In a small room, Bao Xing Xiuxin was sprawled on the bed. His eyes were focused on his phone as he typed on it.
Bao Xing Xiuxin was an ordinary university student. He did not have many hobbies other than literature.
In this room, one could see a bookshelf that took up a third of the room.
This slightly old bookshelf was filled with books, and the most eye-catching were a few brand-new books — Yamada Shinichi's "Who is the Second Man" and "Nocturnal Ghost".
The "Boat of Ziyuan" that he had just bought was placed at the head of the bed. But at this moment, Bao Xing Xiuxin had no time to read. He was sprawled on the bed, his eyes fixed on the phone screen. His face was red as he muttered incessantly, "You bunch of non-citizens!"
"How can you slander Mr. Yamada like this?"
Bao Xing Xiuxin had been informed by his friend that Yamada Shinichi had been nominated for the Ogawa Prize. But now, he was being slandered by many people. He quickly returned home, switched on his phone and logged into his account. On the Web of Benefits, he found many posts slandering Yamada Shinichi. This made him very angry!
The Web of Benefits was created by Toshiyuki Hongyama. It was one of the most popular social media apps in Japan. Its daily active users had exceeded 10 million.
The Web of Benefits was popular among the people. Firstly, it was convenient to register. Secondly, it had powerful social functions. It was deeply loved by the people.
Now, Bao Xing Xiuxin was fighting back against those who were slandering him. He gritted his teeth and opened his eyes wide. His hands were typing rapidly as he left a message under a post.
The content of this post quoted from other people's posts. There were all sorts of doubts in the content. The most eye-catching paragraph was the following.
"I have to admit, whether it is" Who is the Second Man "," Nocturnal Ghost "or" Boat of Ziyuan ", they are all excellent works. But no author can produce three such works in a short period of a year. More importantly, Yamada Shinichi did not even dare to show his face. Yet, he won the Araki Prize and Ōka Prize. He was even nominated for the Ogawa Prize. Isn't this too suspicious?"
Bao Xing Xiuxin was very angry when he saw this. He quickly typed on his phone, "Mr. Yamada was able to win the Araki Prize and Ōka Prize. He was even nominated for the Ogawa Prize. This is the result of the judges and reputable people in society."
"Do you think he's not qualified? Do you think the judges have no vision?"
"Even the judges have recognized Mr. Yamada's work. What's there to doubt?"
"Especially under the premise that there is no evidence, yet you still say these words. This is really infuriating. Where has your sense of justice gone?"
Bao Xing Xiuxin quickly countered the comments on this thread and opened another thread.
The author's name was Sandaime-sama. His post was the most popular post on the Web of Benefits. It had more than 200,000 clicks, and there were many comments below it.
The content of the post was filled with doubts about the existence of Yamada Shinji's true identity.
According to the post, Yamada Shinichi did not show up once or twice when he received the Araki Prize and Ōka Prize. Instead, he got someone else to receive the prize on his behalf. Such behavior was very suspicious. Did Yamada Shinichi really exist?
The post continued to analyze. As a rookie author, it was understandable that Yamada Shinichi had won the Barren Wood Prize. Although such a genius was not common, there were examples.
However, Yamada Shinichi had won the Desolate Wood Prize and quickly won the Ōyama Prize. The next year, he was nominated for the Ogawa Prize. It was too shocking!
One had to know that there had never been such an exaggerated result in the history of Japanese literature.
If Yamada Shinichi really existed, why didn't he come in person?
The main suspicion of this post was that Yamada Shinichi did not exist, or that he was just a pseudonym. He had used some top writers to complete these works and published them under a new pseudonym to obtain huge benefits.
Otherwise, it was difficult to explain why he did not appear. No matter how coincidental it was, it was impossible for there to be problems with two big prizes at the same time. He could not come in person.
Or perhaps the author was the heir of a large consortium and wanted to gain prestige through this.
This post analyzed the possibilities one by one. The reasons were listed one by one. At a glance, it was very convincing!
And there were more than 10,000 comments below this post.
Some supported this post, while others objected. But overall, there were more people who supported this view.
There were even people who left comments below cursing angrily. "Yamada Shinichi, either there is no such person, or there is an insider operation!"
There were even people who left comments and cursed, reaching the level of obscenities.
Bao Xing Xiuxin looked at these comments and the slander on the post. He wished he could pull these people in front of him and beat them up to vent the accumulated anger in his heart.
But there was no other way. Bao Xing Xiuxin quickly typed again and typed: "Bakayaru, such a post can get so many clicks?"
"Is the head of the person who posted the post eaten by a dog?"
"The judges will definitely verify the identity of the person who won the Ōka Prize and the Desolate Wood Prize. If the identity is verified to be fake, they won't give out the big prize!"
"Even if there was a mistake the first time, the verification process for the second Ōka Prize will be even stricter. How can there be no Mr. Yamada?"
"As a qualified literature lover, you should know the basic information of the three major prizes, right?"
"The three major prizes have clear rules. There is a strict identity verification process for personal information. It is impossible to even be nominated if one's identity is fake!"
"How ignorant are you to slander Mr. Yamada as fictional?"
And the moment this post was posted, someone retorted. They left a comment below: "Then how do you explain why Yamada Shinichi did not appear for the two big prizes?"
Many people even asked: "How do you know there's no inside story?"
