"Hahaha, how is it a dog."

"A little girl is a little girl, and looking at this painting, it really fits her age."

"I said, how can time be so short."

…

As soon as the annoying dog in Shi Zixi's previous life appeared in front of the big screen, it immediately attracted a large number of people to laugh, or maybe it was ridicule.

It's actually a dog, it's not cool at all, it's not handsome at all, it's not dazzling at all.

The first impression that comes to most people's minds is childishness.

But in addition to these laughing people, there are naturally some who are not laughing.

And these people who didn't laugh frowned, and their expressions were stern and a little serious, and they thought in their hearts:

"Sun Jiang wants to get the crystal brush of the Nebula Award, I'm afraid it's a little hanging."

At this moment, Yi Chong, who was originally standing on the stage and preparing to present the award, had already walked off the stage.

He paced and walked to the seats of the Nebula Award Committee, compared to the press box, the readers' seat, and the author's seat, most of the other seats were ridicule and disdain.

The sounds here are really a lot more mixed.

Some people are still not optimistic about Shi Zixi, some people are silent and thinking, and a few people say in a low voice:

"In this competition, I'm afraid that the little girl Ziyan won."

Yi Chong walked up to the biting cat and asked like any other troublesome committee, "President Kitten, now that the two paintings have come out, what do you think will be the result of the competition?" ”

"Teacher Yi already has the right answer in his heart, so why ask me again?" The biting cat, sitting upright, changed directions with its two slender legs.

"Hahaha, the kitten will be a genius-level cartoonist." Yi Chong smiled lightly.

"It's not that I'm a genius, it's just that Sun Jiang is too stupid, the most important thing in comics is to be interesting, I don't understand such a simple truth." The biting cat, a junior, did not have the slightest emotional fluctuation in his praise of Yi Chong, a respected cartoonist.

"'Funny comics are good comics.'" From cartoonists to readers to editors-in-chief, there can be no one who is impregnated in this industry, but there are not many who really understand it thoroughly, and even fewer who understand it and have enough talent to express it. Yi Chong seemed to sigh with heartfelt emotion, then turned his head and looked at Shi Zixi with an indifferent expression on the stage with deep eyes,

"President Kitten, I'm afraid this little girl is about to break your record for the youngest age to win the Nebula Award." Yi Chong teased.

"It's just a false name, anyway, Mr. Yi's records have been broken so many times, and I haven't cared." The biting cat quietly stabbed a little and charged it.

"Uh..."

I thought your love would not fluctuate like an ice cube.

Yi Chong shook his head and turned to leave.

"Genius, genius, even I feel jealous.

Hey, this award ceremony is also troublesome enough, and I have to go up twice. ”

Yi Chong walked away, and also showed his old and chattering character.

……

Below the stage, the laughter and ridicule continued.

Even Jiang Yuan herself, although she felt that the dog drawn by Shi Zixi was really cute and interesting, but there were all kinds of discussions in her ears, and the voices that were not optimistic even made her completely desperate for Shi Zixi to win the Nebula Award.

After all, in the final analysis, Jiang Yuan is just a businessman with a little vision and strong market operation ability, not a comic book author with outstanding talents.

"Everyone has already enjoyed Mr. Ziyan's paintings, and now I invite the 360 readers in the reader's seat to rate them." The hostess said on stage with the microphone.

Two plush front legs are placed in front of you, and your head is slightly offset to the upper right corner.

Cute look, with some anthropomorphic eyes.

"The way this dog looks, it's so funny." "yes, I think so." "It feels so cute, I can't help but indulge in it, and my heart melts."

"Hey, how many points should I score, I'm really confused."

…….

Although when I first saw the dog on the screen, I disdained it with all kinds of disdain, but when it was really the scoring period, I gave a low score according to my favorite mood....

The lucky readers who scored looked up at the cute yellow dog on the screen, cute and beautiful.

If you give a low score, isn't it too cruel for yourself?

