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Before the filming of Murder of the Rose was completed, Chen Lan had given Song Qingyou a dozen scripts to choose from.

Unfortunately, none of them caught Song Qingyou’s eye.

Therefore, after filming Murder of the Rose, apart from rehearsing the play as usual, she had to put on the identity of Qing Meng and continue writing the script.

During this time, she also replied to Wen Xia, saying that her new book was still in the process of being written and that she should not be anxious.

Even if she wanted to rush the manuscript, she wouldn’t send a message every half an hour.

Who knew that less than ten minutes after the message was sent, Wen Xia rang the doorbell.

Song Qingyou opened the door, her lips twitching.

“Don’t tell me you’ve been camping nearby every day?”

“No, no.” Wen Xia hurriedly explained, “I just happened to pass by today. Don’t misunderstand.”

What a joke! Song Qingyou was almost an ancestor to her. She would never do anything to make her unhappy!

“How many words have you written in your new book? Was it still science fiction? Is it convenient for me to read a little first?”

Wen Xia’s barrage of questions made Song Qingyou glance guiltily at the laptop on the coffee table.

The former was a veteran editor, how could she not see it?

She immediately sat down. “This should be the new…”

Wen Xia stopped halfway through her sentence.

“Not a single word? Is this what you meant by writing?”

Song Qingyou blinked innocently.

“The new book is in the midst of being written. The genre has not been decided yet, and the story has not been written yet.”

“I knew it.” Wen Xia facepalmed.

“I don’t plan to write a sci-fi novel,” Song Qingyou tried to change the subject.

This move was very effective.

“Why?” Wen Xia immediately raised her head.

“If nothing goes wrong, your City of Machinery will win a lot of awards. Now, everyone regards you as the ‘light of science fiction.\'”

“If you continue to write, you might be a judge in the field of science fiction in less than two years.”

There were too few people who wrote science fiction novels, and the judges might not need to look at qualifications.

“I don’t want to be a judge.”

“I know.” Wen Xia had a look of understanding. “You even asked me to accept the award on your behalf. It’s obvious that you don’t want to show your face!” “But what genre do you plan to write your new book? I almost forgot that you’ve written quite a few scripts. I don’t think there’s any problem with the other types…”

Song Qingyou thought about it and said her initial thoughts, “Suspense thriller. I want to write a suspense novel.”

“Because of that killer role?”

“Murder of the Rose.”

Wenxia: “Yes, Murder of the Rose. I saw it on Weibo. Aren’t you filming this movie? I think this movie is about the same type.”

“It can be considered a source of inspiration.” Song Qingyou pondered.

“When will you hand in the manuscript?” Wen Xia asked directly.

Song Qingyou paused. “Aren’t you going to give me some advice?”

“As long as you can guarantee the quality of the book, I won’t have any objections. So, can you submit the manuscript by the end of the year?”

There were still five months to the end of the year.

“I’ll try my best.” Song Qingyou pondered for a moment, but still didn’t give a clear answer.

“I know. You still need inspiration to write a book.” Wen Xia said very good-naturedly, “As long as you don’t pigeonhole me, everything is negotiable.”

“Also-”

She turned around and took out a golden trophy from her handbag.

“This is the science fiction award that Gate of the Towerwon overseas. If nothing goes wrong, your two books will be translated into seven languages by the end of the year and sold in dozens of countries overseas.”

“Congratulations.”

Wen Xia handed the trophy to Song Qingyou with both hands.

A few days ago, she wanted to talk to Song Qingyou about this, but she hadn’t been able to contact her.

Fortunately, Song Qingyou had already stated in the contract that the copyright of the book belonged to her, but the publishing and sales matters were completely handled by the publishing house.

Song Qingyou took the trophy and rubbed the words on the base.

“Charles Award…The best novella of the year…”

Charles was the founder of modern science fiction on earth. It was not an exaggeration to say that the award named after him was the highest award in science fiction.

No wonder Wen Xia wanted her to continue writing science fiction novels.

Song Qingyou hadn’t expected to receive such a big award, so it was impossible for her not to be excited.

Jiang Zhihan noticed the change in her mood. He jumped onto the coffee table and stared at the words on the base of the trophy without blinking.

Wen Xia looked at her tightly clutching the trophy and joked, “Who asked you to not be here a few days ago? Otherwise, you could go and receive the award yourself.”

“How many science fiction writers want to win this award, but you haven’t even gone in person…You don’t know how shocked the people at the scene were. They were even more shocked than when they knew that you were only twenty years old.”

Fortunately, there was no rule that the winner had to be present in person.

Song Qingyou smiled. She could imagine that scene.

“The members of the award committee seem to like your book very much. They all asked me a lot about it.”

“They said that the sci-fi content you wrote was very detailed, as if you had lived in a sci-fi world before…Very powerful.”

Song Qingyou couldn’t help but sigh. These science fiction writers were really sharp.

Wen Xia wanted to sigh. It was a pity that Song Qingyou didn’t continue to write sci-fi, but before she could open her mouth, her phone rang.

She had always been busy with work, so she couldn’t waste any more time. She got up and said goodbye to Song Qingyou before leaving in a hurry.

Song Qingyou put the trophy in the glass cabinet and turned to meet her cat’s gaze. She couldn’t help but poke the cat’s little head.

“Those sci-fi writers sure have sharp instincts. Zhizhi, don’t you think so?”

A question mark popped up in Jiang Zhihan’s head.

What did Song Qingyou mean?

– Paranoid?

He watched as Song Qingyou walked into the kitchen. She didn’t seem strange at all. He just felt that he should go and study the two books she had written.

Two days before the broadcast of the third episode of the All-Class Challenge.

Lin Xuyang took the initiative to contact Song Qingyou.

“You-zi, do you want to come to the company to take a look? The registration process for the logistics company has been completed. The address is on the 14th to 21st floors of Huaxin Commercial Building on Huaxin Road. The investment company will be opened on the 22nd to the top floor.”

“The procedures are done so quickly?” Song Qingyou was surprised. “Have you contacted Assistant Fang? Also, how’s the connection with University A’s laboratory?”

“We don’t lack funds. Of course, the procedures were done very quickly.”

Lin Xuyang replied, “Assistant Fang said that President Jiang will only focus on investing for the time being. We will look for him when there are problems that need to be solved… As for the rest, we’ll talk about it when we meet. Are you free recently?”

Song Qingyou looked at her schedule and said, “Tomorrow… What do you think about this morning?”

“Morning? I might have something to do in the morning… What are you doing this afternoon? Photoshoot? Or filming a show?”

“I have to act in a play in the afternoon.”

“Play…” Lin Xuyang thought about it and asked, “May I have the honor to watch a live performance?”

“See you then… I’ll get Sister Lan to send you a ticket.”

“Yes..”