As soon as this idea flashed, He Yun felt more and more feasible, but at the same time, when he thought about it, he felt that it seemed inappropriate.

The miniature science fiction novel he wrote, even with punctuation, is only seven or eight hundred words, and such a short length seems too monotonous in terms of content, and it must be expanded, at least to three thousand words or even five thousand words, as a short story to submit.

As for the platform for submission, he thinks "Science Fiction World" may be the best choice.

That's right!

It's Science Fiction World magazine!

Maybe you haven't heard of this magazine, but this magazine is well-known in the domestic science fiction industry.

"Science Fiction World" magazine was founded in 1979, that is, the year after the reform and opening up, formerly known as "Science Literature and Art" and "Strange Talk", in 1991, "Science Literature and Art" was changed to "Science Fiction World", and later unanimously committed to the introduction of famous foreign science fiction novels, and in the mid-to-late nineties, began to focus on cultivating domestic local science fiction writers.

The most famous of these is naturally Liu Cixin.

You heard it right!

is the Liu Cixin who wrote "The Three-Body Problem"!

Liu Cixin himself began to contribute to "Science Fiction World" in the 90s, and later in 2006, the first part of "The Three-Body Problem" he created, which was also serialized in "Science Fiction World" magazine, reacted strongly, and finally published a single book.

Of course, this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that "Science Fiction World" has set up the first and only highest award in the science fiction industry in China - the Galaxy Award.

This award, which was established in 1986 and is next year, will become a monument in the future science fiction industry in China, and it is also the lifelong dream and pursuit of many science fiction writers.

As soon as he thought of this supreme award in the science fiction industry, He Yun's heart suddenly surged with heat, and he felt that he might be able to impact this award, maybe he would succeed!

All right! Although it is indeed difficult for him to achieve this extravagance, if he does not try, who can be 100% sure that he will not succeed!

Coming back to his senses, He Yun glanced at the other Chinese teachers, and no longer had the heart to "ask for advice" from them, he hurriedly said, "Teacher Zhang! I'll put the test questions here, and I'll have classes later, so I'll go to the classroom first, and you can read slowly! If there is any good suggestion, I will correct it! ”

Regarding He Yun's modesty, the other Chinese teachers smiled and didn't say anything, while Teacher Zhang Juan nodded slightly and said, "Okay!" Then you go to class first! Don't delay! ”

After He Yun left the office, he hurriedly took the textbook and came to the first class of junior high school.

After class, He Yun immediately went back to his dormitory, took out the draft, looked at it carefully, and after determining the idea, he rewrote it non-stop.

It's just that what makes him a little painful is that he doesn't know what's wrong, he doesn't have any inspiration at all, half an hour has passed, and he has only written a few hundred words, and when he reads it, he even feels that the sentences are dry, and there is no vitality at all.

"Looks like I'm going to have to find some inspiration! Or just take a break and try to write again in the evening? ”

He Yun muttered secretly, couldn't help but put the pen back in place, stood up, took a deep breath, and finally decided not to write now, or save it for the evening to write.

So, he cleaned up and left the dormitory.

............

At the same time, the teacher's office.

Principal Zhao walked in, he looked at the crowd, and found that everyone was gathered around, as if they were looking at something, so he walked over curiously.

"What are you looking at? So obsessed? ”

"Principal Zhao! You're here! We are all looking at Mr. He's questions! Teacher Zhang Juan raised her head and replied to Principal Zhao with a smile.

"What do you mean Koga? He just got the title out? It's been less than a day! Is it so fast? Principal Zhao obviously didn't believe it, but when he got the blank paper He Yun brought, he was stunned.

The white paper was full of words, and the previous ones were changed from words and sentences to words and sentences, he glanced at them hurriedly, and continued to look down, when he saw Mulan's poems (words), he was not surprised, after all, these are all in the textbook.

However, when he continued to look down, his face changed again and again, and finally he said in great surprise: "What a novel!" This should be science fiction! ”

"Yes, yes, yes! I didn't expect Principal Zhao to know science fiction too! ”

"Principal Zhao! You don't know yet, do you? This science fiction novel was written by Mr. He himself! ”

"What? He wrote it himself! That's amazing, isn't it? This Xiaohe, silently, released me a big satellite again! No way! I've got to find him! ”

When Principal Zhao heard this, he was shocked, he immediately put down the test questions, turned around and went out to look for He Yun.

At this time, He Yun was not in the dormitory, nor in the classroom, but came to the guard room and chatted with the old man in the guard room.

All right! He Yun actually felt that his inspiration was exhausted, and he seemed too bored, walking aimlessly at school.

And as he walked, he came to the guard's room, and at this time, the doorman's uncle was sipping on his fried pumpkin seeds, wearing a pair of old-fashioned reading glasses, and holding a newspaper to look at it, so he walked over.

"It's Mr. Kohe! What's wrong? Didn't have classes in the morning? The old man helped the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, glanced at He Yun who came over, and asked.

"There's a lesson! But it's already done! Uncle, what are you looking at? He Yun walked over, found a chair and sat down.

"Ahh Hunan Province Daily! What do you see? I've got a lot more! ”

"Nope! Uncle....... You should be sixty this year, right? ”

"Still sixty? It's long gone! Xiao He! Are you looking for something old man! The old man seemed to see that He Yun was in trouble, so he asked again.

When He Yun heard this, he smiled awkwardly, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Uncle, you are really amazing!" You can see it! Actually, it's nothing, I just want to ask you, are you satisfied with your current life? ”

"Satisfied! Of course I am satisfied! Compared with the 60s, now, I can at least eat enough, you young don't know, in the 60s, even eat soil, eat tree bark, unlike now, the country has contracted production to households, but also reform and opening up, everyone's income is also increasing year by year, food is no longer a problem! ”

"And what else do you want now? Or what are you looking forward to in the future? ”

"Wishes? Expect? How can you ask this young man, you really deserve to be a great writer! But seriously, the old man's greatest wish now is, of course, to be able to see my grandson admitted to college before I die! For the rest, it's nothing! The old man turned his head, looked at He Yun, replied with a smile, and then continued to look at the newspaper in his hand.

"That's right....... Uncle, you still have this wish........."

"That's right! Can I write like this? I didn't think of that! ”

Suddenly, He Yun had a flash of inspiration, and inspiration came in an instant!

He didn't have time to think about it, so he immediately got up and walked to his dormitory.