After I was reborn, I became a great writer

Chapter 228
In the Sanliqiao District of Kyoto, there is a magnificent building. To say that it is magnificent does not mean how high-end the building is, and even some surrounding buildings are better than them in appearance.

However, this building is the yearning for all those who dream of becoming scientists, because its name is Huaxia Academy of Sciences.

The Huaxia Academy of Sciences does not have a building as tall as the headquarters of the Writers Association. It is composed of dozens of national key laboratories, large and small, and there are also administrative buildings for daily work, but it is only eight floors high.

This is because academicians of most academies of science basically have their own work units.

For example, Ji Taidong was the dean of the School of Physics at Kyoto University, and Cao Xingkui was the president of the Provincial Writers Association in Pingjiang City.

There are more academicians of the Academy of Sciences in this world than there were on Earth in the previous life, but the total number is only a few thousand.

Moreover, there are only less than one-fifth of the academicians in Kyoto, and the remaining academicians are distributed in various provinces, and they also have their own exclusive laboratories.

There are only more than 100 academicians who usually work in the Academy of Sciences. Even including their assistants and daily staff, the number is not many.

Coupled with the fact that scientists do not have high requirements for office buildings, they prefer to put the funds for building office buildings in laboratories.

In a key laboratory, an experiment is going on nervously. Several scientists in white coats are nervously staring at the ion engine in front of them. The assistants behind them look even more nervous, and there are even beads of sweat on their foreheads. surfaced.

Time passed bit by bit, the ion engine was still running normally, and the nervousness on the faces of the scientists gradually turned into happy expressions.

In the end, the ion engine stopped, but after seeing the displayed data, cheers erupted in the laboratory.

"Successful! Successful! With this breakthrough, our country's manned spaceflight technology will definitely be able to reach a new level! Lao Ji, I will give you a great contribution!"

An old man with gray hair said excitedly.

Next to him was Ji Taidong, the dean of the School of Physics at Kyoto University, and he was also excited at this time.

After more than a week of busy work, he finally solved the problems that appeared in the experiment at Kyoto University, and achieved the effect Ji Taidong expected.

Although the increased power is only a little bit, the conversion efficiency of resources has improved a lot.

As the white-haired old man said just now, the success of this experiment will make manned spaceflight technology take a big step forward again. It cannot be said that the progress of the milestone is something worth celebrating.

"What is not successful is the result of everyone's joint efforts."

"Old Wang, if you really want to make meritorious service to me, then you can write a report on the results of this experiment and report it to the courtyard. However, you must add everyone's name when signing it."

Ji Taidong smiled and said to the white-haired old man, and the other academicians also responded.

Sorting out experimental data and writing report materials is no easier than doing experiments, and even more tiring. So if someone takes the initiative to write, no one will refuse.

"No! Let me write alone, you guys want to exhaust my old bones!"

The white-haired old man resolutely rejected the request. This is simply not a job that can be done by one person.

"Haha, that's all right! Old Wang, I'm just kidding! Everyone, let's collect the data."

Ji Taidong laughed, the experiment was completed, he was in a good mood, and he, who was always serious, began to tease people.

Next, he and several academicians recorded the experimental data, and the assistants began to tidy up the laboratory.

"Old Ji, Lao Wang, it's already 10:30, it's almost lunch time, why don't we take a break first! Let's write in the afternoon!"

After walking out of the laboratory, an academician said that the joy brought by the successful experiment cannot completely drive away the fatigue in the body.

Except for the assistants, all of them are not young, and their physical fitness has long been unable to compare with young people.

"No problem, I've been very tired this week, let's go, I'll take you to the rest room for a rest, and I'll ask the cafeteria to add a few more dishes for lunch"

The white-haired old man they called Old Wang was named Wang Jie, and he was the deputy director of the Physics Department of the Academy of Sciences.

They usually work in the Academy of Sciences, so they can be regarded as leaders, but they are very familiar with each other, and there is no relationship between superiors and subordinates.

"Is it the weekend today?"

Suddenly Ji Taidong remembered something.

"Yes, Mr. Ji, today is the weekend!" The assistant who followed him replied.

"Ah! Aah! I almost forgot one thing, Lao Wang, do we have a TV in the lounge?"

When Ji Taidong heard that today is the weekend, he immediately turned to ask Wang Jie.

He is not usually in the Academy of Sciences, and even if he comes, he is doing experiments and holding meetings, and he has basically never been to a specific lounge.

"Yes, I have!"

Wang Jie was a little confused, he didn't know what Ji Taidong forgot, and what did it have to do with the TV?
"Then hurry up and go!"

"Old Ji, slow down! My old arms and legs can't stand your push!"

"Old Zhang, do you know what's going on with Old Ji! I remember he doesn't usually have the habit of watching TV!"

Seeing Ji Taidong walking anxiously towards the lounge, an academician asked suspiciously.

"Don't talk about you, I'm curious too!" The academician named Lao Zhang was also puzzled.

