After the organizers announced the successful conclusion of this literary competition, the participants who did not win also left one by one. Of course, there were also some who chose to stay and take photos with famous authors like Cory.
Ennie, the editor, immediately walked up to Kevin and said, "Kevin, you're so clueless, you know? You just missed a great opportunity to promote 'Jane Eyre'."
"Is that so? But Ennie, I didn't think that much at the time," Kevin said, scratching the back of his head.
"It's okay, you are the champion of this literary competition. According to the organizers' plan, you will have many opportunities for packaging and promotion. When the time comes, just release 'Jane Eyre' again," Ennie said.
"Well, yes. Oh, I am so happy today, this trophy seems to be filled with magic, it excites me and makes me ecstatic."
"Of course, otherwise there wouldn't be so many people thinking of participating in this literary competition. Go on, go and face the media interviews, perhaps today you will be the protagonist, the star."The headline of the entire London Daily.
As expected, the media quickly surrounded Kevin and kept taking pictures of him.
"Dear Mr. Kevin, could you tell me about your current mood?"
"Mr. Kevin, have you ever thought that you might be the champion of this literary competition?"
"May I ask how you got inspired to write your essay 'Reflections on a Broom'?"
At one point, the media successively threw questions at Kevin, who was surrounded and could only answer their questions one by one in place.
As the press conference came to an end, the news of Kevin winning the championship of this literary competition was also announced to the public. This is the world of Twitter. Therefore, many people saw this information for the first time on the official Twitter account of the London Literary Publishing House.
"Oh my, truly a genius, submitting the first piece and then winning first place. Could it be the reincarnation of Shakespeare?"
"Is it him? How is that possible? This is simply unbelievable. How did he get inspired in just a few minutes?"
"The fact proved that we had to look at him with a different perspective."
"Only a genius has such speed; I admire him so much."
"Kevin? I must see such an amazing person with my own eyes, writing a military-level work in just over ten minutes. I bet he must be awesome."
The University of Edinburgh, as Kevin's school, was the most concerned about this result. When they saw on Twitter that Kevin had won the championship, the teachers and principal of the school were all excited.
The principal, with a beer belly, excitedly lifted Collison up and said, "Collison, fantastic! Your students are amazing. He is the pride of our University of Edinburgh."
"No, Principal Harden, don't forget, Kevin is also your student. So, congratulations to you."
"Haha, yes. Thank God, thank God for placing a literary genius at the University of Edinburgh." President Harden's face still looked excited, as if he had won the championship himself.
At this moment, most other teachers were feeling ashamed. Initially, they did not have high hopes for Kevin, even considering him a waste and a disgrace to the University of Edinburgh. However, upon hearing that Kevin had won the championship at the London Literature Competition, they couldn't help but feel guilty for their initial judgments.
Collison has always believed in Kevin's future, so he silently blesses Kevin in his heart: "Wow, you finally didn't disappoint me. Keep it up, you will be a great writer."
After seeing this tweet, Augustine's entire face stiffened.
"How is that possible? I've been in the same class with him for so many years, I know his literary level the best. How could he write such a brilliant piece in just over ten minutes?"
Augustine could hardly believe his eyes. He immediately rushed into the bathroom and washed his eyes with water ten times, a full ten times. Then he ran back to check the results on the computer, and the name at the top was still Kevin.
With a "crash," his hand accidentally knocked the cup on the table to the ground, shattering it completely.
How could this happen? How could someone who can't even write a decent activity summary win the championship of the most prestigious literary competition in the UK? And here I am, someone who has been publishing works in literary magazines since childhood, unable to even make it to the semi-finals?
Augustine was in a bad mood.
Zela also saw Kevin's tweet announcing that he had won the championship of this literary contest, and her expression turned extremely unpleasant. However, she quickly calmed down.
"Hmph! Even if you win the championship, no publishing house would be willing to publish your 'Jane Eyre'."
As a veteran editor in the literary world, Zela never admitted her past mistakes. She started drinking water frantically, downing three cups in a row, until a knocking sound was heard from outside.
"Please come in," Zela, the editor, said, quickly tidying up her appearance.
"Oh, Vice President, what brings you to me?"
Zela greeted the deputy director of Dehay Publishing House, Raven, as soon as she saw him enter.
"Zela, I believe you have also heard about this literary competition. It is said that the champion of this competition is extremely talented, completing the work in just over ten minutes. As one of the famous publishing houses in England, I think we should not miss out on such a genius," President Raven said.
"What does the vice president mean?"
"My point is for you to get in touch with this champion, see if he has any recent works, or if we can sign some contracts with him, so that his articles will be published by us in the future."Our publishing house will publish it. As you know, winning the championship title of the London Literary Contest is enough for us to promote his book. And it will definitely be a bestseller," President Raven said. "But Vice President, he is still a student, and moreover, he is a newcomer..."
Actually, Zela was well aware that whether the other party was a student or a newcomer, anyone who won the championship at the London Literary Contest had written works that had all made it onto the bestseller list. She just couldn't let go of the face she lost when she threw "Jane Eyre" into the trash can.
"Zela, what's gotten into you today? Do you realize that your words just now fell far below the standard of a professional editor? You should know that for a literary genius like this, his works are definitely bestsellers. Remember, don't view the world of genius with ordinary eyes," President Raven emphasized.
"Okay! I'll do my best."
"That's good, I have to go to a meeting now, so I'll take my leave. Bye bye."
"Goodbye."
After President Raven left, Zela's face looked even worse than before. Now she was asked to contact Kevin on her own initiative, what should she do? Should she really put aside her pride?
But the document containing Kevin's contact information that was kept initially has already been thrown into the trash can by him, and now, wanting to find it is purely impossible. What should be done now?
At this moment, Zela began to feel conflicted. Of course, her dilemma was not about how to find Kevin's contact information, but whether she should or should not contact Kevin.
You should know that the task assigned to her was personally arranged by the vice president of Dehay Publishing House. If she doesn't take this task seriously, it will be difficult for her to survive in Dehay Publishing House in the future.
