You call Final Destination a safety education film?

Jiang Qingyue continued reading. She had only intended to browse casually, but she ended up becoming engrossed in the book.

【…】

Humanity's escape involves five steps: First, using Earth engines to stop the Earth's rotation, fixing the engine nozzles in the opposite direction of Earth's orbit.

[The second step is to activate the Earth's engines at full power, accelerating the Earth to escape velocity and allowing it to leave the solar system.]

[Step 3: Continue accelerating in outer space, heading towards Proxima Centauri;]

[Step 4: Midway through the journey, the Earth will rotate again, the engine direction will be reversed, and deceleration will begin;]

Step 5: Earth enters orbit around Proxima Centauri, becoming a satellite of this star.

The entire immigration process will last for 2,500 years and span 100 generations.

【…】

It was breathtaking.

This was Jiang Qingyue's first feeling after reading the novel; she was deeply moved by the tragic yet romantic plot of "taking the Earth on a journey".

Jiang Qingyue switched back to the chat window, looking at Lin Ye's avatar, her emotions churning.

I never imagined he could write such a grand science fiction story.

I thought I knew him well enough, but he kept giving me unexpected surprises during this time.

He can direct, act, and write scripts; now he can even write science fiction novels with ease. It seems there's nothing he can't do.

"Lin Ye, how many secrets are you still hiding?"

She murmured softly, her gaze gentle.

……

Yan State Federation of Literary and Art Development

The office area was filled with the sounds of keyboards clicking, and sunlight streamed through the glass windows onto the cluttered desks. It was the submission review period, and the entire floor was in a busy but orderly rhythm.

"Sister Tong, I received a manuscript with your special notes. It was sent from Xinghan Culture's internal channels."

The new intern, Xiao Sun, cautiously approached Shu Tong, holding a tablet, her tone a mixture of curiosity and trepidation.

Within the federation, Shu Tong was known for her strictness; any manuscript that received special notes from her must have something unique about it.

Shu Tong looked at the computer screen, her fingers flying across the keyboard, and casually replied:

"It should be that person's draft from yesterday. Could you take a look at it for me? I'm a bit busy right now."

Intern Xiao Sun nodded in agreement, picked up her tablet, and quickly returned to her workstation to begin watching intently.

Half an hour later.

After finishing her work, Shu Tong rubbed her stiff shoulders and neck, just about to take a breather, when she looked up and saw intern Xiao Sun standing next to her workstation with a strange expression, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

Shu Tong was a little puzzled and asked, "Xiao Sun, what's wrong? Have you finished reading the manuscript? Just tell me if you have any questions."

"Sister Tong, you should review this essay. I... I don't know how to describe it." Xiao Sun stammered, looking completely at a loss.

"What's so hard about a call for papers?" Shu Tong frowned, her face darkening, and her tone becoming stern. "I'll ask you questions, and you answer them. I'll walk you through the basic process."

"Okay..." Xiao Sun nodded timidly, barely daring to breathe.

"First of all, is this essay off-topic?"

"I don't think so."

Shu Tong's expression was clearly displeased.

She is a decisive and meticulous person. In her work principles, bias is bias, and no bias is no bias. Any judgment must have a clear professional standard and must not be ambiguous.

Interns these days are so unreliable!

Shu Tong patiently planned to give the new intern some pointers after asking all her questions.

"My second question is, how is the story logic and completeness of this essay?"

"It's amazing, but..."

"What is it?"

"It's just... the content is a bit too broad." After considering for a long time, Xiao Sun cautiously gave this vague answer.

Shu Tong took a deep breath in anger, and it took her a long time to recover. She was clearly speechless with anger.

"Never mind, I'll go see it myself."

Shu Tong gave up communicating with the intern and went directly to the essay contest backend to search for "The Wandering Earth." The moment the page loaded, she was suddenly stunned.

How could it be... a science fiction category?

Yesterday we were talking about a group of people searching for a new home. Shouldn't that be a realistic novel or a survival adventure story?

Shu Tong suddenly remembered the questions from yesterday and had a bad feeling.

She hurriedly opened the novel and read it word by word.

【…】

By the time Earth left Jupiter, it had reached escape velocity. No longer needing to return to the sun, which harbored the threat of death, it sped into the vastness of outer space, beginning a long period of wandering.

【…】

As I recall all this, half a century has passed. Twenty years ago, Earth departed Pluto's orbit, left the solar system, and continued its solitary journey into the cold, vast expanse of outer space.

【…】

As the plot unfolds, Shu Tong's expression gradually changes from calm to solemn, and then to one of shock.

From the Earth's engine to the cessation of rotation, from flying out of the solar system to traversing 2,500 years of time, a magnificent history of human civilization's wanderings slowly flowed before her eyes.

"Ah, Earth, my wandering Earth..."

She remained motionless for a long time after looking at the ending of the novel.

a long time.

Shu Tong leaned back in her chair, sighed softly, and felt a mix of emotions. Thinking of the questions from yesterday, she couldn't help but laugh.

It is indeed quite far.

One hundred generations, two thousand five hundred years, wandered to a new home 4.3 light-years away. The continuation of human civilization, in his writing, became a long journey across the universe.

Shu Tong slowly shifted her gaze to the author's signature section—"Qingye".

She mentally went through the names of all the well-known science fiction writers in the industry, but found no one who matched her.

But she was certain that the person who wrote this story was a veteran, otherwise it would have been impossible to create such a tragic and grand tale.

It's just unclear why he didn't dare to use his real name to participate in the competition.

Shu Tong began to examine the novel from the perspective of someone in charge.

To be precise, this novel, "The Wandering Earth," does have the risk of going off-topic, but she had already vouched for it yesterday, and the novel is indeed of top quality, so Shu Tong decided to go to the organizing committee to file it.

Yesterday she thought the other person was a newbie and was asking basic questions, but now it seems they were all setting traps for her.

Shu Tong smiled helplessly, then got up and walked to the conference room to file a report with the organizing committee.

An hour later, she returned to her workstation, her fingers flying across the keyboard:

"Hello, Professor Qingye, your manuscript 'The Wandering Earth' has been reviewed and approved. The theme and content of the work meet the requirements of this call for submissions, and the quality is excellent. It will be included in the list of key reviewers."

……

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it's time for the offline screening of the directing department's graduation projects.