"Please, please, please be a guest? Oh, this, please, please, please be a guest?"

Zhang Daniu's tongue was a little big, "I... can be considered science fiction?"

"It's so funny, why isn't you science fiction?"

Li Yao smiled again, "Don't you all posted on the 'science fiction column' on the site?"

"Yes, but I wasn't it because of the fierce competition in the fantasy column at that time, and there were too many great gods to avoid the limelight!"

Zhang Daniu said embarrassedly, "Don't you think I'm... pseudoscience fiction or something? I heard that you college students pay attention to this. They like to watch more orthodox and mainstream science fiction, and they don't like to watch pseudoscience fiction like us who fight and kill."

This guy is a little self-aware.

Li Yao thought to himself.

But this question must be given a reasonable explanation, otherwise it will be difficult to trick this guy out.

The pupils contracted slightly, and the computing power reached its limit. All the strange and strange stories I just found on the Internet were broken down into fragmented streams, and then condensed together, compressing them into a seamless saying.

"What do you mean? The science fiction enthusiasts in our universities are not as shallow as you imagined, and there are so many ridiculous views. What are the orthodox science fiction and pseudoscience fiction? I don't agree with this statement!"

Li Yaoyi said sternly, "In my opinion, the reason why our country's science fiction industry cannot develop has been difficult for so many years is because there are too many people and enthusiasts in the circle who do not focus on the content and thoughts of the works, do not want to promote them together, and improve them together. Instead, it is because the party is the same, criticizes the writings, and puts various labels on themselves and others. Do such people really love science fiction? No, they are just using something they don't understand to create ridiculous sense of superiority and pitiful vanity.

"The temple is small and the evil wind is strong, and the pond is shallow and the turtle is many. The science fiction field itself is a very niche circle. Our country's science fiction industry has long lagged behind developed countries. It is really a circle that cannot be smaller. As a fan and the people in the circle, I don't think about how to do my best to make this "small pond" bigger and make it into a big pond, a big lake or even a sea, and then introduce various and strange species to form a colorful ecological circle. Instead, when it is still a small pond, I will bite each other first and expel others from this pond. I will close the door and call the king. In addition to the turtle, can there be dragons?

"You don't have to underestimate yourself. Really, I have seen some posts about orthodox science fiction and pseudoscience fiction on the Internet. It's pure nonsense, which reminds people of the small court in the Southern Ming Dynasty's struggle for power and profit. What's the point? Who is still fighting for orthodox and who is not orthodox?

"In particular, your "Forty Thousand Years of Cultivation", although many people say it is "selling dog meat with a sheep's head" and it is a fantasy in science fiction skin, but I think on the contrary, you are actually still in science fiction in fantasy skin, full of thinking about humanity, history and the universe, and the glory of compassion for the world and the ultimate concern is shining everywhere. The thoughts are profound, and you can integrate these profound thoughts into thrilling and dangerous plots, which makes you feel refreshed when you read them. After reading them, you have a long aftertaste, which makes you so amazing. I really don't know how your brain grows. It's so amazing!"

The other party did not respond for a long time, and seemed to be frightened by Li Yao's words.

"Oops!"

Li Yao was a little annoyed, "It's too much to praise such a stingy praising. I can hear a strong sense of irony. I know I'm talking nonsense. Could this guy be angry and offline, right?"

Just as I was about to say a few words to make up for it, the other person sent a message.

"Really, really!"

Zhang Daniu seemed so excited that he was about to cry, "I didn't expect that you college students understood me so much. Oh, hey, hey, it just went to my heart!"

"ha?"

Li Yao was stunned for a long time and murmured to himself, "...he believed it? No, he actually believed it with such shameless flattery?"

Although it was a bit incredible, there was no turning back on the arrow when you opened the bow. Since you had already said this, you could only continue to talk about it according to this idea.

"It's true, Teacher Niu, I'm talking about the heart."

Li Yao spat on the screen of his phone, enduring his disgust and typing, "Get back, take a step back, even if there are any omissions in your work, such a long time, and such a fast update speed, it is inevitable that there will be omissions. But no matter what, you are steadily, step by step, and do your best to contribute to the science fiction cause of our country and make your own contributions. Those who shout "orthodox science fiction" all day long and mocking "pseudoscience fiction", what have they done in addition to ridicule?"

"I can't talk about contributions or anything else. I just did a little work within my ability."

Zhang Daniu said with some fear, "What, don't your classmates from the Science Fiction Association think that my "Forty Thousand Years of Cultivation" is too long-winded, and it's a bit...something to be filled with water?"

This is a big problem.