I always feel like it's going to be very sinful.

In the hearts of readers who have scored various scores, all kinds of entanglements linger.

At last...

"Hey~~ full score, anyway, I just listened to the people around me, they don't seem to like this dog too much, and the score must be very low, so I will score high by myself, it shouldn't be a big deal.

If someone dares to look down on the dog on the screen, they will definitely have a war of words with him for 300 rounds.

Now, for the sake of sympathy for Mr. Sun Jiang, forget it. “

One of the readers had this idea, and the other scored reader had this and that similar thought, so coherent into a large piece.

Moe is justice!

"After careful scoring by readers, the results are now out.

The score of Mr. Ziyan's cute dog painting is...

9.78 points!

I can't believe it

9.78 points!

It's amazing. “

When the host reported this score, even she couldn't help but be surprised.

She didn't understand the situation at the scene, and the public opinion was obviously tilted towards Sun Jiang.

But Ziyan came out with such a high score, and the most important thing was that it was even higher than Sun Jiang.

For a moment, she thought that her eyes were wrong, and she couldn't help but repeat it.

"What's the matter, how is it possible, just with that dog, you can get such a high score."

"Sure enough, these readers who read comics are novice enough." One of the self-proclaimed comic book authors who painted the spring and white snow arrogantly said.

"It's possible that the machine has miscalculated."

…….

When I heard this score, I couldn't help but feel incredulous in the editor's seat, the press box, and the people in the author's box, even the people in the reader's seat who scored it themselves.

"No, am I not the only one who scored high?" The people in the reader's box asked themselves.

Immediately after, among themselves, they began to ask the people around them.

"How many points did you score."

"Uh, I scored a 10, what about you?"

"Me too."

"Ahh You also scored 10 points, I also scored 10 points, listening to what you just said, I thought you would score 0 points. Another person heard their conversation and couldn't help but be surprised.

……

Such similar words are constantly played out on these scoring readers.

It's not that he didn't sympathize with Sun Jiang's situation, and it was the firm faction of the iron fans who gave Shi Zixi a low score of 0 and so on.

Otherwise, with so many people scoring full marks, Shi Zixi's score would not have been pulled to 9.78 points.

But no matter what these people say, now that the scores are out, the results have been decided.

Moreover, there is no calculation error in the machine.

Yi Chong began to walk on the stage to fulfill his duties as an award presenter tonight, but Shi Zixi's face was indifferent, and there was no surprise in his heart.

After all, she is using another world, an excellent product of the information age that has become famous without too much hype.

If she doesn't win in this way, there is no reason.

And in her opinion, this score is much lower than what she thinks.

Sure enough, the role of Sun Jiang's sympathy points is quite big.

Yi Chong walked on the stage, and Sun Jiang stood stiffly on the stage, his face was like ashes, and his face was full of disbelief.

When Yi Chong passed by him, he also heard Sun Jiang's tone gloomy, repeating the cycle:

"Impossible, impossible, impossible, impossible, impossible, impossible, impossible........."

This made Yi Chong, who heard the words, couldn't help frowning slightly.

Yi Chong walked to the position of the guest of honor, and the staff came up, ready to politely let Sun Jiang, who was standing on the stage like a sculpture, get off the stage.

Now this stage no longer belongs to him, only to Ziyan, who won this competition.

The staff persuaded him, but Sun Jiang's footsteps did not move a bit, and he still repeated the words with a face full of disbelief:

"Impossible, absolutely impossible.

There must be some conspiracy in this, I don't believe in this result,

Definitely not going to believe it!! ”

Suddenly, Sun Jiang burst out as if he was crazy, and then rushed to the microphone and shouted loudly in his old voice:

"I don't believe in this result, there must be something wrong with this!

Absolute!

Problematic! ”

Sun Jiang's expression was resolute, as if he had already mastered conclusive evidence.

"Yes, yes, how could Mr. Sun lose."

