Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 751 February [-]nd, the dragon rises its head

In Jiangyang in February, it was a bit chilly at night. Xu Yuhan wrapped up the quilt, picked up the phone next to the bed, and checked the time. It was already past twelve o'clock.

The time for the announcement of the results of the Goncourt Literary Prize was set at [-]:[-] pm local time in Paris, and it was about [-]:[-] am the next day in Jiangyang, less than an hour before the announcement of the results.

Xu Yuhan turned over. She didn't know if it was because the coffee she drank earlier had an effect or because the result was about to be announced, which made her feel a little excited. Anyway, she didn't feel much sleepy at the moment.

He simply sat up and whispered.

There are many people who have not slept like her, and many of them are chatting in Zhang Zhong's exclusive tribe in Weiyu.

At the moment, the posts on the tribe's homepage are all about the Goncourt Literature Prize, and everyone is concerned about the same thing.

[What to do, I'm so excited that I can't sleep, can't the Goncourt Literature Prize consider the feelings of the readers in China, and adjust the time? 】

[If the time is really adjusted, wouldn't that be the same as directly telling others that Zhang Zhong won the award this year? 】

[That's true. 】

[If the boss wins the prize tonight, I am determined to go on a diet for two months and lose [-] pounds. 】

[Um, your ID looks very familiar, I remember you said the same thing at the Hugo Awards last year...]

[I lost weight at the time, but recently gained weight again. 】

[Are you a puffer fish?Say fat is fat, say thin is thin? 】

[It's past twelve o'clock, does any of you know that today is the day when the dragon raises its head? 】

[I know, I know, my mother asked me to go to the barber shop to cut my hair tomorrow. 】

[The Goncourt Literature Prize will pick a date, Long looked up to the boss to win the award, tsk tsk. 】

[I don't know if the boss is asleep, is he waiting for the result like us? 】

[Sure, such a big prize. 】

[This may not be true, it is said that the boss has a big heart. 】

Seeing the topics discussed by the netizens, Xu Yuhan lifted the covers, tiptoed to the door and opened it.

She only opened the door a crack, and then looked through the gap to the diagonally opposite room.

That was Zhang Zhong's study room, and the light in the room was still on at the moment, which meant that Zhang Zhong should still be working at this time.

【He must not have slept, he is usually working at this point. 】

[Is there an illegitimate meal upstairs?Even the boss's schedule is so clear? 】

[No, no, I just live closer to him. 】

【Oh, it looks like he's from a community, eh, no, even if he's from a community, how do you know he's working? 】

Hey, I live closer than you think.

Xu Yuhan was lying on the bed with her mobile phone in her arms, thinking that Zhang Zhong was right across the street, she felt inexplicably good.

Time passed by every minute until one o'clock in the morning.

Xu Yuhan quickly opened the webpage and directly searched for the word Zhang Zhong.

Because of the high degree of attention, the real-time news of the Goncourt Literature Prize will appear in search engines as long as you search for the word Zhang Zhong.

She clicked the search button, and the real-time news page of the Goncourt Literature Prize popped up immediately.

But she couldn't see the news immediately, because an animation popped up as soon as the page opened.

In the animation, a red dragon hovers into the sky, followed by the sound of crackling firecrackers.

Seeing this animation, Xu Yuhan's heart skipped a beat.

This is already obvious, there must be good news, otherwise such an animation would not be possible.

But in the end, she didn't see it and she didn't feel relieved. When the animation ended, she immediately looked at the latest news.

Large bold black letters hang from the top.

[Congratulations to Zhang Zhong for winning the 2023 Goncourt Prize for Literature! 】

"Wow!" Seeing this news, Xu Yuhan couldn't help crying out.

Got it, got it, finally got it.

Zhang Chong became the first Asian to win the Goncourt Prize for Literature.

Xu Yuhan was so excited that she didn't know where to put her hands. She wanted to share the good news with Zhang Zhong immediately, but she was afraid that Zhang Zhong would disturb him if he was busy at a critical moment.

squeak-

When she was thinking wildly, the door of the room was pushed open, Zhang Zhong poked his head in, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

The moment she saw Zhang Zhong, Xu Yuhan couldn't bear it any longer. She jumped up from the bed and ran towards Zhang Zhong.

Zhang Zhong watched Xu Yuhan run over, but before he could react, someone was already hanging on his body.

"you are great!"

Zhang Chong raised his eyebrows. Where did this... start?
Of course, he knew he was amazing, but he didn't do anything right now.

Just when Xu Yuhan was about to fall, Zhang Zhong supported her in time.

"Are you dreaming?"

"You've won a prize."

When Xu Yuhan said that he had won the prize, he realized that today was the day when the results of the Goncourt Prize for Literature were announced. He remembered it before, but after working in the study for a while, he forgot about it. .

"The news came out?"

"It's out, I'll show you, and there's animation." Xu Yuhan put one arm around Zhang Zhong's neck, and with the other hand, he used his mobile phone to find the real-time news of the Goncourt Literature Prize and showed him.

But why would Zhang Zhong be interested in any awards news? Xu Yuhan was hanging on him like an octopus. Even if the boat didn't move, the sail would move.

He mentioned Xu Yuhan up, and said with a smile, "Don't look, we have more important things to do."

Xu Yuhan felt a gust of hot air blowing in her ears, and her body froze instantly. She didn't remember to push Zhang Zhong until she was carried to the bed by Zhang Zhong: "Go take a bath quickly."

……

Netizens watching the news of the Goncourt Literature Prize were really shocked by the animation of the ferry search engine.

There is still such an operation?

In fact, it’s not like they haven’t seen similar animations before. Now when opening webpages and apps during festivals, such animations will pop up.

But it was the first time they saw such an animation jumping out of a searcher.

There are cards, indeed there are cards.

[Just ask who else! 】

[Don't ask, asking is unprecedented. 】

[Hahaha, everyone, I'm going to lose weight now. 】

[This time, I want to add chicken legs to the artists of the ferry search engine. 】

["Lord of the Flies" is a good review, Zhang Chong is a good review. 】

[The Goncourt Literature Prize, which I have been chasing for so long, is finally let go.Going to bed now, waiting for the new book "The Call of the Wild" starting tomorrow. 】

【can not fall asleep. 】

……

Looking at the news in the group, Fang Ya was also in a turbulent mood. As a Chinese, Zhang Chong was naturally honored to be the first Asian to win the Goncourt Prize for Literature.

Compared with the Nebula Award and the Hugo Award, Fang Ya pays more attention to the Goncourt Award for Literature, after all, this is the award in "their circle".

And precisely because he is a member of the circle, he knows how difficult it is for Asians to win a Goncourt Literature Prize.

If it weren't for the nuclear weapons of "Lord of the Flies", I am afraid that the judges of the Goncourt Literature Prize would not let the award go to writers other than French nationality this time.

(End of this chapter)