"Invite, invite me to be a guest? Aiyo, this, aiyo, invite me to be a guest? "
Daniel Zhang was a little tongue-tied. "Mine … is considered science fiction?"
"That's funny, how is yours not science fiction?"
Li Yao sent another smiley face. "Didn't you publish in the 'science fiction column' on the website?"
"Yes, but at that time, I was avoiding the limelight because the competition for the fantasy column was particularly fierce and there were too many great masters!"
Daniel Zhang said embarrassedly, "Don't you think mine is … pseudo-science fiction or something? I heard that you college students are particular about this, you like to watch more orthodox, mainstream science fiction, and don't like pseudo-science fiction that fights and kills like ours. "
At least this guy had some self-awareness.
Li Yao thought to himself.
However, he had to give a reasonable explanation for this question, otherwise it would be difficult to trick this guy out.
His pupils contracted slightly, and his computing power soared to the limit. The strange theories that he had just found on the Internet were all broken down into fragmented streams of light, then condensed together and compressed into a seamless statement.
"What are you saying, the science fiction enthusiasts in our university are not as shallow as you think. There are so many ridiculous sectarian views, what orthodox science fiction and pseudo-science fiction, I don't agree with such a statement!"
Li Yao said sternly, "In my opinion, the reason why our country's science fiction industry has not developed and has been struggling for so many years is because there are too many people in the industry and enthusiasts who do not put their energy into the content and ideas of their works, and do not want to promote and improve together. Instead, they are on the same side, denouncing each other, and labeling themselves and others. Do such people really love science fiction? No, they are just using something that they don't understand to generate a ridiculous sense of superiority and pitiful vanity.
The science fiction field itself is a very small circle, and our country's science fiction industry has lagged behind developed countries for a long time. It is really a small circle that can't be smaller. As enthusiasts and people in the industry, instead of doing their best to expand this' small pond 'into a big pond, a big lake, or even the sea, and then introducing a variety of strange and strange species to form a colorful ecosystem, when it is still a small pond, they are tearing at each other, trying to drive others out of the pond, and they are closing the door and calling themselves king. Can such a pond give birth to a dragon other than a tortoise?
"You don't have to belittle yourself. Really, I've read some of the posts on the Internet about orthodox science fiction and pseudo-science fiction. It is pure nonsense that reminds me of the struggle for power in the Southern Ming Dynasty. What's the point of arguing about who is orthodox and who is not under such circumstances?
"Let's talk about your '40,000 Years of Cultivation'. Although many people say that it is a fantasy disguised as a science fiction, I feel that it is the exact opposite. You are actually a science fiction novel disguised as a science fiction novel. It is full of reflections on humanity, history, and the universe. The brilliance of humanitarianism and ultimate concern is glittering everywhere. Your thoughts are indeed profound, and you have been able to integrate the profound thoughts into the soul-stirring and perilous plots without batting an eyelid. It is truly refreshing to read, and I can't help but applaud after reading it. I really don't know how your brain works. It is truly awesome!"
You are so amazing! "The other party did not respond for a long time, seemingly shocked by Li Yao's words.
"Damn it!"
Li Yao was a little annoyed. "This kind of nauseating flattery is really too much. Anyone can hear the thick sarcasm in my words and know that I am talking nonsense. This guy couldn't have gotten angry and logged off, right?"
Just as he was about to reply with a few words to make up for it, the other party sent a message.
"Re-it's true!"
Daniel Zhang seemed to be so excited that he was about to cry. "I didn't expect that you college students would understand me so well. Aiya, aiya, aiya, you have simply spoken to the bottom of my heart!"
"Huh?"
Li Yao was stunned for a long time. He muttered to himself, "… He believed it? It can't be. He actually believed such shameless flattery? "
Although it was somewhat inconceivable, there was no turning back. Since he had already said this, he could only continue with this line of thought.
"It's true, Teacher Niu. What I said is from the bottom of my heart."
Li Yao spat at the phone screen, resisting the urge to vomit as he typed, "Let's take a step back. Even if there are some omissions in your work — with such a long length and such a fast update speed, it is inevitable that there will be omissions. Regardless, you are doing your best to contribute to our country's science fiction industry step by step, making your own contribution. As for those people who shout 'orthodox science fiction' all day long and mock 'pseudo-science fiction', other than ridicule, what have they done specifically?"
"Not really. Not really a contribution. I just did a little bit of work within my ability."
Daniel Zhang said somewhat fearfully, "Then, don't you fellow students in the Science Fiction Association think that my '40,000 Years of Cultivation' is too long-winded and a little … sloppy?"
This was a big problem.
Li Yao thought for a long time but could not think of how to respond. It was indeed sloppy. How the f * ck was he supposed to flatter this?
Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration. His fingers moved smoothly like moving clouds and flowing water, sending out a series of messages.
"I remember that Mr. Feng Zikai once said in an essay that in his hometown, water-ground rice cakes were very nutritious. But generally, rice cakes made from glutinous rice were too hard. Even if they were cut into pieces as thick as a finger and cooked, it would be difficult for the elderly and children to digest them. It was easy to hurt the stomach and intestines if they ate it. At most, they would put it down after eating three to five pieces.
"But if you use a sealed machine to 'explode rice cake' and put the rice cake slices in it and process them under high temperature and pressure, 'bang', the rice cake slices that are as thick as a finger will explode into light puffed food that is as thick as an arm.
"The puffed food that is as thick as an arm and the rice cake slices that are as thick as a finger have the same nutritional value, but they are easier to be absorbed by the human body. It is a fruit that is suitable for the old and the young. Even many people who don't like to eat rice cake slices might like to hold a few sticks of puffed rice cake slices and taste the slightly sweet taste. Don't you understand the logic behind this?
"The so-called orthodox science fiction and hardcore science fiction are just rice cake slices. Of course, the nutritional value is very high, but it requires a certain level of scientific literacy and aesthetic taste to enjoy. The threshold is too high, and many people are scared away when they see it.
"As for your '40,000 Years of Cultivation', I can't go against my conscience and say that there is no exaggeration at all. But it is precisely because of this exaggeration that it changed from 'rice cake slices' to 'puffed rice cake slices', allowing more readers to accept it. Even readers who were originally not interested in science fiction slowly fell in love with the sea of stars, the universe, and the past, the present, and the future. From then on, they stepped into the temple of science fiction and slowly came into contact with more science fiction works. Think about it, you have so many readers. Even if only one-tenth of them are influenced by you and become real science fiction fans, you have made a great contribution to the science fiction industry of our country!"
"Aiyoyo!"
Daniel Zhang said, "I didn't know that my '40,000 Years of Cultivation' had such a great significance."
"Of course you didn't know. From between the lines, it can be seen that your nature is so humble."
Li Yao said, "But you can be humble, but us loyal readers can't allow you to be wronged in the slightest. How about it, Mr. Niu? Come and be our guest and guide us well. The students really want to meet the legendary Mr. Niu!"
The other side was silent for a long time.
Li Yao's heart was in his throat again.
"Actually, I've been really busy during this period. You know, there are many seminars and symposiums that want me to participate in. There are also some reception parties for publishing houses, as well as various charity and public welfare activities. Of course, there is also a lot of thinking to do — thinking about those important human nature issues and deducing the future of our civilization."
Daniel Zhang's words made Li Yao's throat burn. He couldn't wait to reach into his phone and pull this guy over. Fortunately, this guy's next sentence was to say, "However, since our students are so enthusiastic, how should I put it? For the sake of our country's science fiction industry having a successor, no matter how busy I am, I will definitely find time to support my students! Tell me, when will I come directly to Normal University? "
Li Yao let out a long sigh of relief and wiped away the sweat on his forehead.
"I'm not in a hurry. I'll come to you first and treat you to a meal?"
Li Yao said, "Do you live in the city or somewhere else? It's best to find a place closer to your home — we can't waste Mr. Niu's precious time!"
"Okay, how about tomorrow night?"
Daniel Zhang said, "You're a student and have no income. You don't have to treat me. I'll treat you. Do you know the 'Crown Hotel' in the central district of the city? Let's meet there at seven o 'clock in the evening, okay?"
Li Yao knew that the Crown Hotel was a high-class star-rated hotel in Jiangnan City. Its western restaurant had an elegant environment and was very famous.
This guy really spent a lot of money!
"Okay, Mr. Niu."
Li Yao sent an emoji of a little rabbit starry-eyed. "Tomorrow night, seven o 'clock, Crown Hotel. See you there!"
After ending the conversation, Li Yao went to the toilet and vomited for five minutes. Then, he deleted all the conversation records.
It was too shameful. This must not be known by anyone. Whoever found out would be killed!
As for tomorrow, Li Yao certainly couldn't play the role of a "little rabbit in the sea of stars". Anyway, he had already locked onto the author. He couldn't escape from his five fingers!
Li Yao looked at himself in the mirror. A ferocious smile appeared on his face.
With a low roar, he exerted all the strength in his body. His muscles bulged like bombs and tore his short-sleeved shirt apart. Under his bronze skin, blue veins and blood vessels ran all over his body like pythons. Hot air spurted out from his pores. He actually tore the dumbbell piece that he had just torn in half!
"Daniel Zhang …"
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