My Prime Minister is so cute

"I hope that humans will be able to travel into the heavens and into the earth, to use the stars as energy to travel, and to be able to travel into the past and into the future."

With three books as a foundation, and everyone present is a book lover, there are no nitpickers who know nothing.

Most people quickly accepted the idea of ​​"panmagicism" and began to ponder whether it was really feasible.

While they were thinking, Sarah continued her speech.

With the support of intermediate speaking skills.

Although it was her first time speaking, Sarah showed no signs of stage fright and delivered a smooth and unhurried speech. Her words had a magical quality that made people stop and think, listen attentively, and become immersed in the story, just like reading a captivating book.

Although it was also an intermediate-level speech, its style was completely different from that of the district mayor.

Inherited from a certain greasy-haired district chief, her speaking style is more inclined to mobilize the audience's emotions, using sophistry and distorted facts to make the audience give up thinking, inciting the audience to fall into a frenzy built up by emotions, and sincerely believe in the bright future she advocates.

As far as politics is concerned, the district chief's speaking style is indeed more appropriate. The general public sometimes does have a certain degree of blindness and needs emotional incitement.

However, for ideas like "pan-magicism" that require serious thinking, simply inciting emotions is meaningless. Sarah's speaking style, which is leisurely and immersive, is more appropriate.

No matter what the final result of thinking is, whether you agree or not.

This kind of thinking process alone has already planted a seed in people's hearts, a seed called "pan-magicism".

Seeds represent hope.

Once they encounter a suitable environment, the seeds will break through the soil and grow into towering trees.

......

Soon, it was time for free questions.

Both Reginalds were a little confused. He was the first to jump up from the stool, raised his hands high, and successfully attracted Sarah's attention, getting the first chance to ask questions.

"Excuse me, why did you choose to submit your work to Happy Paradise?"

And he also asked the most curious question that lingered in everyone's mind.

——What kind of person would be so desperate as to submit his work to "Happy Paradise"?

If Sarah were to talk about it herself, she would definitely criticize that experience harshly, angrily accusing the review editor of dereliction of duty and incompetence, and that he deserved the death penalty.

But remembering Bird's reminder, Sarah suppressed her anger and spoke casually, "Well...actually, originally, I submitted my work to Magic World. After all, it's the largest and most professional fantasy magazine in China."

"Then why didn't you choose "Magic World" later?" Reginald asked.

“Because it was rejected.”

Sarah smiled faintly and shrugged nonchalantly. "I was pretty sad when I received the rejection letter, so I figured it might not be good enough. But then... I happened to have a friend who worked at Happy Paradise, so I submitted my work there."

I heard this is the reason.

The whole hall was suddenly filled with excitement.

Even if "Time Travel" isn't as fantastic as "The Rural Teacher," it's still a very good fantasy. What kind of blind editor would reject such a work, forcing subsequent great works to be serialized in a magazine like "Happy Paradise"?

For a moment, the crowd became angry.

The editor-in-chief of "Magic World" sitting in the second row turned green at this moment.

Originally, he was full of confidence, thinking that with the size and reputation of "Magic World", as long as he could meet Bersabia, he would definitely be able to convince the other party to switch to his magazine. However, he did not expect that there was such a thing behind it.

He said viciously, "Investigate! Investigate thoroughly when you get back! Who on earth is so blind as to reject a manuscript like 'Time Travel'? This person must be an undercover agent sent by another magazine!"

The culprit, Bridges himself, who was sitting in the third row, was already sweating profusely.

Later, when he heard about "Time Travel", he felt that it sounded a little familiar, but at that time he just looked at the title and put it aside. He didn't have a deep impression of it, so he didn't take it seriously.

Today I heard Sarah talk about her experience of being rejected by "Magic World". After a little thought, I realized that it was most likely me who was rejected.

Bridges felt like crying but had no tears.

——It’s over, it’s over! If this gets traced back to me, I’ll be completely screwed! He’s obviously not an undercover agent!

Chapter 133 The Future Belongs to the Young

The discussion filled the hall.

However, Sarah had no intention of dwelling on this little matter, but continued to answer the subsequent questions.