"I'm not convinced."

"There's nothing wrong with that."

"Uh~~~ I didn't expect that the Nebula Award, which has been passed on for so long, will have problems."

"Originally, the Nebula Awards were about to be awarded to Mr. Sun just now, and then there was another competition, so I thought it was quite strange."

……

Hearing Sun Jiang's sad and indignant roar, except for most of the readers in the audience, most of their faces were a little embarrassed, but the others spoke to Sun Jiang one after another.

After all, in this world, unless you experience it yourself, there are only a few people who can really see through the problem.

Even Jiang Yuan, although she was happy in her heart at the moment, she was extremely surprised by this high-score result, from her heart and her external expression.

"Sun Jiang, calm down, the results have come out, you are yelling here now, and you can't change the society." Yi Chong walked towards Sun Jiang's dissatisfied.

"Sun Jiang, get off the stage immediately."

"Xiao Zhou, what are you doing there, hurry up and take down that madman."

"Sun Jiang, I warn you, don't lose the rest of your comic career."

….

Those people in the Nebula Committee have their own positions, and they were originally quite sympathetic to Sun Jiang in their hearts.

But at this moment, Sun Jiang was on the stage, shouting loudly regardless of the situation, and suddenly their hearts were disgusted and dissatisfied with Sun Jiang.

After all, the ass decides the head, and as for compassion or something, I don't know where to go in line.

Hearing the words of several key leaders, several security personnel on the stage immediately took action.

Sun Jiang struggled hard, and while struggling, he also approached the microphone and shouted loudly: "I don't believe it, there is a problem." Words like that.

But after all, he is old, and he paints at his desk all the year round, and no matter how much he struggles, he can't get rid of those strong guys.

Seeing that Sun Jiang was about to be taken off the stage, all kinds of unpleasant discussions around him became louder and louder.

Naturally, the faces of those people in the Nebula Committee also became more and more ugly, and they couldn't help but hate Sun Jiang's reckless actions, and even some people with narrow psychology hated even Shi Zixi, the person who started the matter.

"Put Sun Jiang down."

Suddenly, a clear voice wafted through the venue.

Suddenly, the eyes of those people were focused on the owner of the voice.

The one who spoke was the biting cat, the executive president of the Nebula Awards Committee.

At this moment, she was holding the microphone in her jade hand, and her eyes were calmly looking at Sun Jiang who was unwilling to be angry on the stage.

The staff stopped pulling, but did not let go of Sun Jiang.

His eyes looked hesitantly and suspiciously at the rest of the Nebula Committee.

"The kitten will grow, it's not good to do this." Someone whispered to the biting cat.

The biting cat ignored the people around her, and seeing that the staff on the stage did not let go of Sun Jiang, she continued to speak: "What? There should be no one here with a bigger position than mine. ”

"Listen to what your kitten will say." Yi Chong walked up to the staff and said.

"Uh, okay."

Since then, those staff members have loosened Sun Jiang.

"Sun Jiang, do you think there is a problem with this score?" The biting cat asked this redundant question in a cold voice.

Sun Jiang was already old, and he was a civilian frail type, after the fierce struggle just now, his strength was a little unable to keep up, and several people around him let go, and he also collapsed on the ground all of a sudden.

At this moment, the president asked, and the staff quickly moved the microphone to Sun Jiang's side.

Yi Chong shook his head, sighed, stepped forward, and helped Sun Jiang up.

When other staff saw Yi Chong's actions, they also stepped forward to help.

After some twists and turns, Sun Jiang stood by the microphone steadily.

"Yes, there is a problem." The cat that bites people outside Sun Jiang threatened him with the matter of manipulating public opinion, so he struggled very much in his heart, and then gritted his teeth and said.

"Hmm." The biting cat nodded, thought for a moment, and said, "In that case, I can ask you to randomly select those readers on the spot, and ask them what they scored, and why."

