!

As soon as the host's voice fell, there was laughter in the venue, and this song was still widely sung abroad, so when the host said it, everyone remembered it.

And those viewers on the Internet are the same, they laugh like crazy.

"Is the host serious? Oh, I like it so much!"

"Look at Xu Yang's appearance, I feel that he has already found another crack!"

"It's embarrassing"

Of course, these are the comments of domestic netizens, but foreign readers are more open.

"OMG, I love this song!"

"I'm sorry, my mother has taken a fancy to this man!"

"He looks very experienced..."

"I know him!"

and so on, some comments directly swiped the screen, and at the scene, the atmosphere also reached a climax.

"Boss, what's wrong with them?" asked Hang Chuxue in a low voice.

Xu Yang: "It's okay, the host praised me for being handsome!"

"Oh, that's it!"

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