Revive it!Wenhao Press

Asking Mr. Gouzi to participate in the award ceremony... I am afraid it will lead to a situation of "Now I invite the award-winning teacher to speak", "Then I will just say a few words".

"That..." Hualichun said cautiously, "Can the organizer send me the certificate of award?"

"Eh?" The proprietress of Sanxianya was taken aback, and looked at her with an unbelievable expression, "Isn't it? Could it be that... not only the writer doesn't plan to attend, but there isn't even a person to take over?"

"No, can't it?" Hualichun couldn't help but sweat a little.

"Ah, this is not impossible..." The proprietress covered her mouth and looked aside, "But after all, it is one of the two major awards in the literary world, the Classical Art and Literature Award, right?"

……

Almost forgot, there was an awards ceremony.

After returning to Hoshinosha, Hualichun sat on the sofa, feeling a little worried.

The real bodies of the teachers are dogs... This matter must not be discovered by the media and exposed to the public, right?Otherwise, the literary works written may not get a fair evaluation.After all, it is absolutely unacceptable for a puppy to write a book or something.

But it is not appropriate to find an actor to play the writer himself. After all, this is the painstaking effort written by the teachers themselves. It would be reconciled to let someone who does not know play themselves to accept the award.

Thinking of this, Hualichun stood up, ready to discuss with Dazai Inu and Chuya Inumoto.

She opened "Let's Revive!"Wenhao Publishing House", and soon found the images of two dogs, which were also composed of a few sand-colored pixels and a few orange and white pixels, from the small library composed of pixels.

To Hualichun's surprise, Dazai Inu and Zhongye Inu stayed in the same place, and the two dogs, who usually would not fight when they met, lived together peacefully at this time, and did not quarrel tit for tat.

After walking into the small library, Hualichun found that Zhongyegou was lying on the carpet, and the book spread out in front of him was "Song of Sheep" published by him.

Obviously those are all poems written by himself, but the little orange dog reads each line very seriously, his eyes are shining, and the corners of his mouth are almost grinning to the sky.During the process, he also made a low "woo woo woof" sound from time to time, as if he couldn't help but want to read these verses aloud.

It seems that the little dog is very satisfied with the poems he wrote.

But Dazai Inu did not appreciate the printed booklet of his own "Setting Sun" repeatedly.The sand-colored Gouzi was sitting not far from Zhongyegou, with a notebook open in front of him, and the dog was holding a pencil in its paws, writing something stroke by stroke.

Seeing Dazai Quan's concentration, Hualichun couldn't help but feel his heart move.

Dazai Inu has not yet written a manuscript for the next issue of "Monthly Literature".Is he writing a new book now?

Seeing that the sand-colored Gouzi was buried in his writing and didn't notice himself, Hualichun couldn't help approaching him quietly from behind, stretched his neck, and glanced at Dazai Gouzi's book.

What caught her eyes was the crooked words written by the unskilled dog's paw holding a pen.

Chuya hates diary [-]

Zhong Ye is really annoying, why is the little thing so obtrusive?Why is such a small man so loud?Did you give up the hope of growing up and use all your strength during the growth period to develop the vocal cords?Ah, Chuya is narcissistic again with the single volume of "Song of Sheep". Why can he be so narcissistic?When will I hold my own poem and see it, it's really disgusting.My "Setting Sun" also won an award, but I'm not so narcissistic...

"..."

It's so dark... It feels like those guys who secretly stick scarecrows in the back...

Seeing Dazai Gou writing "Zhong Ye Hates Diary", and looking up at the ignorant little orange dog from time to time, and then continuing to complain, Hua Lichun couldn't help being a little speechless: "..."

Since she is not writing a new work, she will not be polite.Hualichun took a deep breath: "Mr. Dazai, Mr. Chuya!"

The two dogs were suddenly awakened from their own world by Hualichun's voice, and looked up at her.

"The thing is like this. The award ceremony for the Classical Art and Literature Award will be held soon..."

Hualichun told the two dogs one by one about the Classical Art and Literature Award, and finally asked uncertainly: "According to the proprietress of Sanxianya, someone must attend the award ceremony. Such a heavyweight award, but no one accepts it, which is too unreasonable. So what are the two teachers going to do?"