In this way, is there any point for you? ”

After thinking about it for a while, the words spoken by the biting cat were not threatening Sun Jiang, which surprised Sun Jiang.

For biting cats, after some hair. After the leak, he also calmed down a little.

After thinking seriously about the biting cat and weighing it, Sun Jiang finally nodded.

It is not possible to manipulate the reader's score on the spot, and at most it may only be a problem when calculating the machine.

No matter what, Sun Jiang still didn't believe that Shi Zixi's score was higher than his.

"From 400 to 760 are all rated readers, and you can randomly select a number from them for readers to ask." The biting cat said calmly.

Each type of seat on the Nebula Award Committee is planned, and the number behind each seat is also numbered.

Sun Jiang picked up the microphone and started, drawing a number at random

"431 is good."

The spectators sitting in the reader's box quickly turned their heads to look at the numbers on their seats.

Then a person who was probably number 431 raised his hand, and the staff member who stayed next to him quickly handed him the microphone.

The spotlight hit him, it was a little chubby boy with glasses, and nothing else was special.

"Hello reader, may I ask, how much score did you give to Ziyan's painting?

What is the reason? Sun Jiang's words were a little anxious, and he didn't even politely ask his name first.

Because of the sympathy for Sun Jiang, the face of this fat-eyed man was still a little embarrassed:

"Teacher Sun, I'm sorry, I gave Teacher Ziyan a score of 10.

The reason is that her picture is really cute, funny, and cute.

But Mr. Sun, it's not that I don't support it, I also scored very high for your words, really..."

The fat man first praised Shi Zixi's words, and then he wanted to show his kind position.

But Sun Jiang was not interested in listening to the latter words, so he reluctantly coped with it, and asked the next one with a somewhat ugly face.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sun.

I'm also giving that dog picture a 10 points..."

"Why?" Sun Jiang's face became more and more ugly.

"It's similar to the previous one, it's cute and funny......"

next

"I'm very..."

Proceed to the next one

"I thought I was the only one scoring 10, so I couldn't help it..."

And then the next one

"That dog's eyes, Mr. Sun, look at it yourself, it's really cute..."

Next....

I asked more than 10 questions in a row, and they all scored 10 points, and the reason was also very good. "Mr. Sun, I also gave you a high score, but if I want to give a low score to that painting, I really can't do it...."

"Why?"

"Cute and funny." The person who answered followed his inner thoughts, avoided Sun Jiang's sharp gaze, and said in a low voice.

"That's why you gave that painting a perfect score?"

Finally, after asking a lot of people, Sun Jiang's luck was not good, and the people who were drawn were all full scores, and a lot of dissatisfaction accumulated in his heart also broke out again.

"What can I do, that painting melts my heart." The person who was drawn carefully argued.

"Sun Jiang, pay attention to your feelings." The biting cat said sternly.

"67....forget it..."Sun Jiang wanted to continue to shout out the next person and ask again, but his heart had already been hit by the answers of more than a dozen people who had been selected, and he really couldn't hold on.

In the end, he just sighed and stood by the microphone in a daze.

"Sun Jiang, don't you ask?" The biting cat asked.

"Don't ask~~

Don't ask~~

Don't ask~~" Sun Jiang repeated several times in a row, as if he had lost his soul.

The answers of more than 10 people in a row, similar reasons, did not eliminate the incomprehensible expression on his face.

Until now, he still doesn't know where his paintings are compared to Shi Zixi.

And, not only him, but also many comic book authors in the audience, for those readers' answers, still feel incredible and unbelievable.

But so what, that's the reality.

reality

It's so cruel

Didn't give the slightest illusion

Sun Jiang stepped off the microphone in a regular manner, raised his footsteps, and turned around

It instantly seemed to be much older.

I don't know why. His legs were a little weak and weak, and he stumbled on the ground, but he didn't fall flat.

But he didn't care about the image

God. Menstrual sickness is the same

Squat on the ground

I cried

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