At this time, he spoke weakly to an assistant who was stretching out his hand.

"Maybe Mr. Ji is anxious to watch the awards ceremony of the college student literature competition!"

"Ceremony for the College Student Literature Competition? That's right! I almost forgot that Lao Ji and Lao Cao have a student named Chen Tianhong, right? Why did he win another prize this time?"

"That's right, it's called Chen Tianhong. I've read "Rural Teacher" written by him. It's a good novel. It should be awarded! If he didn't win, why would Lao Ji go to the award ceremony?"

"I heard from Lao Ji that the child is a good seedling! He memorized all the basic knowledge of "Ion Electricity" in a few days, and I don't know if what Lao Ji said is true or not."

Several academicians chatted with each other on this topic.

In fact, they didn't pay much attention to the college student literature competition.

Although the competition is quite famous in the country, it is only a competition for college students. Even if you pay attention, it will also be an international youth literature competition a month later.

However, Chen Tianhong is different from ordinary college students. Strictly speaking, he can be regarded as a member of their circle. After all, he is a student of Cao Xingkui and Ji Taidong!

"Xiao Zhao, tell me! What place did Lao Ji's student win this time, and what is the work about?"

The academicians didn't know much about Chen Tianhong's competition.

Even Ji Taidong only knew that Chen Tianhong won No.1 and the name of the work.

As for the content of the novel, they don't know at all. They have been busy experimenting and have almost no extra time to pay attention to this matter.

The assistants are different. In comparison, they have more time and some energy to focus on the game.

Of course, this is because they are relatively young, and they surf the Internet every day, so they naturally paid attention to Chen Tianhong's "The Wandering Earth".

Hearing the questions from the academicians, the assistant who just spoke quickly replied.

"The older student Chen Tianhong this time is still No.1. His entry is the same as last year's. It's still a science fiction novel called "The Wandering Earth."

"Oh, science fiction, "The Wandering Earth"? The name is a bit weird! Hehe, is it still a tribute to the teacher?"

"No, Academician Zhang, I think this novel is a tribute to you and all scientists."

When the assistant said these words, several academicians were stunned.

What's the meaning?Praise us, all scientists?
"Xiao Zhao, come on, tell me, talk while walking, let's also go to the lounge to watch the awards ceremony."

The academicians suddenly became interested. Although they were indifferent to fame and wealth and devoted themselves to scientific research, they were still very interested in someone writing books and novels praising themselves.

Not to praise themselves exactly, but to praise the cause they are engaged in.

"The story in the novel "The Wandering Earth" takes place on a planet "Earth" similar to "Wen Xing".

The story tells that the star and the sun are about to be destroyed, and the solar system is no longer suitable for human survival. Under desperation, human beings will start the "Wandering Earth" plan, trying to escape the solar system with the "earth".
And the technical principle of this plan is also related to the plasma engine."

When the academicians went to the lounge, the on-site award ceremony had already begun.

The process is the same as the last award presentation. The host is still Zhu Jianle, a well-known speaker from the national TV station. As a routine, he will introduce the leading guests present this time and invite them to speak on stage. There will also be a short performance during the ceremony.
It took more than an hour to go through such a routine process, and at the end it was the awarding session.

In order, No.10 came up first, and No.9 followed the winners to receive the awards, give their acceptance speeches, and answer the host's questions. Everything went in an orderly manner.

When Yuan Haotian came on stage, the host Zhu Jianle's face changed slightly. He remembered a question Yuan Haotian asked back last year, which almost made him miss it.

"I hope this kid will stop asking the chicken-and-egg question this year."

Zhu Jianle thought so in his heart.

Fortunately, this year's Yuan Haotian had already thought through everything and didn't ask strange questions. He even thanked Chen Tianhong when he gave his acceptance speech.

It is said that Chen Tianhong made himself aware of his shortcomings, and also gave him the motivation to learn and improve, and to write better works.

"Leaders and distinguished guests, it has finally come to the moment when everyone is looking forward to it again. Now, let us welcome with warm applause. Chen Tianhong, the No.1 winner of this college student literature competition, came to the stage to accept the award.

Chen Tianhong's entry this time is the science fiction novel "The Wandering Earth", which is full of creativity and grandeur.

The sun is about to be destroyed, and the existence that has been the pillar of human spirit for countless years in the past has become a symbol of death and terror.

Before the disaster came, human beings had to choose to flee in order to survive.

They made a great plan to build a plasma thruster on the mother planet Earth, and turn the entire huge earth environment into an immigration ark, so as to escape the solar system and go to a new home.

What a great plan this is!
I believe that when everyone sees this plan, they will be shocked by the grand and magnificent picture depicted in the book and the majestic atmosphere outlined in the book.

What a shocking romance it is to take your own home planet to wander!

