China.
On Weibo.
"Fuck!"
"We've lost the Nobel Prize!"
"It's over, it's over!"
"It's been won by the Indians!"
"Hai, it's over!"
"I've been looking forward to this for a long time. The media has also reported that this is the closest China has ever gotten to winning a Nobel Prize. But in the end, we still didn't get it!"
"Even Face-smacking Zhang has failed!"
"There's nothing we can do about it. That's the Nobel Prize we're talking about. Zhang Ye has never failed at a domestic award before, but the world's highest academic award might still be too far away for us."
…
At his maternal grandma's house.
His sisters were shouting angrily.
"Dammit!"
"Do they have eyes?"
"It should've been given to Brother!"
"Ah San has cheated again!"
…
Back at home.
His father had a look of regret on his face.
His mother pointed at the television and scolded.
"What!"
"Hai."
"There must be a conspiracy!"
…
At the studio.
Sighs of regret could be heard everywhere.
Some of the female staff were even quietly wiping away tears.
"It still didn't work?"
"Is it so difficult to give us a Nobel Prize?"
"I can't accept this!"
"I can't accept this either!"
"Gone with the Wind is clearly not worse than any other book!"
…
At the China Writers' Association.
"I didn't get it!"
"What a pity!"
"Yeah, it was so close! So close! "
"Forget it. Actually, Zhang Ye has already done very well."
…
London.
Lillian's house.
"What a pity!"
"Sis, is he the China friend you were talking about?"
"Yeah, it was my idea to let him fight for the Nobel Prize."
…
India.
The people were in an uproar.
"Heavens!"
"It's us! It's us! "
"Long live Bangalore!"
"Long live India!"
"Unbelievable! India finally has a Nobel Prize! "
"Hahahahaha!"
"I knew it. The Chinese and Japanese won't win the Nobel Prize!"
"I really want to see the expressions of the Chinese!"
…
Germany.
"The Indians have the last laugh!"
"This award is very important!"
"Unexpected, but reasonable!"
"The winner of this year's Literature Awards has finally been announced!"
…
Japan.
"I knew it was him!"
"Too bad it's not ours!"
"It's good enough that Zhang Ye didn't win the Nobel Prize!"
"That's true!"
"Congratulations to the Indians."
…
China.
England.
Korea.
Greece.
Finland.
Canada.
When the Nobel Prize in Literature was announced, all the countries in the world blew up!
The netizens were in a heated discussion!
The media reported it like snowflakes!
…
At the award ceremony.
The director smiled and said, "Let's welcome Bangalore onto the stage to receive the award."
Bangalore straightened his clothes and stood up from his seat with a smile. He strode toward the rostrum with a high-spirited look. At this moment, Bangalore could be said to be the person with the most attention in the world. The influence of the Nobel Prize in Literature in the world was too great.
On stage.
To receive the award.
A group photo.
On the big screen behind him was a list of all of Bangalore's works over the years.
The densely packed book titles made people flabbergasted.
Little Wang said dejectedly, "Has he written so many books before?"
Ha Qiqi said, "It's just that we have too few works."
"It's mainly because Director Zhang doesn't have the time to write them." Little Wang had absolute confidence in Zhang Ye's writing speed. "If we were given another six months, Director Zhang would definitely be able to write 20 books for them!"
Felicia consoled, "Zhang, come back next year."
Zhang Ye smiled. "OK."
Anthony also went to comfort the Japanese author.
The Japanese author said, "I'm already mentally prepared for this."
This incident gave Zhang Ye a better understanding of the Nobel Prize. Back then, he had thought that it was too simple for him to think that he could win the Nobel Prize with just one book. In his previous world, a lot of people would write 10, 20, or 30 books their entire lives, but they would still miss the chance to win the Nobel Prize. Among them, there was no lack of famous literary figures in the world. For him to win the Nobel Prize with just one book, Gone with the Wind, was indeed too difficult.
Hai, if he had known this would happen, he would have competed for another award.
The Mathematics Prize?
The Physics Prize?
Perhaps he had a better chance of winning it.
