Chapter 11 (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Since the tutor had already said this, Fang Yuan had no choice but to go up to the stage and answer every question.

Somehow, Hades’ creative writing class was forcefully turned into a book launch for the second volume of “The Coiling Dragon”.

“Hello, Mr. Fang Yuan. I’m a reporter from the Iowa Journal of Literature. I’d like to ask you one last question.”

At some point in time, a reporter had snuck into the lecture hall and raised his hand to ask a question.

The Iowa Journal of Literature was originally bribed by Penguin Publishing and was waiting outside the bookstore early in the morning to write a defamatory piece about Fang Yuan and “The Coiling Dragon”.

However, the situation was completely out of his expectation.

Once the physical book of “The Coiling Dragon” was released, the entire city went crazy for it. Even if they wanted to write something bad about it, they did not have the chance to.

However, for the newspaper, there was no reason to return the bribe that they had received.

If one plan did not work, they could always come up with another.

The reporter said, “Current Chinese literature is in a period of decline, which is a common understanding of the literature world. However, with the release of your new book, “The Coiling Dragon”, you’ve given everyone a whole new perspective. It turns out that Chinese writers can also create excellent works. Many even think that you’re the only hope for the future of Chinese literature. You’re the light of Chinese literature that shines overseas! Mr. Fang Yuan, as a rookie author who just made a debut, are you pressured? Do you feel that you’re overpraised?”

The reporter was obviously a shrewd person.

He just raised a very unpleasant and thorny question.

The reporter was digging a hole for Fang Yuan to jump into.

Suppose Fang Yuan answered “yes”, the newspaper’s headlines the next day would be about the new author lacking in responsibility and felt that his work was unworthy of such praise.

If Fang Yuan answered “no”, the newspaper’s headlines would be about the new author’s arrogance as he claimed to be the light of Chinese literature.

Even if Fang Yuan avoided answering the question, they could write that the new author had an inferiority complex and was rendered speechless just by some harder questions.

No matter what Fang Yuan did, they could spin it to their advantage.

This was the insidious part of the question.

When the reporter asked this question, their defamatory article already had a direction.

The reporter expected this new author to be stunned by his overwhelming question.

However, Fang Yuan did not lose his composure. He stared into the reporter’s eyes and answered frankly, “Praise just means anticipation, and I understand the hopes my readers have on me. If anyone thinks that I’m overpraised, I will use my work to prove that you’re wrong. I fully deserve this.”

The reporter froze.

He did not expect Fang Yuan to defuse this difficult situation so skillfully.

The reporter laughed dryly and said, “Mr. Fang Yuan, you seem very confident. May I ask if you have a detailed career plan for your future? If you do, can you please enlighten us?”

This was also another tricky question.

Fang Yuan only published his first work yesterday, so in theory, he was still a newcomer.

It was certainly not easy for a newbie to publish a book, so would he even have a career plan?

Who could say for sure?

Write more? Sell more? Earn more?

No matter how he put it, it would appear awkward.

Making Fang Yuan sound awkward was exactly what the reporter wanted. That way, he would have something negative to write about.

However, Fang Yuan did not do as he wished.

In fact, on the first day he transmigrated, he already had a plan after seeing the current situation of Chinese literature.

“Soldiers who don’t want to be generals are not great soldiers. My career goal is the same as all writers, which is to win the Nobel Prize in Literature.”

The audience gasped.

Win the Nobel Prize in Literature?

That was like a new employee saying that his career goal was to be a CEO!

It was like crazy, absolutely insane!