When Sarah walked down from the stage after the final Q&A session, she was greeted with resounding applause from the entire audience. Almost everyone was applauding her wonderful speech.

Advanced literature + intermediate speech, coupled with Bird's carefully controlled speech script and the popularity accumulated from the three books, together led to the birth of this scene.

Further back in the last row of the Great Hall.

A student named Barnard said, "Excellent speech. Panmagicism is also very inspiring. What do you think?"

Reginald gnashed his teeth beside him, "Damn it! Don't let me find that editor who dared to reject Miss Bersabia's manuscript!"

Bernard: "? After listening for so long, this is the conclusion you came to?"

Reginald asked, "What else? Are we going to practice panmagicism?"

In the front row, Professor Rudolph, who had listened to the entire speech, couldn't help but clap his hands. He said to Professor Perkin next to him, "I never expected this Berthapeare writer's realm to be even higher than I imagined."

"Are you surprised too?" Professor Perkin raised his eyebrows.

"I underestimated her."

Rudolph nodded and said, "Just looking at 'The Rural Teacher', I think her intention is to build on the legacy of education, admonishing people to never give up on education and that there is still hope even in desperate situations. That's excellent, and I admire her very much."

"It's not about using vulgar novels to attract attention, but about using words to convey ideas. It's rare and precious to be able to do that."

"But today I realized that her true thoughts are far more profound than I imagined. Only by analyzing the three books together, 'Escape from the Earth,' 'Time Travel,' and 'Rural Teacher,' can we see the clues."

"What do you mean?" Professor Perkin asked with a smile.

Rudolph didn't hesitate to explain, "First, 'Escape from Earth' depicts a society of collaborative effort, where everyone plays their part, and ordinary people and magicians work together to overcome seemingly impossible feats. Each is essential. That's what Berthapeare envisioned, and it's also the kind of society we can theoretically achieve through our own efforts."

"Secondly, 'Time Travel' indirectly depicts a future world, a future where people can travel through time, manipulate space, and possess all sorts of magical powers. It's a future we can't currently achieve, a future we daren't even imagine. But at the same time, it's not about some other civilization, but about the future of Earth, telling us that the future will eventually succeed."

"Finally, 'Rural Teacher' tells us that although both goals seem incredibly difficult, the road ahead is incredibly arduous, and the reality of the situation seems to render even the smallest efforts meaningless, just like those impoverished students for whom learning seems pointless, as long as we persevere, there is still hope."

"These three books, taken together, aim for universal peace and harmony, for magic to become universal and accessible to all, for humanity to conquer nature and unleash unimaginable power."

"This is what fantasy works should really do!"

Rudolph sighed again and again.

It has been so many years since I have seen an author who can express such thoughts in words.

What is even more amazing is the other person’s age.

He is only in his teens, but he already has such ambitious ideas... But then again, only young people dare to imagine such grand goals. Old men like him can't do it. They have experienced too much and are too realistic.

"The future still belongs to the young. The old are getting old."

Rudolph shook his head slightly and couldn't help but sigh.

Professor Perkin nodded in agreement. "Indeed, she is indeed too young. So young that I find it a little frightening. It even makes me think...she might actually be able to achieve panmagicism."

"I don't think it's possible."

Rudolph, who had been praising Sarah endlessly, now expressed his objection: "No matter how influential words are, without external pressure, ideas need time to ferment and gradually form a social consensus before they can influence real political regimes."

"Those old-fashioned people like us who hold power now would never agree with pan-magicism."

"Stability, stability, and stability. Stability is paramount."

"Don't think I'm praising her highly, but if I were in her position, I wouldn't agree with pan-magicism either."

"Perhaps a hundred years, or even two hundred years from now, panmagicism will become a truth recognized by everyone in the human world and truly change the world, but it definitely won't happen now."

Rudolph gave another long speech.

"I do not think so."

Perkin smiled slightly, but offered his objection: "It will only take twenty years for this idea to become popular among the younger generation, and for them to grow up and seize power. Even if it's slower, taking two generations, it will only take fifty years, definitely not a hundred years."