But it was too late to say anything now. Besides, he did not have enough time left.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Bangalore had already picked up the microphone.
Everyone at the venue looked at him.
Everyone watching the live broadcast around the world also looked at him.
However, when the Indian author opened his mouth, a lot of people were dumbfounded.
Bangalore cleared his throat and said with a proud smile, "First of all, I would like to thank the Nobel Prize Committee. After ten years, you've finally made the right choice."
The audience burst into an uproar!
The entire world was speechless!
Only made the right choice once in ten years?
Could it be that the previous Nobel Prizes in Literature were chosen blindly?
Only this time, they made the right choice?
Anthony was speechless.
Felicia was speechless.
The foundation's director was speechless.
The entire world's people rolled their eyes.
They had long heard that Bangalore was the number one hooligan in the world of literature. It was indeed true!
Zhang Ye was also amused. He looked up and listened to what he had to say.
Then he heard Bangalore raise the trophy and continue, "This trophy should have been mine ten years ago. So other than that, I don't wish to give any other thanks. Because this is the trophy that the Nobel Prize Committee owes me, and because the entire world owes me this trophy, I won't take any interest from it for the past ten years."
…
India.
"Hahaha!"
"He's too arrogant!"
"That's how it should be!"
"Well done, Bangalore!"
"Right, this is what the world owes us!"
…
China.
"That idiot must be crazy!"
"I'm gonna faint, where did this idiot come from!"
"How can he win the Nobel Prize like this?"
"Isn't he afraid that the Nobel Prize Committee will disqualify him!"
…
America.
"What kind of person is this?"
"The Nobel Prize is owed to him?"
"He's too arrogant!"
"Hai, this person is so unlikeable!"
…
Korea.
"I want to beat him up!"
"Me too!"
"This Indian guy is asking for it!"
"Where does he get his confidence from!"
…
The entire world was scolding him!
There was also a lot of skepticism in the venue!
As a result, after Bangalore gave his acceptance speech, not a single person applauded him. As a matter of fact, a lot of foreigners were still very gentlemanly. Especially at an occasion like this, especially at a Nobel Prize award ceremony, even if they didn't like someone, they still had to applaud them. This was the least they could do out of respect and grace. However, Bangalore's acceptance speech was too arrogant. As a result, no one was willing to applaud him.
Everyone in the venue was muttering.
"How infuriating."
"You even said that the entire world owes you?"
"Hur hur!"
The atmosphere was very awkward!
There was no applause!
There was no movement!
But Bangalore did not seem to care. He still swaggered off the podium with the trophy in hand confidently.
The reporters from all over the world were looking at him with their mouths agape. However, the cameras in their hands were not idle. The live broadcast footage was focused on him the entire time as they followed up with close-ups.
The judges in the audience seemed to be regretting their decision.
Some facepalmed.
Some looked angry.
As he walked to the seating area, Bangalore even gave Zhang Ye a look with a smile. No one knew if he did it on purpose, but he even raised the trophy in his hand a little, as though he was trying to show off.
Little Wang glared at him.
Ha Qiqi curled her lips.
Only Zhang Ye laughed.
Over there, the foundation's director walked onto the stage again.
Bangalore brushed past Zhang Ye and walked over to his seat.
But right at this moment, just as the live broadcast camera was about to move back to the podium, a scene that no one around the world had expected happened!
Anthony saw a foot!
Felicia's vision blurred!
The Japanese author's eyes widened in shock!
Everyone around the world saw a foot wearing a leather shoe floating into the camera's view on television. It appeared at Bangalore's feet!
No one could react in time!
No one at the venue could!
Not even the people watching TV!
And Bangalore was even more taken by surprise!
"Ahhh!"
A scream came from Bangalore's mouth!
The next second, the Indian man lost his balance and fell to the ground with a thud!
The trophy shattered!
Bangalore was stunned by the fall!
Pssst. Blood was also flowing from the corner of his eyebrows!
At this moment!
Time seemed to have come to a standstill!
The world seemed to have come to a standstill!
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