Chapter 1368 This Is My Third Nobel Prize Tonight, Right?

On the book announced on the big screen, the title of the four-character book - "Story of the Mountain Moon" was clearly written in Chinese characters.

Anyone who has a little knowledge of the Nobel Prize knows that the Nobel Prize is not awarded to the deceased, so even if the Chinese people heard that "The Story of the Mountain Moon" was nominated, they didn't take it to heart at all, and it was impossible to win the award at all.

Because rules are rules, no matter how well written the book is, the organizing committee will not break the rules.

After all, there is a saying that "literature has no first place, and martial arts has no second place." Literature is quite subjective. Just because you like this book doesn't mean others will like it too. Therefore, the organizing committee will not break the rules for the sake of a book.

Moreover, the classical literature of China is all about the beauty of artistic conception. No matter how good a translator is, it is not always possible to translate the classical charm, so to be honest, as a Chinese, I really did not expect to win the Nobel Prize in Literature.

As a result...you got it like that? ?

Everyone looked stupid and couldn't help but wonder if they posted the wrong picture?

In the office building, a female boss was watching the live broadcast and kept talking: "Mr. Bai, the author of "The Story of the Mountain Moon", was an ancient person two hundred years ago, and he died two hundred years earlier, how is it possible..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

"Boss!! Have you watched the "Natural Survival" documentary? I'm going, my God, Bai Chuwei admits that she is more than 150 years old!! My mother, my worldview has collapsed." As soon as the assistant who came to deliver the coffee came in and saw his boss watching the live broadcast of the awards, he couldn't help but complained to the boss enthusiastically.

After all, the boss is a good person. Today, the hearts of the people all over the country are in these two places, and they dare to tell the boss directly when they go to work.

The assistant chattered: "I can understand why she always likes to be called a child. Everyone is really a child."

When the female boss heard this, her eyes widened and her lips began to tremble——

"The original author of "Story of the Mountain Moon" is 'Mr. Bai', surnamed Bai."

"History records show that Mr. Bai was a stranger two hundred years ago!"

"The follow-up manuscript of "Story of the Mountain Moon" was taken from Bai Chuwei's Bai family."

"Bai Chuwei confessed in the documentary that she lived more than one hundred and fifty years old..."

These pieces of information were fused together, and they suddenly had a rather terrifying thought—

Is it, is it...

It's not just the female boss who thought of this, all the Chinese people who not only watched the live broadcast of the awards, but also watched the documentary have this idea.

Everyone's eyes turned to Bai Chuwei's direction.

The scene broadcast by Huaguo was decisively focused on Bai Chuwei.

When the master of ceremonies announced the award for "Mr. Bai"'s "Story of the Moon in the Mountains", everyone was watching——

A girl in a white national style long skirt rose up, Bai Yu's fingertips gently brushed her ears, and she greeted the attention of the world with a smile.

She lightly lifted her long skirt and walked towards the podium of the award ceremony step by step!

Everyone's breathing was stagnant.

That is, Bai Chuwei.

Again, Bai Chuwei!

She stepped onto the stage and stood in front of the microphone with a smile like a thousand stars, and her gorgeous red lips curled up, "This is the third Nobel Prize I've won tonight, right?"

Everyone in the audience was dumbfounded. There are only six Nobel Prizes in total. Bai Chuwei, how dare you contract half of it? ! !

so--

Bai Chuwei is Mr. Bai?

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