On the afternoon of the next day, Kevin boarded the plane to London amidst the farewell of his parents and the headmaster.
Kevin was being valued for the first time, so the sweetness in his heart was extremely refreshing.
"I'm going to feel this good every day from now on," Kevin said to himself.
Augustine was feeling down at home. It was the first time he had lost to an opponent in writing, and it wasn't even in the finals. What's more, the opponent had finished writing their article in just half an hour, and his name was Kevin Stephen.
He was not content a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times.
"Kevin, don't get too cocky. Even if you make it to the next round, you'll still be eliminated. As for the championship, forget about it." Thinking about this, Augustine felt a sense of relief in his heart.
Kevin sat on the plane, silently contemplating the future ahead. The matters of the ongoing semi-finals and the submission issues of "Jane Eyre" would have to be temporarily postponed for now.
Moreover, perhaps once I have won the championship of this literary competition, the publication of "Jane Eyre" will become much easier. After all, every champion of this literary competition is currently active on the bestseller list of British literature.
From Edinburgh to London, you have to pass through the Lake District and Manchester in order, and the distance is not very far. Kevin took a short nap on the plane and arrived at the station. According to the organizer's requirements, after the contestants participating in the semi-finals arrive in London, they can contact the organizer, and then they will arrange for someone to come and pick them up to check in at the hotel. So, as soon as Kevin got off the plane in London, he called the organizer. After the other party answered the phone, they said they would come over soon.
Sure enough, in less than ten minutes, a young woman in her early twenties with long hair appeared in front of Kevin.
"Hello, may I ask if you are Mr. Kevin? I am Sunny, the receptionist for this literary competition. Nice to meet you."
"Hello, I'm Kevin, thank you for your help," Kevin said politely.
"Not troublesome at all, not troublesome in the slightest. You are all geniuses in the literary world, and being able to welcome you is also a glorious thing," Sunny said with a smile on her face.
Sunny was dressed in a striking professional outfit today, her full figure showcasing her beauty to the fullest. It must be said that the two things on British women are generally large, and Kevin couldn't help but have improper thoughts when he saw them.In my past life on Earth, I was so unlucky that I never got to experience the taste of a woman. If I were to be reborn here and could sleep with these voluptuous women, that would truly be a blissful thing.
After chatting casually for a few moments, Sunny took Kevin to the Cosda International Hotel. It was one of the top-notch hotels in the entire city of London, where sometimes even birthday parties of celebrities and nobles were held. At the entrance, Kevin saw many world-class sports cars.
"Grandma, in the future, I also want to buy a car like this, and then fill it with beautiful women," Kevin thought to himself.
"Alright, Mr. Kevin, this is the room our production team has customized for you. Please feel completely at ease, everything here has been paid for. So, feel free to use it. Oh, this is my phone, if you need anything, you can call me anytime." After leading Kevin to the room, Sunny explained a few things and then left.
This is Kevin's first trip to this parallel world after being reborn, and he has arrived in London, one of the most developed cities in the world. He is feeling a little excited in his heart.
However, Kevin didn't have any spare time to explore other places in London now, because according to the organizers' requirements, he had to go to the London Literary Publishing House for formal reporting on the second day of his arrival in London.
So, the next day, after waking up, Kevin had the complimentary breakfast at the hotel and waited at the door for the shuttle sent by the organizers. This was what Sunny had told him yesterday, that the organizers would arrange transportation to take all the participants to the London Literary Publishing House for reporting.
Kevin only realized how many people were participating in the literary competition when he was waiting for the bus. He counted them and found that there were more than twenty. Each one of them was dressed very decently, clearly coming from well-off families. Only Kevin came in his ordinary student uniform.
However, Kevin was not feeling inferior. Once "Jane Eyre" was published, everything should fall into place. Upon arriving at the London literary publishing house, the contestants participating in the final round were all arranged in a conference room waiting. Fortunately, the room was very comfortable, so the contestants did not feel impatient about the wait. Besides, writers are most accustomed to loneliness and boredom, so they wouldn't mind at all.
Roughly twenty minutes later, an elderly man entered the meeting room, and then a thunderous applause erupted.
Relying on his memory, Kevin knew that the visitor was Mr. Cory, one of the best-selling authors in this parallel world's England.
Mr. Cory mainly writes urban novels. His delicate and beautiful writing style has attracted many readers in England, causing a sensation whenever a new book is released. It is precisely because of this that Cory holds a significant position in the literary world. This is also one of the reasons why the organizers invited him to be a judge for this literary competition.
"I am very pleased to meet literary enthusiasts like you ahead of time. I sincerely thank you for showing us the future of British literature," Cory said with a kind smile.
Just as the words were spoken, there was another round of enthusiastic applause.
"Great, Mr. Cory is actually one of the judges for this round. It would be a great honor if our article could receive his feedback."
"Yes, as long as Mr. Cory helps us recommend and promote it, there's no doubt our articles will become popular."
Kevin heard the two people in front whispering to each other.
"Alright, everyone, as one of the judges for this year's literary competition semi-finals, I must explain to you the general situation of the semi-finals. Tomorrow at 8:30 a.m., in the media hall of the London Literary Gazette, we have specially arranged a spacious area for you to write your semi-final articles. However, the topic is not fixed. We will provide the prompt on the spot, and then you are free to use your imagination to write," Mr. Cory continued.
"Ah? Impromptu test? This is too difficult, isn't it?"
"Yeah, usually when we write articles, we have to polish them for a long time. With these impromptu topics, we have to imagine. If there's no inspiration, then we won't be able to write anything."
It seems like this competition is truly a battle of geniuses. I hope tomorrow's topic will be something I excel at.
Upon hearing that the topic for the semi-finals was announced last minute, many people suddenly felt the immense difficulty of this competition.
Kevin remembered that before his rebirth, there was a literary competition in Huaxia called the New Concept Literature Competition, which was held annually by the New Concept Magazine. The competition format of this literary competition was similar to that of the London Literature Competition.
During the Huaxia period, the post-80s writer Han Han became famous in the literary world for writing an essay titled "Peeking into People through a Cup" in this new concept literary competition's semi-finals. Of course, there were also articles by Huaxia people in the usual world, so Kevin naturally couldn't write down Han Han's "Peeking into People through a Cup." However, he had a literary search engine and all the literary works from the previous life in England were in his mind. By the time of the semi-finals, everything became much simpler.
So, while many people were complaining about the strict rules of the resumption of the competition, only Kevin remained silent, smiling quietly.
In my past life, I was used to writing trashy stories, but now that I've been reborn, I must become a great literary master no matter what.
