Lin Chaoyang was not surprised by this issue. Whether he won the Renault Prize for Literature that year or the Neustadt International Prize for Literature this year, there would always be people who would turn the topic to the Nobel Prize for Literature.

"For writers, awards are rare but rare. Mr. Lu Xun never won any awards in his life, but this did not hinder his greatness.

You may think that I am talking while standing without hurting my back. In fact, what I want to say is that everyone should first do what they are doing seriously.

As a writer, in the end, your work must speak for itself.

You have won a lot of awards, but you don’t have a single work that can be passed down to future generations. Is this something to be proud of?"

The students present fell into deep thought about Lin Chaoyang's question. Lin Chaoyang added: "Finally, I would like to give you a message: Do good deeds and don't ask about the future."

Listening to these words, everyone looked solemn and deeply impressed.

After the lecture, Lin Chaoyang did not leave immediately. He was surrounded by a group of students who still had many questions to ask.

When it was Yu Hua's turn, he said calmly: "Teacher Chaoyang, I just wrote a novel.

This is my first novel, do you have time to help me correct it?"

When all the students heard this, they looked disgusted.

You Yu Hua, you are so shameless!

What "corrections and advice"? I'm afraid you want others to recommend it. If they give you face and write a review, preface, etc., it won't be easy to publish it.

"Okay, where is the manuscript? Give it to me." Lin Chaoyang readily agreed.

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the students turned green with envy.

If I had known that Lin Chaoyang was so easy to talk to, I would have handed him the manuscript directly!

"Okay, I'll get it for you right away.

2

Yu Hua was overjoyed and rushed back to his dormitory to get the manuscript and hand it to Lin Chaoyang.

"Shouting in the drizzle?" Lin Chaoyang read out while looking at the words on the manuscript paper.

Yu Hua said with some embarrassment: "This is my first time writing a long novel and I have no experience."

Lin Chaoyang laughed and joked: "Being able to write it is already better than many people!"

When he said this, several faces floated through his mind: Chen Jiangong, Zheng Wanlong, Li Tuo——"·

Zhu Wei once joked about a few people, saying that they couldn't write long novels, mainly because they were too close to Lin Chaoyang and their talents were sucked away.

Zhang Chengzhi raised a counter-argument to this. He believed that even if Chen Jiangong, Zheng Wanlong, and Li Tuo could write long novels, their combined output would still be far less than that of Lin Chaoyang. The root of the problem still lies with himself.

Chen, Zheng, and Li were teased by the two of them one after another. They felt unhappy and helpless, so they could only hug each other to keep each other warm and encourage each other.

After taking Yu Hua's manuscript and returning home from Lu Xun Literary Institute, Lin Chaoyang was planning to make something to eat. He didn't want to be asked to pick up international calls again. This time the caller was Lin Haiyin.

According to her, the "United Daily News" published the news that Lin Chaoyang won the Newstat International Literary Award two days ago, which caused quite a stir among the island's literary circles and readers.

Zhengxian Zetian from the supplement of "United Daily News" contacted her and asked her to help contact Lin Chaoyang for an exclusive interview.

Lin Chaoyang naturally had no problem with Lin Haiyin's request.

"I'm in Yanjing now. Can a reporter from the United Daily News come over?"

Lin Haiyin said firmly: "Yes!"
Chapter completed!