Mu Juechen: 11,290 votes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Meng Yao: 9346 votes.

Nangong Feng: 8902 votes.

Even Huang Longyu has 1,923 votes.

This gap is a bit big, Wu Xiaotian scratched his head.

However, Wu Xiaotian also admires these writers a little, everyone started from the same starting point, but they can have so many votes in a short period of time.

Wu Xiaotian was a little unwilling, he subconsciously refreshed the web page, and then looked at his votes, which suddenly became 569 votes.

Why did this rise so much all at once?

Refreshed again, the number of votes has changed again, and it has become 2288 votes.

Looking at the number of other people's votes, it is also growing rapidly, but it is not as fast as Wu Xiaotian's growth.

What happened?

Wu Xiaotian was a little puzzled, why did he suddenly grow so much.

He quickly looked through the comment section of the voting website and saw the comments on it.

"I'll go, it's too shameless here, why did Mu Jiechen's name appear on the website two hours earlier than others. ”

"Yes, yes, our Meng Yao beautiful writers only appeared later, if it weren't for someone leaving a message in Meng Yao's microcast, I wouldn't know that the voting website was opened. ”

"What do you know, Mu Jiechen is a veteran writer, and he is a member of the Artists Association, so he naturally has priority. ”

"And Wu Xiaotian, that is, many writers recently, Xiaobei's, he has only appeared for less than half an hour. ”

"Really, but he's not a low vote. ”

……

When Wu Xiaotian saw these discussions, he realized that the time when these people's names appeared on the website was much earlier than him, no wonder when he first watched it, the gap in the number of rows was so big.

He smiled, and if it was for that reason, he was relieved, so he closed the page, and while there was still some time, he continued to code.

And his micro-broadcast, but it began to be lively.

"Is there a living person? If there is, click on the URL I gave, help Xiaobei Dada to vote, the voting website of the Huaxia Literature Grand Prix has been opened, hurry up and vote." ”

"Yes, I just found out, Xiaobei's votes are so low. ”

"It's okay, it's just that Xiaobei opened the voting link relatively late. ”

"Anyway, now that the competition has officially begun, this vote is 25% of the score, and we must not lose on it. ”

"Let's go, it's time for the Xiaobei fan group to play a role, let's let them see what is the power of the Xiaobei fan group. ”

"Yes, crush all those who resist. ”

"Yes, I've seen other authors' microcasts, and they've all started posting messages on Weibo to encourage their fans to vote, and we must not be left behind. ”

"Hahaha, I'm here, let's go to the voting website for the Grand Prix. ”

Wu Xiaotian's microbroadcast now has nearly three million people, although these fans may not all come because they like his novels, and some of them come because of the variety show "Where Are You Going, Dad", but this does not affect everyone's unity, what about novels? What about entertainment programs? Anyone who supports Wu Xiaotian, they all agree.

Moreover, Wu Xiaotian's fans of Weibo are younger and more energetic than the older generation of martial arts novelists such as Mu Jiechen and Huang Longyu, many of them are mobile phone parties, and they can't do anything without mobile phones, and they are also more active on the Internet.

Therefore, from the first time someone shouted on Weibo, more and more people joined in.

They ran to the voting website of the Chinese Literature Grand Prix and began to register to vote, some of them didn't even know the name of Wu Xiaotian's latest novel, and some of them were even more exaggerated, and they didn't know why they voted for it.

However, they still voted without hesitation.

Why, just because of Wu Xiaotian's three words.

Soon, the number of votes for Wu Xiaotian on the voting website rose sharply, with 3,290 votes, 4,987 votes, and 6,977 votes、...... 14860 votes.

Half an hour later, Wu Xiaotian's votes were fixed at 18,763 votes, surpassing Mu Juechen's 15,345 votes now, ranking first.

This number of votes stunned all the other authors as well as their fans.

Whether they know Wu Xiaotian or don't know Wu Xiaotian, they all inquire about this person one after another.

The authors are quite calm, because after all, this is the first day, many works have not yet come out, and the final voting deadline is far away, and many writers who have confidence in themselves believe that they will definitely win.

However, some fans of the writer, they are not so calm.

They were furious, and angrily found Wu Xiaotian's microbroadcast, and began to scold on it, scolding Wu Xiaotian for being shameless, scolding Wu Xiaotian for swiping tickets, in short, scolding all those who could be scolded.

Wu Xiaotian didn't know about this scolding, but his fans were always paying attention to his microbroadcast, and when they saw someone coming over to step on the field for some reason, they naturally disagreed.

For this kind of brainless scolding people, Wu Xiaotian's fans are not polite, they have stepped forward and given full play to the advantages of the team, and in less than a few minutes, these people can't raise their heads to scold.

was trampled on, so naturally he had to get it back.

They followed the footsteps of these people and found the authors supported by these people, and once they found them, they were naturally not welcome.

All of a sudden, the two sides came and went, and they were very happy.

"Xiaotian, Xiaotian, I said have you done something again recently?" Zhu Li next to him asked Wu Xiaotian with his mobile phone.

"What, Brother Li, what are you talking about?" Wu Xiaotian was in the dark, when he heard Zhu Li's words, raised his head, and asked a little blankly.

Zhu Li took out his mobile phone, pointed to the microbroadcast on it, and said: "Look, your microbroadcast is all in turmoil, I don't know whose fans ran to your microbroadcast to scold you, your fans drove these people away, and then your fans ran over to scold others, and others scolded back, and now your microbroadcast has become a battlefield." ”

"Tut-tut......" Zhu Li glanced at the microcast again, and said with a mocking smile: "I said, did you give the beautiful writer Meng Yao what happened? I see that her fans are the most excited." ”

"What happened to Meng Yao when I gave it?"

Wu Xiaotian was a little puzzled, he knew that Meng Yao was a beautiful writer, but he had never crossed paths with her at all, let alone treated her well.

He hurriedly picked up his mobile phone, turned on Weibo, and after reading those comments and comments for a while, he understood what happened.

It turned out that in the end, it was a matter of the Chinese Literature Grand Prix, a matter of voting.

It seems that this competition is destined to be popular from the beginning. (To be continued.) )