I don’t know if it was an illusion, but the camera was aimed at his face for a very long time.

The host's voice sounded in the audience, a man with a dark and thin face. Wang Zixu didn't watch variety shows. If he watched it, he would recognize that the person was a well-known host of a certain TV station.

After the famous host gave a opening remark, he announced that the discussion began. The man sitting at nine o'clock took the lead in standing up and talking - the discussion began suddenly in Wang Zixu's trance.

The crowd slowly gathered around, and the seats that were listening were full in an instant.

At first, Wang Zixu wanted to listen carefully to these celebrities' speeches. He even regretted not bringing his laptop, but after listening to the speeches of several people, he became a little drowsy.

The discussion topic revolves around the "Nobel Prize in Literature", but the first few people's speeches were too focused on reading and sharing, either choosing a few important figures or catching an unpopular character to start the lecture.

Xiao Mengyin just repeatedly emphasized to him that the level of this discussion was very high. He was as if he was facing a great enemy, but he found that he had overreacted.

From the expressions of the people who were listening, it can be seen that this discussion may be very high for them, but it is indeed a bit boring for Wang Zixu.

The speech order was clockwise, and soon Zhuang Die was at 12 o'clock.

"I think the points mentioned by the teachers just now are very good and have broadened my horizons. I am very glad to be invited to come here and be able to collide with different ideas.

"Everyone is a scholar, and should be able to have the same experience as me - reading is a lonely thing. The more you read, the more you are like a lonely boat floating in the sea of ​​people, unable to integrate into the topics of the mortal world, and isolating yourself..."

After listening to it, the little bear spread his hands and turned to look at Xiao Mengyin, but Xiao Mengyin didn't look at him.

Isn’t this all the content I told them just now?!

Xiao Mengyin sucked her lips and her eyes rolled up. Zhuang Die, a guy, seemed to be using them as an experimental field. The content of his speech had already been well prepared, and he told them just now was a drill.

He really didn't pretend at all.

"...However, the sharing of several teachers just now focuses on unpopular authors who are less familiar to domestic readers. Compared to sharing unpopular authors, I prefer to find new perspectives from some important works.

"So what I want to talk to you is "The Quiet Don", the work of Mikhail Sholokhov.

"He was only 21 years old when he published the first one."

After a pause, Zhuang Die's eyes moved towards Wang Zixu and said:

"I don't know what you feel at this age. What I feel is a sword light that penetrates the fog of history. That's right, the sword light, sharp, and the cold-shining sword light made my self-esteem chill.

"The Quiet Don River was written a hundred years ago, but its analysis of human nature is not outdated even today. The author himself is only 21 years old. What kind of talent is this?

"What I want to say is that for a writer, the most precious thing is talent, not traffic. Talent is something that can stand the test of time.

"I just said that it was an honor to be invited, but I felt very unhappy when I saw one of the authors here.

"This author made his debut at the age of 30 with a 600,000-word work. He took advantage of the public's natural distrust of literature and fired at his predecessors in public to shape his image and gained traffic.

"How can I be honored to be such an author be invited to sit here and discuss the same topic with us?"

Zhuang Die's lightning-like vision shot straight at Wang Zixu a few meters away.
Chapter completed!