Li Yao thought for a long time but didn't expect how to respond. It was indeed very humble. How should he praise him?

Suddenly, his inspiration appeared, and his fingers were like flowing water, sending out rows of messages:

"I remember Mr. Feng Zikai once said in an essay that in his hometown, water-milled rice cakes are very nutritious, but generally rice cakes made of glutinous rice are too hard and even if they are cut into slices as thick as fingers, they are cooked, and it is difficult for the elderly and children to digest. Eating them can easily damage the stomach and intestines. At most, they can be put down after taking three or five slices.

"But if you use a sealing machine that "burns rice cakes" to put the rice cake slices in and process them with high temperature and high pressure, with a "bang", the rice cake slices as thick as fingers will explode into the weight of arms, and the puffed food will be light and fluttered.

"Puffed foods with arms thickness and rice cake slices with finger thickness contain the same nutritional value, but they are more easily absorbed by the human body and are suitable for all ages. Even many people who did not like to eat rice cake slices may also like to hold a few puffed rice cakes and taste the slightly sweet taste. Don't you understand the reason?

"Those so-called orthodox science fiction and hardcore science fiction are rice cake slices. Of course, the nutritional value is very high, but it requires a certain scientific literacy and aesthetic taste to enjoy. The threshold is too high, and many people are scared away at first sight.

"Which of your "Forty Thousand Years of Cultivation", I can't say that there is no moisture at all against my conscience, but it happens that this moisture has changed from "rice cake slices" to "puffed rice cake", allowing more readers to accept it, and even readers who were not interested in science fiction have gradually fallen in love with the star sea, like the universe, like thinking about the past, present and future, and from then on, step into the palace of science fiction and slowly come into contact with more science fiction works. Think about it, you have so many readers, even if only one-ten of them are influenced by you and become a real science fiction fan, how much contribution you have made to our country's science fiction cause!"

"Oh!"

Zhang Daniu said, "I don't know it myself. It turns out that my writing "Forty Thousand Years of Cultivation" is such a great significance?"

"Of course you don't know, you can see from the lines that your nature is so humble."

Li Yao said, "But you can be humble yourself, but we loyal readers cannot tolerate you suffering a little bit of grievance. How about it, Teacher Niu, come and be a guest for us and give us some guidance. The students really want to meet the legendary Teacher Niu!"

The opposite side was silent for a long time.

Li Yao's heart was held in his throat again.

"Actually, I'm really busy during this period. You know, there are many seminars and seminars to come to me, as well as some publishing houses' receptions, various charity and charity activities. Of course, it is also necessary to think about those major human issues and deduce the future of our civilization."

Zhang Daniu's words made Li Yao's throat almost burn, and he wanted to reach into his cell phone and pull this guy over. Fortunately, the guy said in the next sentence, "But, since our classmates are all so enthusiastic, what should I say? For the sake of our country's science fiction career, there are successors. No matter how busy I am, I will definitely take time to support my classmates! Tell me, when will I come directly to our Normal University?"

Li Yao breathed a long sigh and wiped away the sweat from his forehead.

"I'm not busy, I'll come to you first and invite you to have a meal?"

Li Yao said, "Do you live in the city or where? It's best to find a place closer to your home and not waste Teacher Niu's precious time!"

"Okay, will it be fine tomorrow night?"

Zhang Daniu said, "You are a student and have no income yet. You don't have to invite me. I'll invite you. Do you know that there is a 'Crown Hotel' in the city? Is it okay to meet at 7 o'clock in the evening?"

Li Yao knew that Crown Hotel is a high-end star-rated hotel in Jiangnan City. Its Western restaurant environment is elegant and very famous.

This guy has invested a lot!

"Okay, Teacher Niu."

Li Yao sent another little rabbit star-eyed expression, "See you at 7 o'clock tomorrow night, Crown Hotel, see you!"

After finishing the conversation, Li Yao first went to the bathroom to vomit for five minutes, and then deleted all conversation records.

It’s so shameful that no one can know about this matter, and whoever knows it will kill anyone!

As for tomorrow, Li Yao certainly cannot play the role of "Little Rabbit in the Sea of ​​Stars". Anyway, he has locked in the author and he cannot escape his Five Finger Mountain!

Li Yao looked at himself in the mirror and a hideous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

With a low growl, his whole body exerted force, and his muscles like bombs raised high, tearing the short-sleeved shirt directly. Under the bronze skin, blue veins and blood vessels penetrated the whole body like pythons, and a hot air flow gushed out of his pores. He actually tore the dumbbell pieces he had just torn into two!

"Zhang Daniu..."
Chapter completed!