Hearing this, the sand-colored dog and the small orange-white dog silently looked down at their dog's paws, and then looked at Hualichun, with self-evident expressions in their eyes: "...Wow, woof, woof."

"Sure enough... the two teachers also think it would be better not to attend the meeting in real body." Hualichun sighed, "Indeed, the only way to be a cover writer is now. How about the award ceremony?"

Dazai dog got up and walked over, putting his fluffy paws on Hualichun's lap.

The sand-colored dog was lying on Hualichun's lap, looking up at her, his eyes shining with wisdom.He raised his other front paw, patted Hualichun's hand, and then slapped her in the face: "Wow!"

"Eh? Do you want me to pick it up?" Hualichun was stunned for a while, and asked vaguely with a dog's paw on her face, "Is this really okay?"

Chuya Inu barked, and Dazai Inu nodded in agreement.

They couldn't make it to the awards ceremony, which is a pity, but there's nothing they can do about it.But if someone wants to accept the award on their behalf, Hualichun is the perfect choice.

Without her, there would be no "Setting Sun", "Song of Sheep", and so many works sent to this world through Hoshinosha and "Monthly Literature".

Seeing the serious eyes of the dogs, Hualichun, who was still a little hesitant at first, froze for a moment, but then his eyes also became firm.

"Then trouble each of the two teachers to write an acceptance speech for me. I will read these two acceptance speeches at the award ceremony. And, if you have anything else you want to say at the ceremony, you can tell me. "

Hualichun took a deep breath.

"Let's make this award show an event people will never forget!"

***

On the day of the Classical Art and Literature Awards Ceremony, at [-]:[-] p.m.

In the living room of the Grand Hotel where the awards ceremony was held, reporters from various media were already densely packed.The huge meeting room was filled with noisy whispers.And the prepared podium was empty at the moment, only the security guards in black suits who maintained order stood aside.

The writers, cartoonists, singers and musicians who received the awards this time were all waiting in the backstage lounge.

"Not yet."

In the corner of the lounge, Tomomo Naganoguchi, the editor of "The Age of Literature" in a suit and leather shoes, raised his wrist and looked at the time on his watch.

"It's almost time for the ceremony to begin." He muttered to himself, "Osamu Dazai and Chuya Nakahara... Are these two writers planning to miss the award ceremony? It's rare that I still want to see the newcomer writer who defeated Mr. Koyama. What a difference."

Next to Tomo Noguchi, there are two writers, a man and a woman—they are writers signed by Bailang Club, and they won the Newcomer Award and the Best Prose Award of the Classical Art and Literature Award respectively.

Standing aside, there were two editors who came together, and one of them was Kaya Koyama's current editor, Chieko Aoyama.

"It's really disappointing." The young writer who won the Newcomer Award couldn't help but sigh, "Besides winning the award, what I look forward to seeing most at this award ceremony are those two teachers."

"Both are newcomers. I was still complacent when the newcomer award was announced, but after hearing the awards that these two teachers who are also newcomers won, I couldn't be happy at all."

"Is this the gap between people..." he sighed.

"Aoyama," Satoshi Noguchi was noncommittal to the words of the young writer, but turned around and said to the two young editors he had brought with him, "I specially brought you here as trainees this time, just to let you get to know him well. Our enemy. But since the two writers don't plan to show up, there is nothing they can do. In short, after the award ceremony starts, you should watch carefully. After the ceremony is over, the winners and members of the judging committee will also attend the reception , the president of the Japanese Writers Association will also come, and there was a precedent in history that the Minister of Education of Japan also came to the reception. Then I will introduce you to these important figures in the literary world."

"Although the Classical Art and Literature Award missed the highest award this time, there will be the New School Award, next year's award, and the next year's award... the next award must not be missed!"

When Noguchi Satoshi said this, the two editors he brought were silent-for four consecutive years, the highest award of the Classical Art and Literature Award was won by the writer in charge of Bailang Club.And this four-year record was ruthlessly broken by two new writers.

And they are also writers from Hoshinosha.

Noguchi Satoshi is a veteran editor who has experienced Hoshinosha's heyday. This time, the highest award was taken away from the writers of Hoshinosha from the writers of Bailangsha, which made him feel a great sense of crisis.

