Chapter 6

【During the new book period, I hope everyone will collect and vote for recommendations.】

After saying this, Lin Han walked to the emergency exit with a very cool demeanor. He planned to take the stairs to exercise a bit. After all, it was only the fifth floor, not too high, and he could walk down quickly.

Han Ya, standing by the elevator, was somewhat surprised. The young director seemed less depressed, and his words were quite philosophical.

"Go your own way, let others talk. That's really interesting," Han Ya muttered to herself, as if she had never heard this cliché before.

Meanwhile, Lin Han, who had just walked out of the stairs, was panting heavily. The slight exercise made a thin layer of sweat appear on his forehead. This body seemed a bit weak, having been neglected for a long time. He needed to get it back in shape; young people shouldn't be like this.

After eating a steamed bun and a cup of soy milk, Lin Han felt his stomach was full. However, he felt a bit of pain when paying the bill. Breakfast cost him more than ten yuan, which was undoubtedly adding to his financial strain.

Looking at his phone, he muttered to himself, "I wonder if the magazine has seen my submission. If they're too slow, I'll really starve to death."

Submitting a manuscript can't be rushed. Who knows how many people in China submit to *Science Fiction World*? Even if only one in ten thousand or one in a million submits, it's still an enormous workload.

Despite being reborn, Lin Han didn't feel too anxious. He firmly believed that there would always be a way out, and the most urgent task was to integrate into this society.

In the original host's memory, there was no information about the location of the Yanjing Library. This place was a complete mystery, and he didn't even know which direction the entrance faced.

Using his phone's navigation, Lin Han was immediately attracted by the massive building of the library. It occupied a vast area, and the main building was a twin-tower skyscraper with a double-eaved roof. The peacock blue glazed tiles on the roof and the light gray tile exterior walls combined ancient and modern architectural styles perfectly.

Walking up the granite steps, Lin Han touched the white marble railing, feeling that he had come to the right place. With such a large library, there must be tens of thousands of books!

If one day his book could be included here, it would be the highest honor.

After passing through the security check at the entrance, everyone naturally lowered their footsteps, and even the sound of talking was barely heard. Only the rustling of pages turning could be heard.

Finding the catalog search area according to the map, he could use the computers to find the locations of the millions of books in the library. However, to borrow books, he needed to get a library card.

Using the index, he found the location of the science fiction books and stepped aside, as others were waiting behind him. His goal was to promote Earth's science fiction novels in this different world, and he needed to know his enemy as well as himself.

He wanted to see what was popular here, which themes had already been written about, and whether moving classic works over would result in a collision.

The vast array of books made Lin Han's eyes shine. He was a book lover, and now there were so many science fiction masterpieces he hadn't read. The thought of it was exciting, and he could spend many nights devouring them.

These spiritual foods were irreplaceable. He chose an American book, *Battle for Planet R*, and a Chinese science fiction novel, *The Third World War*, found a vacant seat, and began to read them in detail.

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At the same time, in the editorial department of *Science Fiction World* in Rongcheng, everyone was busy with the next issue's topic selection meeting. All the editors needed to participate to determine the content of the next issue.

The editors had to screen and edit the articles they collected, then pass the manuscripts to the design department for layout. After the designers completed the PDFs and submitted them to the chief editor for review, they could be sent to the printing factory for printing and binding.

Wang Yifan, a new intern at the magazine, had always loved reading science fiction stories, especially Jules Verne's novels. As he grew up, he became even more obsessed with Hollywood science fiction movies and Western science fiction novels.

To get into the *Science Fiction World* editorial department as an intern, he had to go through fierce competition. His current job was simple: assist senior editors, manage the submission email, and do some basic screening.

Generally, the magazine would actively solicit manuscripts from well-known science fiction authors, using the editors' connections rather than the official submission email.

Only new authors with no connections would submit their manuscripts via email, but most of the time, the quality was poor.

After taking a sip of water, Wang Yifan opened the official email and muttered to himself, "There are too many submissions lately. The Galaxy Award is really attractive, but can't they send some high-quality manuscripts?"

He loved reading science fiction, but these low-quality science fiction novels were a torture, no, a murder!

With a sense of responsibility, the submitters full of hope sent their novels to *Science Fiction World*. Wang Yifan could only grit his teeth and read them slowly.

Titles like *Vengeance Goddess*, *Space Cowboy*, and *The Cat Who Traveled Through Time* failed to interest him.

At this moment, an article titled *The Rural Teacher* caught his attention. This was a science fiction submission, not a realistic one.

After downloading it, he read it with curiosity and couldn't stop. In a few minutes, he finished the 4,000-word content.

The quick reading gave him a general impression, but Wang Yifan was very excited. He had finally found a gem!

The clever combination of two storylines, the infectious power spanning time, and the excellent humanistic care made Wang Yifan feel refreshed. After finishing the reading, he felt a strange sense of emotion and helplessness.

A poor mountain village saved the Earth, and the ideological inheritance of generations of rural teachers seemed to have no superfluous words but was captivating.

Moving the mouse back to the top, Wang Yifan began to read the article word by word, feeling the thoughts of the author, Lin Han, and experiencing the洗礼 of an extraordinary science fiction novel.

After finishing the short 20,000-word novel, he immediately marked the article in red and sent it to his mentor, the senior editor Chen Chuhao, "Master, I've sent you a document. I think it's quite good, at least 8.5 points. Take a look quickly."

Chen Chuhao, who was idle, casually clicked to receive the document and read it quickly. The experienced Chen Chuhao was amazed. This level of writing was not something an ordinary person could produce. He asked, "Is this a submission for the Galaxy Award? The writing style and structure don't seem like a new author. A short science fiction story that can make someone shed tears is not an achievement that ordinary authors can reach. This is not an 8.5-point science fiction, 9.5 points would not be too much."

"I also don't think it's a new author. The writing is too good. This is a master-level structure. Could it be a famous science fiction author using a pseudonym?"

Wang Yifan agreed wholeheartedly. After sifting through the trash, he had finally found gold!

"Many current science fiction stories are just romance stories in a science fiction disguise, lacking humanistic depth and quickly forgotten. But this article is memorable and makes us understand that we should never give up hope, which is the core message of the story," Chen Chuhao summarized. "I think this article can be used for next month's issue. If the Galaxy Award judges like it, it could even compete for a prize."