Huang Lei is indeed joking, he doesn't know anything about micro-expressions.
Besides, although Zhang Zhong roughly knew the result, there was no other expression on his face except the same smile as when he won the award just now.
Several works that were shortlisted for the novella award were played on the big screen, including "The Backside of the Earth's Center", "Green Soil", "The Sun of Akopoham", "The Tribulation in Ten Years", "The Brilliant Star" and "Lightning".
The popularity of novellas is higher than that of short stories, but not by much.
Of these six works, only three sold well.
They are "The Back Side of the Earth" by Feng He, "Green Soil" by Penny Austin and "Lightning" by Sokoya.
The other three books are quite different in terms of reputation and sales, so this year's most popular novels are these three books.
However, among these three people, Feng He has the lowest international reputation. It is only in the past two years that he has made a little splash internationally.
On the other hand, Penny Austin and Sokoya are both regular guests at the Nebula Awards and have a large number of fans around the world.
After the video ended, Zhang Zhong opened the card in his hand and then smiled.
"He laughed!"
Huang Lei in the live broadcast room suddenly shouted.
Li Qin smiled and said, "Teacher Huang, have you seen micro-expressions again?"
Host Hu Gang said, "This is not considered a micro-expression, it is already very obvious."
The barrage is also being updated at the moment.
【He laughed.】
【He laughed, he really laughed.】
Zhang Zhong on the stage did not show off and directly announced the results, "The winner of this year's Nebula Award for Best Novella is "The Backside of the Earth." Congratulations to "The Backside of the Earth" and congratulations to Feng He."
Hu Gang excitedly took out the manuscript he had prepared before, "Congratulations to Feng He for becoming the second Chinese writer to win the Nebula Award. "The Backside of the Earth's Center" is another one destined to be engraved on the monument of honor in the Chinese science fiction community.
It will be written into the monument together with many great works, such as "Three-Body", "Sand Dune", "Wandering Sea Ball", etc. And its creator, Feng He, can finally stand in front of this monument and talk to him.
Together with Zhang Zhong, we will add glory to the Chinese science fiction community..."
A novella award is not enough to put Feng He on par with Zhang Zhong, but no one cares about this at the moment, and they are willing to send their heartfelt congratulations to Feng He.
After saying the lines in one breath, Hu Gang took a breath and then said, "It can be seen that Zhang Zhong is very happy. It seems that he has never seen such a bright smile when he won the award."
Hu Gang was right, Zhang Zhong was indeed smiling brightly at this moment.
Feng He had already walked onto the stage, and Zhang Zhong greeted him with a smile while holding the trophy that belonged to Feng He.
When Feng He came over, Zhang Zhong was about to hand the trophy to Feng He, but unexpectedly Feng He hugged Zhang Zhong in his arms excitedly.
Zhang Zhong was also a little stunned by Feng He's sudden movements. He was rarely held by a grown man like this.
But it is understandable that Feng He was so excited that he never thought that one day he would be able to stand on this stage.
At this moment, Feng He felt that he was not hugging a person, but a monument, a monument that led Chinese science fiction forward.
All changes must start with the appearance of this man.
"Thanks."
Feng He whispered in Zhang Zhong's ear. These were the two words he had always wanted to say but had never said.
Zhang Zhong patted Feng He on the back, "The stage now belongs to you."
Feng He then let go of Zhang Zhong and took the trophy from Zhang Zhong's hand.
Zhang Zhong's task had been completed at this moment, but he did not leave in a hurry, but stood back and waited for Feng He to give his acceptance speech.
Feng He took the trophy, took a deep breath, and then said, "I feel like I'm in a dream. The moment I walked onto the stage just now, for some reason, my mind suddenly jumped.
Zhang Zhong’s book - Sophie’s World."
"Could everything in front of me be written by someone in the real world, or simply written by myself? It is conceivable that an unsuccessful science fiction writer imagines that one day he can stand on the highest stage in the science fiction world
, for this reason he weaved a dream, and I am the protagonist of this dream."
Everyone can feel Feng He's excitement, and his words are also quite interesting.
Maybe this is what he really thinks, everything is just a dream.
"I can't prove whether my own existence is real." Feng He continued to talk about his acceptance speech, "I don't want to use I think, therefore I am to make myself believe that I am real. I just want to say, if this
It’s really just a dream, so let me continue to dream this dream.”
"Many years ago..."
Feng He's acceptance speech was quite long. He continued speaking for about seven or eight minutes before he finally ended his speech.
Then Zhang Zhong followed Feng He and walked off the stage.
"Sure enough, the company that signed Zhang Zhong is different. Even when he went on stage to receive the award, Feng He did not forget to advertise Zhang Zhong's book. I think after this award ceremony, many people will definitely take it out.
Read "Sophie's World" again." Hu Gang joked with a smile.
"When you put it this way, it seems that the Chinese writers who won the Nebula Award are all from Zhang Zhong's company." Li Qin also laughed.
This is just a joke. After all, there are only two Chinese writers who have won the Nebula Award. Apart from Zhang Zhong himself, it is Feng He, but Feng He happens to be from Zhang Zhong's company.
However, Huang Lei still followed the joke and continued, "Mr. Li's meaning is very obvious. We Chinese science fiction authors should pay attention. If you want to win the Nebula Award, you have to sign with Zhang Zhong's company."
"Okay, no more joking." Hu Gang stopped the topic in time, "The next thing to be announced is the Best Novel Award, which is also the highlight of the evening."
Linde, who was in charge of presenting the awards, was already standing on the stage.
When Zhang Zhong came back just now, he found that Linde was not there. He was still wondering where this guy had gone. When he turned around, he found that Linde had appeared on the stage.
This guy's mouth is quite tight. As the guest of honor for tonight's Novel Award, he actually didn't let anything slip in advance.
After introducing several shortlisted works, Linde gently opened the card and then said with a smile, "The winning author is a man."
This is nonsense, because the authors of the six shortlisted works for the Novel Award are all men.
Zhang Zhong rolled his eyes, why did Linde start to look like "Penny"?
"One more reminder for everyone, this author set a new record tonight."
New record?
Before anyone could react, Linde said with a smile, "Congratulations to pz for becoming the first author to win the Best Novel Award for three consecutive years. The winning work - Clockwork Girl."