"Handing Mr. Xiaoshan into the hands of you who are still inexperienced, it represents how much the editorial department expects from you, Aoyama." Tomokata Noguchi said in a deep voice, "The next era will be the era of new stars, whether it is a writer Or editing, it’s the same.”

After hearing Tomo Noguchi's words, Chieko Aoyama couldn't help swallowing her saliva, and her gaze became firm: "I understand."

At that moment, a thought appeared in Chieko Aoyama's heart uncontrollably.

Originally, Koyama Kaya should also stand here with her, waiting to receive the highest award certificate.

However, he was defeated.

At this moment, a commotion could be heard outside in the lounge.

"The award ceremony has begun." Noguchi said in a low voice. "It seems that Osamu Dazai and Nakahara really don't plan to show up. Although they are talented writers, they will definitely be criticized by the media."

The people in the lounge were commotioned by the noise from outside.Chieko Aoyama was a little nervous.And at this moment, her shoulder was suddenly bumped by someone passing behind her.

A girl's voice came from behind: "Ah, I'm sorry. I was squeezed just now."

"It's ok."

Chieko Aoyama turned her head while talking, but found that behind her was a girl in a dark blue skirt, with long black hair with bangs, and black-rimmed glasses.

For some reason, Chieko Aoyama found this girl's voice somewhat familiar.

Seeing the girl walking away, Chieko Aoyama asked Noguchi Tomoku curiously: "Chief editor, do you know that girl?"

"I don't know." Satoshi Noguchi watched the girl walk aside, talked to a fat manga editor wearing glasses, and shook his head, "She looks very young, maybe someone who works here. But she looks pretty. , so it’s also possible that a young actor or idol is looking for a job opportunity.”

"After all, the chances of winning the Classical Art and Literature Award, comics, etc. to be adapted into movies and TV shows are quite good, so many actors and producers will come to try their luck. If ordinary actors can If you play an outstanding role in a film and television work that is high enough, you might become a hit."

The huge TV screen in the lounge also began to simultaneously broadcast live the situation on the stage of the awards ceremony.Soon, the newcomer award winners, including the young writers signed with "Literary Times", were first brought to the stage by the staff.

Immediately afterwards, it was the best award in the literature department.

Watching one writer after another appear on the screen of the live broadcast, Chieko Aoyama couldn't help but hear what the editor-in-chief said just now.

The future Bailang Society and the future "Literary Times" will eventually fall on the shoulders of newcomers like her, and she will become a sole editor in the future.

But that is still too far away for her who has only two years of work experience.What does it take to be the person who supports a magazine, or even a publishing house?

"Miss Ozawa, please come with me."

At this moment, the staff came to lure out the best prose award winner beside Chieko Aoyama.Chieko Aoyama watched the backs of the best award winners all the way with her thoughts, but suddenly found that there was an extra person behind them.

It was the girl who bumped into her just now.The girl put on a mask and followed behind.

"I went out with other staff members, so they are part-time students..." Chieko Aoyama was talking to herself, but suddenly found that the girl took something out of her pocket.

The blue suspenders flashed by, and Chieko Aoyama couldn't help being startled.

——That is the card given to everyone when entering the hotel.Red slings are award-winning writers, yellow slings are media, and blue slings are publishers.

This thin and petite girl...is she from the publishing house?

At that moment, in Chieko Aoyama's mind, the figure of the female high school student running up the slope that she had seen in the Setagaya villa area suddenly appeared.

When I heard him talking with the president of Hoshinosha outside Kaya Koyama's house that time, Chieko Aoyama was too nervous and didn't come out until she couldn't hear the sound at all, so she didn't see the appearance of the president of Hoshinosha.But at this moment, the voice heard at the beginning and the girl's voice just now were instantly connected together - it was the same voice.

Although the hairstyle was changed and a mask was put on the face, the figure of the purple-haired high school girl and the girl who walked out of the lounge with other award-winning writers overlapped.

——So, she is that high school girl...the president of Hoshinosha!

Chieko Aoyama looked at the girl's back in astonishment.

——A high school girl, who turned out to be the one who supported Hoshinosha and "Monthly Literature" that were on the verge of bankruptcy?