At this moment, of the 100 squares above the giant screen on the entire right, only three are still blank, and no writer has settled in. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Among the active images of many writers on the list, it is particularly eye-catching.

They are: the first square, the eighteenth square, and the twenty-fifth square.

Coincidentally, the three rankings are all in the "first-line area".

The situation is already very clear, it can be said that at this moment, unless the "power list" does not want to do it in the future, the shady curtain is black, and the international joke is made, otherwise these three grids will inevitably be filled by Deng Zheng, Xueliang, and Xingchao.

Because other rankings have been released, and among the more than 100 writers who are not yet on the list, except for the three of them, the rest may be qualified to be on the list, but they are definitely 108,000 miles away from the "first-line area".

Everyone has a number in their hearts, and they have their own positioning, maybe up and down, but not upside down.

Therefore, the "power list" was announced at this time, in a regretful sigh, the atmosphere gradually relaxed and lived, half of the people have been decided, and the remaining half can only wait for the next year to fight again.

During the entire opening process, for the more than 200 famous artists invited to the scene, most of them are very eager to appear in the small white ball and be called by name - regardless of the ranking, the list will be solid, and then occupy a guaranteed position first.

But the current situation is weird, more than two hundred people have entered the "sage mode" with no desire and no desire in advance, and the remaining three people are looking at the trembling little white ball in the hands of Old Man Jiang, and one hundred and twenty people in their hearts don't want to be called!

"God and Buddha bless, don't call the Great Demon King in this round! Amitabha Buddha! Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! May the Lord bless you, Amen!" Lin Xiaolu was so nervous that her little face was flushed, her hands were folded, and the gods were chattering, and she was chanting words.

"God forbid, this little white ball must be Jin Liang's name!" Rong Maoshi's face trembled, and he kept praying, because his beloved disciple He Xingwei was twenty-four, and the best Jin Liang was twenty-five, "forced" one, it was simply a thrill!" "Well, it should be him, obviously there is still a gap between him and the remaining two!" he comforted himself.

The Venerable Master Ling Feng is better than him, because the Venerable Master's ranking is seventeen, and the current situation is quite optimistic, unless Deng Zheng can win the first place, otherwise even if he also appears in the "B" bottle, that is, eighteen.

The assistant next to him was so nervous that his face turned white, and he kept chanting: "Jin Liang! Jin Liang! must be Jin Liang!"

Master Ling Feng was displeased: "Don't scream. Why must it be him?"

The assistant was dazed: "Huh?!"

"It's better to have an accident. "His heart is even darker, he hopes that there will be an accident in this ranking, and there will be a dark horse of writers outside the three, which means that Deng Zheng will compete with Xueliang and Xingchao for the remaining two places, and he is almost dead!

The assistant pondered carefully, only to feel the coolness to the bone.

On the stage, Old Man Jiang took out the small white ball of the "C" bottle, Xiao Sheng unscrewed it, and the moment she took out the note and unfolded it, she paused, and glanced at Deng Zheng intentionally or unintentionally.

Director Jiang Zhipeng has been with Xiao Sheng Plato for more than ten years, so Deng Zheng is also very familiar with her, and he can see the ease and narrowness in his eyes at once, and his extremely nervous mood is suddenly settled - the name on this note is not him.

Sure enough, unfolded in front of the camera, it was:

Twenty-five: Wan Qi Xing Dynasty.

"Yay!"

"Good!"

"Alas, what a pity. ”

"How can this be, Teacher Xingchao is at least eighteen, right?"

There was a very strange scene at the scene, Teacher Xueliang, who was not called, and the relatives and friends next to him looked relaxed, smiling, and high-fived each other.

The old gentleman, who was over sixty years old, was full of red light and looked around. looked like he was winning, and he almost opened the champagne to celebrate.

On the contrary, Wan Qixingchao, who was called by name, had a gloomy face, sat stunned for a long time, and most of the relatives and friends around him were full of disappointment, whispering, and sighing, after all, what he coveted was "one", and what he got was "twenty-five", and the gap was still too big.

Wan Qi Xingchao sat in the audience and adjusted for two or three minutes, and then he cleaned up his mood and came to the stage to accept the award and give a speech, but the irrepressible depression and old state between words and deeds still made people sigh.

I don't know who mentioned it, but everyone remembered that Wan Qi Xingchao has been in poor health in the past two years, and has stepped down from the position of chairman of the Writers' Association, and his creation has been completely stopped...... It seems that the "flower exploration" has been the highlight of his decades-long career as a professional writer.

"The emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, just a little worse, it's really unwilling!" Rong Maoshi patted his leg regretfully, in his opinion, Deng Zheng should be the eighteenth. His apprentice He Xing is the twenty-fourth, and he still hasn't suppressed it!

"Hehe, eighteen, count yourself lucky. But so what? Ben is seventeen, and he will force you to be one!"

Master Ling Feng's eyes were clear and high-spirited, and he commanded the assistant: "Don't sit here, go back and open my red wine to wake up first, and the dishes for the celebration banquet can also be prepared." In addition, those few manuscripts that have been written in advance should contact the relevant newspapers and media, and immediately send them as soon as possible! Money is not a problem!"

There are many people who have the same cognition as them, Li Re, Wanghou, Sister Mao, and Kill Wolf breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and looked at each other with a wry smile, if the remaining "A" bottle quota corresponds to seven, eighty, ninety, even if it is four, five or six, or this year is the peak year of the "Condor Trilogy", they dare to look forward to it, but the current situation is ...... It should basically be eighteen, a little lower than last year and the year before that. It can be regarded as stabilizing the level.

It's just, hateful, it's a pity to defeat the old thief of Master Lingfeng!

However, Heqinsheng's faith has not changed, not so much faith, but resentment and obsession, because he has always had a scar in his heart. A scar that has been recorded for nearly twenty years.

At a discussion meeting of cutting-edge genre novels that year, several professional writers with profound academic backgrounds and perennial immersion in elite literary circles attended.

When it was his turn to speak, he asked one of them with great interest in his opinion on chivalrous literature?

The man hesitated: Chivalrous what?

He also said: chivalrous literature.

Then the man laughed, shook his head, and said no more. The group of writers who came with them also laughed. Then, more than 100 people in the entire venue laughed.

The writer who was consulted by him and ridiculed and ignored him was the Xueliang teacher in front of him, who was holding the victory and was like the "chosen son" with a red face.

"God, this last step is missing, please bless Deng boy, as long as he can win Xueliang, I am willing to live for ten years!"

Soon, the final ultimate suspense arrives at the moment of reveal.

This time, the process was slightly changed, and Mr. Jiang and Xiao Sheng took out the remaining two small white balls from the "A" and "B" bottles respectively. Unscrew.

The scene was silent, and the needles could be heard.

But the moment the note was spread out in front of the camera, it caused an uproar.

"Jin Liang, Ju, actually beheaded, beheaded ??!!!"