"What you said makes sense."

Rudolph paused, then shook his head and said, "But whether it's fifty years or a hundred years, I'm afraid neither of us will see it, so it doesn't make much difference."

"But she can see it." Perkin pointed at Sarah on the stage. "Fifty years from now, great writers probably won't even be 50 yet, and they'll still have the energy to continue writing. Haha—he's already completed three works. I wonder how many more masterpieces will be produced by then. I'm really curious."

"Yeah, I'm really curious."

Rudolph said regretfully, "I really want to see it with my own eyes."

"Don't worry about that."

Perkin couldn't help but laugh: "Just wait and see, those students, they will see it for us."

The two looked back and saw that in the back rows of the auditorium, there were densely packed students from Owen College.

I saw many students arguing fiercely, including Reginald and Barnard, both of whom were young and energetic students. Most of them would be able to see and witness a brand new world 50 years from now.

Although now they can only sit in the back seats of the auditorium with poor views, and some even have no seats at all and can only squeeze together by moving benches, the good seats in the front row are occupied by famous old guys such as Rudolph and Perkin.

But the world ultimately belongs to the young, and the future will ultimately be created by the young.

Sooner or later, they too will have a front-row seat.

Chapter 134: Going back to the sea so soon?

While the people in the Great Hall were immersed in the aftereffects of the Panmagic speech and arguing endlessly for different reasons,

After finishing her speech, Sarah was already preparing to sneak out through the back door.

However, her efforts were doomed to be in vain, as Mirabell had already spotted her and blocked her in the only way to escape.

"Long time no see, Sarah." Mirabell said with a burning gaze.

This time.

We must win!

While the speeches were brilliant and the panmagicism grand, Mirabelle cared nothing for them.

All she cares about is the life and death of Happy Paradise magazine!

For this, Misabel must meet the real Bersabia and take her down!

"Mirabell?"

Sarah was stunned for a moment, then greeted him, "It's been a while since we last met. After all, it's not convenient to come to Central City..."

Mirabell looked around and found that there was no one beside Sarah. She couldn't help but ask, "By the way, Sarah, did you come to Central City alone this time? Not with friends or acquaintances?"

"I, I came here alone."

Sarah said a little lacking confidence.

"So you're staying in a hotel now?" Misabel asked.

"Correct."

Sarah nodded.

"Then I'll take you to the hotel," Misabella said enthusiastically, "I came here by carriage."

"Oh, no, no, no." Sarah waved her hands repeatedly, "I can just walk back. Exercise is healthier, hehe..."

"Then I'll go with you."

Misabel still said enthusiastically: "Long time no see, let's take this opportunity to chat..."

Seeing that Sarah didn't want to reveal who was around her, she paused and took out the trump card she had bought with a lot of money: "By the way, Sarah, your favorite master, the Green Wind, has a new work, but it's limited edition. I happen to have a copy here..."

"A new work?"

Sarah finally showed a hint of surprise on her face: "Didn't he say he was going ashore? He went back to the sea so soon???"

"Haha, how can the cruelty of the outer world compare to that of the inner world?" Misabelle chuckled. "In the inner world, as long as you draw a woman and a Nako, even if your drawing is terrible, people will praise you. It's a warm and loving family world. But in the outer world, if you draw even the slightest wrong pose, people will line up to criticize you, not to mention the rigid requirements of the plot."

"I've seen that teacher's work in the watch industry. While his art style is as beautiful as ever, and I can recognize it at first glance even without knowing his pen name, I can't find any fault with it. However, the plot is still as poor as ever. The development is slow and boring, and the popularity is mediocre. The sales volume is completely unworthy of his pen name."

Misabel shook her head and sighed, "I can't make any money in the outer world, so I have to come back to the inner world to supplement the family income."

"I see."

Sarah nodded in understanding, but didn't show much interest.

Ever since she had seen those three superb books from the future world, Sarah's taste had been infinitely elevated. The works of her former favorite master, Green Wind, now seemed to her to be of average standard. Although the painting skills were beautiful, they were not good at all.

"Ok?"

Misabel frowned and felt puzzled when she saw this.