"The nominees for Best Short Story of the Year include The Country Flower House, Sisley's Mill, Miss Angel and Snow White, and now we have Viscount Richard announcing the final results for us. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The fact that a viscount was the guest of honour was a testament to the importance that the Kingdom attached to the conference.

Wren immediately jumped up from his groggy state when he heard Snow White and said, "Oh, it's Snow White, Mel, it's your novel, you're going to win an award!"

Maier felt his heart beat faster, and although he didn't care much about it, he couldn't help but be nervous when it really came.

Ellie and Kaka also looked closely at the Viscount in the center.

"I love all of these novels, especially Miss Angel, which I read at least six times, and the other novels are also very good, and by the way, I heard that the author of Snow White is only a sixteen-year-old boy. ”

"Let me think about what I was doing when I was sixteen? Well, I can't remember, but I can't write such a good novel, what a genius boy to look forward to. ”

As soon as the viscount's words fell, the whole hall shook.

"Snow White" may have been seen by many people in this hall, but most of them have not known the author behind the story, that is, they do not know the age of Myer.

According to normal speculation, a person who can write such a good story can at least have a certain amount of experience in life.

A sixteen-year-old could write a story that could be published in Loren Anderson, they couldn't have imagined it.

And it happened for real, and it was nominated for Best Short Story, and they were shocked.

The entire hall was filled with the sounds of exclamation and gasps.

"I announce that the winner of the best short story of the year is, 'The Mill of Sisley'!"

Once again, the hall was flooded with cheers.

A middle-aged man in his forties walked up step by step, his steps were slow, but steady, and he took the trophy from the viscount's hand, but there was not much expression on his face.

"Thank you!"

After speaking, the middle-aged man walked down again.

It was a bit cold for a while.

This is the annual writers' jury, one of only six awards, and it's a coveted award for countless writers.

Shouldn't it be a very happy and exciting thing to win an award?

How can it just end with two simple words?

The vast majority of people in the hall didn't understand.

Wren was dumbfounded, and said, "This is too personal, this is the best short story of the year, if I can win this award, I will be satisfied for the rest of my life, why did he go down like this?"

"I remember that he was Mario Pope, the writer whose wife died in an accident and who moved to the countryside alone to live in isolation. ”

"I heard that he wouldn't talk to anyone for a whole year, either looking at the distance and missing his wife in a daze, or writing a novel. ”

"Oh, it's him, it's no wonder, I have to say, although this guy doesn't talk to people, his writing ability is really first-class, he's a good writer. ”

"Alas, alas, fate makes people. ”

Maier looked at the writer everyone was talking about, and frowned slightly.

The moderator took the stage again.

"The Knights of the End, The Beggar of Nalan Street, Looking Up to the Stars and The Ghost of Cantville were nominated for Best Novella of the Year, and we asked Viscount Hammerson to announce the final results for us. ”

Viscount Hammerson should have just inherited the title, just a young man in his early twenties, obviously dressed up in detail, and looked particularly attractive to the little girl's eye.

"The Knight of the End tells a very tragic story, his chivalry is worth learning from, and The Beggar on Nalan Street tells a group of people who live at the bottom, and it is very realistic. ”

"Looking up at the stars is a dream story, and I especially like the sentence in it, I hope that one day, I look up at the starry sky, and there is a star that will twinkle for me. ”

"The Ghost of Canterville, there are no ghosts in this world, but everyone has a ghost in their hearts, don't let the ghost in your heart control you, by the way, this novel is also a teenager. ”

The hall shook again, these days, genius boys are already so worthless, there is a sixteen-year-old boy among the nominees for the best short story, and there is actually one best novella.

"Well, it's actually the same author of Snow White. With a wicked smile on his face, Viscount Hammerson deliberately paused before speaking.

The hall was almost shattered by an exclamation.

It's just incredible, how is that possible?

A sixteen-year-old boy actually wrote two nominated novels, which is no longer a genius to describe, this is simply a genius that is rare in a hundred years!

Viscount Hammerson smiled slightly and said, "Don't be surprised yet, because you may be even more shocked by my next sentence, the winner of the best novella, "The Ghost of Canterville"!"

Everyone was stunned, and then burst into unparalleled amazement!

This and this are so surprising!

It's incredible!

If the nomination can be justified, it can be explained by the word genius, but the meaning of winning the award is completely different, since the establishment of the Writers' Jury Award, the youngest award-winning writer is outside the age of 30.

Not even one who happens to be thirty years old.

But today, someone has advanced this age to sixteen, and at the age of sixteen, he won the award for the best novella of the year, which is like a miracle.

"Oh, Myer, you've won, you've won!"

Wren jumped up excitedly, as if he was even happier than he had won the award.

"Congratulations, Mel. Elle looked at Mel and was genuinely happy for her friend.

"Master Grande, congratulations. Kaka's eyes were full of envy.

"Thank you. Maier smiled slightly, and then walked out of the private room, along the aisle in the crowd, to the high platform in the center, and countless people focused their eyes on Maier.

They wanted to see what kind of teenager could write such a good story.

"Congratulations, Mr. Meyer. "Viscount Hammerson handed the trophy into the hands of Meyer.

"Thank you. ”

Maier looked around and took a deep breath.

"Thank you very much for ......"