It was evening again.
Song He sat down with a tray, brimming with confidence. "There's absolutely no way I'll be involved tonight. It's the Literature Award ceremony, and I don't know any writers at all!"
"Hard to say!" Xiang Xiaotong sounded a little gleeful. "Maybe the Literature Award will get you trending too."
"Impossible!" Song He denied it flatly. "That has nothing to do with me! Are they going to say that my paper is brilliantly written, combining scientific rationality with humanistic concern, and give me a Literature Award for it?"
"It could happen!" Xiang Xiaotong said with a laugh. "They've made exceptions and given Literature Awards for song lyrics before. Giving you an award for your paper isn't impossible."
"If the Nobel committee dares to pull something like that, I'll have to call and ask what the hell they're up to. What's going on this year? Do they need a favor from me? Did one of the committee members nearly die without getting a Hibernation Quota? Or did one of them come down with some rare disease and want me to treat them?"
After he had taken only a couple of bites, his phone began to vibrate.
Song He took out his phone and looked at it, then let out a sigh of relief. "I told you it had nothing to do with me!"
"Shock upset at the Nobel Prize in Literature! Latin American science fiction writer Deodoro wins!"
"First in history! Best-selling science fiction writer Deodoro wins the Nobel Prize in Literature!"
"An overview of Deodoro's works—their global sales have surpassed ten million copies!"
"Are you sure it has nothing to do with you?" Xiang Xiaotong scrolled through her phone, then suddenly raised her eyebrows.
"Don't scare me. I've never even heard of this Deodoro fellow. You can't