"You performed very well on the "Interview" show last night."
After Wu Ziyun sat down, he talked about last night's program.
"It's just a casual chat. There's no performance to speak of. If you go there, you can perform better than me." Zhang Chong said with a smile.
Wu Ziyun waved his hand, "Forget it. I am naturally allergic to the camera. I feel uncomfortable when the camera is pointed at me."
"This is the first time I've heard of people who are allergic to lenses."
"Haha, allergies are a metaphor. By the way, I just have something to tell you. There will be an event for children's artists at CAFA next week. I want Pengpeng to participate. What do you think?"
"Children's artist, what kind of activities?" Zhang Zhong asked.
Wu Ziyun looked at Xu Yuhan, "Yuhan should know."
Xu Yuhan nodded and said, "Yes, I know that for the activities of the Oil Painting Academy, some young children are invited to the school from time to time for exchanges and visits. Generally, the children invited are recommended by school teachers or well-known alumni."
Zhang Dian nodded, "Isn't this great? And you are Teacher Pengpeng, so it's all up to you."
"After all, I have to ask the parents for their opinions. This activity is not a competition. The children come to listen to the lectures and visit, so there is no pressure. In fact, for Pengpeng, visiting and listening to the lectures are secondary. After all, she and I are in CAFA
After spending a lot of time together, she is familiar with all the places. The main reason I want her to participate is because I want her to communicate with other outstanding children, which will be good for her." Wu Ziyun said.
"You are very thoughtful. Such activities are indeed very good for her."
"Then it's settled. I'll send you the activity time later, and I'll wait for you at school. You guys sit down first, and I'll go see how Pengpeng's painting is going."
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"Oh, I have a headache, I have a headache."
Yu Dongyu held his forehead, looking like he was in pain.
Zhuang Yu, who was standing next to him, looked at him sideways, "What are you doing weirdly?"
"I feel a headache when I think about Zhang Zhang winning the Goncourt Literature Prize. This unknowingly gives him a step ahead." Yu Dongyu said.
Liu Yuan joked, "Why, do you still want to win the Goncourt Literature Prize? And is Zhang Zhong one step ahead of you? That's a lot of steps."
Yu Dongyu raised his eyebrows, "What you said, can't I just think about it for a moment? Let me tell you, according to the rules of the Goncourt Literary Prize, among the few of us, Zhang Zhong and I are the only ones who have hope.
There is no hope."
"Dong Yu, man, it's better to be more down-to-earth. I think you should write more science fiction novels now. Maybe you can win the Nebula Award and the Hugo Award. The Goncourt Literary Award is the same for all of us.
." Wang Yi said.
Indeed, none of them have much hope. Only Zhang Zhong and Yu Dongyu here are under fifty years old, which is relatively consistent in terms of age. However, Yu Dongyu's works are more popular literature, and not many of them have been translated into French.
Before Zhang Zhong, the most promising person to win the Goncourt Literature Prize was actually Zhuang Yu, whose works are very popular in France.
If you ask someone on the road in France which Chinese writer they know, apart from Zhang Zhong, they will most likely be able to name Zhuang Yu.
It is a pity that Zhuang Yu's works have never been shortlisted for the Goncourt Literary Prize.
It was previously rumored that the Swedish Academy was interested in Zhuang Yu's works, and it was even rumored that Zhuang Yu hoped to win the Nobel Prize for Literature. However, the Goncourt Prize for Literature has never had anything to do with Zhuang Yu.
Of course, the rumors about the Nobel Prize are not reliable. After all, it is difficult for outsiders to know about the Swedish Academy, and the shortlist and other things are tightly covered and will not be announced at all.
"Have you ever thought about how you will spend the bonus after winning the prize?" Liu Yuan looked at Zhang Zhong with interest.
"That's not even a single stroke."
"Have you really never thought about it?" Wang Yi asked.
Yu Dongyu said with a smile, "Whatever he wants, the bonus is only ten euros, what can he do? It's not even enough to treat us to a meal."
"Why can't we have a meal for ten euros? On average, it costs more than ten yuan per person. I usually only pay a dozen yuan for a meal in a restaurant." Zhuang Yu said with a smile.
"Don't worry, if you really can get these ten euros, let alone a meal, it won't be a problem even if you book the entire Huguang Yayuan. These ten euros can't really be regarded as ten euros." Liu Yuan said.
"That's right. You must know that these ten euros are from the Goncourt Literary Prize. The boss promises to arrange it for you clearly."
Zhang Zhong took a sip of tea. These guys had been talking about the Goncourt Literary Prize since they sat down. The key point was that several of them, the great writers, didn't know anything about literature, and instead thought about what they could do with the prize money.
After chatting for a long time, Yu Dongyu changed the subject and said, "I heard from Principal Lin that your junior high school is going to hold a multi-school literary exchange meeting?"
Zhang Zhong did not expect that Wenhan and the others were quite efficient, and they had already notified Yenching University.
He nodded and said, "Yes, Lin Wenyuan wants to take you there?"
"He offered me a place, but I refused."
Zhang Zhong raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why did you refuse?"
"I want him to take care of me when I go? Why can't you just invite me directly? There just happens to be a spot available, so the school can take one more person." Yu Dongyu said with a smile.
Zhang Zhong curled his lips and said, "Yanda wants to bring more people, but you still need to fill up the quota? But you are right, I should indeed invite you, and you guys, are you interested?"
Liu Yuan asked, "What kind of literary exchange meeting?"
"It's just an ordinary literary exchange meeting. Shizhong College invites teachers and students from ten universities to visit and exchange. If you are interested, come and have fun."
"What time?"
"The end of next month."
Liu Yuan thought for a while and said, "I have time, Lao Zhuang, Lao Wang, what about you?"
"Of course we have time, but it's just a school exchange meeting. Our status is inappropriate," Zhuang Yu said.
"What's inappropriate? We just happened to form a school-free alliance. How great." Yu Dongyu said.
"You are from Yan University and want to abandon the organization?"
"What kind of organization is not organized? Literature is not divided into different branches. Where can we not do it?"
"Okay, I don't have anything to do anyway, so I just went over to have some fun."
Several other people agreed, and Zhang Zhong looked at Wang Yi again, waiting for his answer.
Wang Yi rolled his eyes upward and said, "Board and board are included."
This statement made Zhuang Yu and the others laugh. Zhang Zhong smiled and said, "Bao, you can eat whatever you want and live wherever you want."
Wang Yi nodded seriously, "Then it's more cost-effective to be in love. Okay, I will also participate in this operation to fight against the rich."
Yu Dongyu gave a thumbs up, "Otherwise, Brother Wang, you are an old hermaphrodite. You are tall. You are really tall. You have arranged Zhang Zhong clearly. Okay, then let's go fight the local tyrants together."