"To achieve such achievements in such a short period of time, if there's no inside story, who would believe that we are no longer the nameless citizens of the previous shogunate era!"
But there were also people who supported the comment: "That makes sense. Mr. Yamada definitely exists. There must be a reasonable reason why he didn't appear. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been nominated for the three major prizes, much less won the prize."
"That's right. Some people say that it's a collective work. Those who are familiar with literature know that up until now, all of Mr. Yamada's books have a unified style. It's impossible for it to be a collective work."
"Moreover, I can't find any similar writing style with this kind of style. How could such a superb author be unknown?"
"And he won't give it to others."
"This is too easy to expose. As long as the author doesn't write it, others can't impersonate it. At any time, as long as he writes a book, he can prove himself."
"That's right. How can a person who can write such a literary work be a vile person? I support your statement! "Someone followed up with a comment.
Just like that, Bao Xingxiuxin lowered his head and wrote on his phone all day until night. Even though he didn't eat, he didn't feel hungry.
However, Bao Xing Xiuxin discovered a problem. Currently, on the Web of Benefits, there were more people criticizing Mr. Yamada, and fewer people supporting Mr. Yamada.
This made Bao Xingxiuxin somewhat unable to refute it. It also made him very angry and helpless. He got up from his bed and clenched his fists: "Bakayaru, I will definitely not let you people slander Mr. Yamada!"
Following that, he posted a post on Facebook: "Mr. Yamada's book friend."
"If you love Mr. Yamada's books and have experienced the feeling of being unable to stop, not knowing exhaustion, not even willing to cook or sleep, and only wanting to continue reading."
"If you have the feeling of wanting to finish reading but are afraid to finish reading, please stand up."
After posting this, Bao Xingxiuxin's eyes suddenly turned red. He wiped his tears. Although no one saw, he sat down deeply and shouted: "Please!"
The undercurrents were surging, and a storm was brewing. In the blink of an eye, a few days passed.
And on this day, Pei Zi Yun's work, The Boat of the Purple Yuan, was officially announced to be nominated for the Ogawa Prize.
When this news was released, all the media and the entire country was shocked.
Before this, Pei Zi Yun's Boat of the Purple Yuan was only nominated. In fact, there was still room for improvement. But now, the Ogawa Prize officials brazenly announced that it had been nominated. In fact, this was in fact a show of support. This news instantly caused a sensation throughout the country.
More people walked into the bookstore and bought Yamada Shinji's books with different emotions and stances. They also surrounded and discussed it.
Baotian Private High School
Two students were chatting in the corridor. One of them, a delicate and pretty girl, asked her companion: "Shang Zi-chan, have you read Mr. Yamada's Boat of the Purple Yuan?"
"Mr. Yamada is really amazing. He is able to describe the psychology of women in such a moving and incisive manner. It's really admirable!"
Murakami Shoko was a good friend of Hayashi Hayashi. Usually, even if she had any opinions, she would not say it directly. At this moment, she narrowed her eyes and said in a disdainful tone: "Hayashi Hayashi, what does Yamada call a master?"
"There must be an inside story. The book might not have been written by him!"
Hayashi Hayashi was shocked. She shouted angrily: "Shoko, how can you say that?"
"You must apologize."
"No, I won't apologize. He's a liar."
The two good friends started arguing. Not long after, Hayashi Hayashi cried out: "Bad Murakami, if you don't apologize, you are not my friend."
"If you are not, then you are not!"
The boat of friendship was overturned. At this moment, in a supermarket not far away, two women were shopping. One of them brought up the hottest topic of the moment and asked her companion: "Hey, have you heard of the fake Yamada Shinji?"
"Oh, are you talking about the liar who was nominated for the Ogawa Prize recently?"
"Yes, people nowadays really don't care about anything for the sake of money. They have lost all the face of authors."
"They have to have face and integrity. Even if they don't commit seppuku, that would be too painful. They should also kneel down and apologize to all the people on television."
"That's right. My husband is the editor of a newspaper. He also hates this kind of thing."
"Too shameless. They should be punished by the heavens!"
Yamada Family
Yamada Izumi found a suitable dress. It was a kimono and helped Pei Zi Yun put it on. Japan was a country that valued etiquette very much. Traditional kimonos had always been popular.
Opposite the sofa in the living room, the television was still on. The important television stations were reporting about the final results of the Ogawa Prize, as well as speculations about Yamada Shinji.
"Everyone, now what everyone is most concerned about is who Yamada Shinji is. Can he continue to win the grand prize? And will he appear when the Ogawa Prize is awarded?"
Hearing this, Yamada Izumi's whole body trembled. Her face was a little haggard. It was obvious that she was under a lot of pressure. She was a traditional Japanese. This kind of pressure could make someone commit suicide.
Due to the great anxiety, she finally could not hold it in and asked: "Shinji, many people are questioning you now. Are you sure it's okay?"
At this point, the doorbell rang. He didn't need to look to know that the Three Thousand Sons of Sakakami had arrived. Furthermore, there was a fleet of carriages. Pei Zi Yun was silent for a moment before he laughed, "Mother, everything is going according to plan. Don't worry!"
After saying this, Pei Zi Yun went out of the house and got into the car. He said: "Let's go!"
The Sakakami Sanyako was in charge of this matter. At this moment, her face was a little pale. She took over the command of the convoy. The small convoy turned and merged into the road, heading straight.
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