This image of loneliness, desolation, melancholy, and sublime condenses the love of human beings for their homeland, and shines with the fighting spirit of not yielding to fate!
This is the romance that only belongs to China, our oriental humanistic feelings, and the "hometown" complex that is deeply imprinted in our bodies!
It is the nostalgia that will never stop in our hearts!
I believe that when the disaster really comes, we will definitely shout "Our wandering star!" Take her to wander in the universe!
Because we love Wenxing, love this land, love this hometown.”

In Zhu Jianle's extremely infectious commentary, under the attention of countless people on and off the court, Chen Tianhong once again stepped onto the podium after a lapse of one year.

After he took the glittering trophy from Zhu Yanlin, he also took a cash check at the same time. Chen Tianhong didn't look at the amount on the check, he was already surrounded by the heavy feeling of the trophy.

"Tianhong, congratulations! I hope to see you receive the award on a bigger stage in a month's time."

While congratulating Zhu Yanlin, he also pointedly expressed his expectation for Chen Tianhong.

"Thank you, President Zhu, don't worry, I will."

Chen Tianhong said firmly.

Proving yourself in this world is not only for someone, but also for your own career as a writer, and also for the country, because the name of the country is Huaxia!
Chen Tianhong will definitely prove himself on the international stage, and prove that oriental science fiction can also stand on top of the world.

Next, Zhu Jianle passed the microphone for Chen Tianhong, and it was time to give his acceptance speech.

"Respected leaders, seniors, teachers, and classmates. It is a great honor for my work to be recognized by everyone again.

The creation of the novel "The Wandering Earth" is inseparable from the help of many people, and I would like to thank many people, such as my teacher and my family."

Chen Tianhong still routinely gave the beginning of his acceptance speech.

When he thanked, whether it was Xu Changfeng and Hong Tao who were sitting at the scene, or his parents, relatives and friends in front of the TV, or classmates and friends who were watching with their mobile phones, they all had smiles on their faces.
It's a pity that the teacher Cao Xingkui didn't see this scene, he was still accompanying the visiting group to Pingjiang, otherwise he must have taken the right seat!

In the lounge of the Academy of Sciences, Ji Taidong and his party also watched this scene through the TV.

"Old Ji! This is a good boy! He even knows to thank you and Lao Cao at the awards ceremony!"

Wang Jie said to Ji Taidong with some envy.

"That's right, he's a good boy!"

The rest of the academicians also praised both Chen Tianhong and Ji Taidong.

They have already learned about the plasma engine in the novel from their assistants. There is no doubt that the inspiration must have been given by Ji Taidong, so Ji Taidong also has a part of the credit.

Ji Taidong also roughly knew the content of "The Wandering Earth". He heard that his old friends were praising Chen Tianhong, so he also spoke.

"Hehe, Tianhong kid! It's still not very rigorous! No matter how many plasma engines there are, it's impossible to propel a planet! When I go back, I will teach him well! Give him a good knowledge of physics!"

That's what he said, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face. There was no trace of preaching in his voice, and he was completely satisfied and happy.

"Old Ji, you can spare some time to let Chen Tianhong come to our research institute! I can also teach him."

"Yes, we can all teach him!"

Ji Taidong glanced at his old friends, chuckled, and didn't agree.

How could he not know what these people were thinking!Obviously, he also wants to be Chen Tianhong's teacher in name!

At this time, Chen Tianhong on the TV said something again, which shocked Ji Taidong, Wang Jie and the others, and they almost burst into tears.

"I would like to especially thank Teacher Cao Xingkui and Teacher Ji Taidong, they gave me the inspiration to create, from them I saw the spirit of scientists, which is also one of the core ideas in "The Wandering Earth"!

(Speaking of this, Chen Tianhong still thanked the original author Da Liu in his heart, and of course he was given the magical power of brain plug-in somewhere!)
When the end comes, what can we rely on?
Not the so-called ethereal gods in religion, but our scientists, who created the power of technology to protect our peace.

Our current happy life is guaranteed by them behind the scenes, so that we will not go hungry or get sick, and give us the confidence and courage to overcome disasters.

God bless the world, they are not gods, but they have blessed so many people.

They are the real backbone of a country and a nation!

Only they can be called those four words: National Warriors!

We should not be like the human beings in the article, believing in those rumors that are made out of nothing, questioning and attacking them.

Science is rigorous and rational, and what they represent is the truth of science!
We don't need to question the truth, questioning the consequences of attacking them is just digging our way out!

We can always believe in them, because they are what we believe in, the real superstars of every era.

We should not wait until they fall, and only think of them when disaster strikes!

Everyone should always remember them in their hearts, because they are the hope of a nation that will never be broken
The audience applauded thunderously, not only for Chen Tianhong, but also for all the scientists in the world!

At this moment, all the scientists who were watching the ceremony had their eyes filled with tears after hearing the words "Guo Shi Wu Shuang".

While they were moved, they also felt ashamed. They thought they were far inferior to those who had passed away, those pioneers who dedicated their lives to science.

What should really be remembered should be them, and my younger generations should also learn from them and dedicate their lives to the country, the nation, and the science they love.

Only at that time, can they be worthy of the title, this national warrior is unparalleled!

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