As an actor, it makes sense for me to know some kung fu, right?

"When I met...an old man named Fugui...it happened to be summer..."

"...the chicken grew bigger...and turned into a goose...the sheep grew bigger...and became a cow..."

"Today... Youqing and Erxi... plowed an acre... the bitter roots are still small..."

As Xu Lu's voice fell, a novel finally came to an end.

However, the voice of artificial intelligence Zhen Weisheng sounded at the same time. It was still a mechanical voice, as if it was not affected by the "healing" plot just now:

"Mr. Xu, your novel has been typeset and checked. What is its name?"

"The name is 'living'!"

Xu Lu took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

To be honest, he almost became depressed when he recited this novel in one breath just now through the memory capsule's ability.

It’s also a credit to the artificial intelligence named Zhen Weiss who helped record the situation. If it had been any other serious human being, he would probably have runny noses and burst into tears at this time.

After all, this thing is 'alive', known as the ceiling of despair.

After reading this, people with poor tolerance will really be ‘cured’.

Fortunately, Xu Lu's endurance was not bad, and he had seen it several times before, so he had a little resistance.

When he was thinking about how to 'snipe' Master Zhuang's novel 'Life's Journey', 'alive' appeared in his mind for the first time.

Compared to something like the 'Life's Journey', which makes no excuses, the lethality of 'living' is simply a hundred times greater!

So as long as there is nothing wrong with the brains and eyes of those on the judging panel, Master Zhuang will have been eliminated early.

Of course, there was another reason for Xu Lu to copy this novel, and that was because after he got caught in the rain, no one else would want to hold an umbrella.

He was severely tortured by this novel. Now that he has the opportunity, of course he must let people in this world feel the cruelty he has suffered...

Thinking of this, Xu Lu ordered:

"Zhen Weisz, first publish this novel on Shuqie Novel Network, and then send a copy to the judges of the annual masterpiece list.

Oh, by the way, let’s contact the publishing house that published ‘The Divine Condor’ before and publish this ‘Living’ book directly to save us the trouble...”

"Okay, Mr. Xu, I will handle this matter for you right away!"

There was no such word as 'difficulty' in Zhen Weisian's dictionary, so he immediately agreed upon hearing this.

In fact, letting Zhen Weis handle various things is far more reassuring than using other people to handle it. There is no need to worry about any mistakes at all. This is the awesomeness of artificial intelligence.

……

Liang Qi is one of the judges of the ‘Annual Masterpiece List’.

As the judges of the ranking, in addition to assessing the famous works, they also need to screen the works recommended by all parties, and basically screening the works is the main work in the later stage.

On this day, Liang Qizheng opened his mailbox again and began his daily selection work. Soon, he declined several novels recommended by others.

"Alas, the works that were selected are still barely interesting after all. This move is just to give a channel for those works that are not yet famous.

In fact, the works that can be included in the annual masterpiece list every year have already gained a lot of fame among the public before we select them. I am afraid this is also the case today! "

After sighing a little and taking a few sips of strong tea, Liang Qizheng opened another recommendation email.

Soon, a novel called "Alive" came into his eyes.

Just seeing these two words, Liang Qizheng frowned.

Two-word novels are relatively rare, and they mostly come from people who are very famous themselves.

But the author of this work is an unknown author, and his pen name is a bit strange, called "Mr. Xu".

"Forget it, let's take a look at the content first. Although I don't think a newcomer can write anything amazing, the process still needs to be followed!"

With this in mind, Liang Qi opened the first chapter.

So he saw a novel that had just been published in this world and was known as the ceiling of domestic despair.

At first, Liang Qizheng didn't feel the "healing" of this novel. He just felt that the writing was surprisingly clean and neat. Although it was not a gorgeous language, it read quite smoothly.

This surprised Liang Qizheng, because he knew that someone with such writing skills would definitely not be able to write by a newcomer.

"I'm going to unearth a masterpiece today. This is really unexpected!"

Liang Qizheng murmured, and soon started to look behind him, and saw the scene where the protagonist Fugui lost his family property.

"He is really a prodigal. He has lost all his family's inheritance. I don't know what to do next?"

Liang Qizheng has been completely immersed in the plot. As time passes little by little, characters in the book begin to receive lunch boxes one after another, and the protagonist Fugui also suffers blows again and again...

Even though Liang Qizheng was already in his forties, he was still able to see through his defenses.

"This author... this author's work is too tragic, so contagious.

Hiss, I have a hunch that this novel is going to occupy a place on the annual masterpiece list! "

After reading all the [-] words, Liang Qizheng took a deep breath.

When he looked up, he found that it was already dark, and he had been sitting here all afternoon without knowing it.

When he opened the phone again, he found several phone calls and text messages from his wife.

He had been so absorbed in watching it before that he had never noticed it.

After thinking for a while, Liang Qizheng sent a message back to his wife, saying that he would go back later today.

Then he ordered a takeaway for himself, and then pulled the progress bar to zero.

That's right! He was going to read "Alive" again. Because he was completely immersed in it just now, he saw it from the perspective of a reader.

But Liang Qizheng’s identity is not just a reader, he is also a judge of the ‘Annual Masterpiece List’!

Therefore, we must give a fair evaluation to this work from the perspective of a judge...

Liang Qizheng didn't finish the task until after midnight.

At the end, he gave his final evaluation of '10 points' and then forwarded the email to another judge on the judging panel.

Yes. The judges have the right to veto the unsuccessful works, but they have to conduct cross-examination for the selected works.

In fact, many authors would submit a manuscript to multiple submissions just to increase the chance of being selected.

Of course, this is purely their own fantasy.

Because if the content of the work is not good, it will not help no matter how many times you submit it.

And with Liang Qizheng's recommendation, "Living" quickly spread among the judges of the annual masterpiece list.

And because of the "healing" attribute of this novel, everyone quickly compared it with Master Zhuang's tragic novel "Life's Journey".

If there is no comparison, "Life's Journey" can still be regarded as a good work, but compared with "Living", "Life's Journey" instantly looks bleak!

Of course, Master Zhuang, who we are ‘strengthening’, obviously knows nothing about this matter.

After all, he doesn't think that someone's work will pose a threat to his "Life's Journey".

In fact, he and some friends in the industry agree.

‘Life’s Journey’ is definitely on last year’s masterpiece list, and it even has a chance to hit the ‘Ten Years List’!