Study System: I'm a 38-Year-Old Student-Chapter 242 - 166: Who Says Writers Can’t Sing!

It’s like driving a luxury car back to your rural hometown to show off, only for your relatives there to not recognize it and think it’s some off-brand car.

This is one of the reasons many people are willing to pay for a brand logo; in the minds of many elderly people, "BBA" is the symbol of high-end luxury cars.

Now, Shen Qiushan encountered a similar situation.

It was like punching into cotton.

Fortunately, there were people on-site who recognized him. The female singer who had been talking with Hu Tingting suddenly exclaimed, "Are you Teacher Shen Qiushan?!"

"The author of ’Three-Body Civilization’!"

Feeling depressed, Shen Qiushan finally found a way out and calmly nodded, "Yes, it’s me."

"Wow!"

"It really is you, Teacher Shen!"

"I never expected to meet you here. It’s such an honor!"

"Can I take a photo with you?"

The female singer was thrilled, looking like a little fangirl.

Seeing this, Xu Jiang quickly took out his phone and searched for "Nebula Award."

Then, all kinds of news reports about Shen Qiushan popped up.

"First person in the country to win the Nebula Award!"

"Broke the foreign writers’ monopoly on the Nebula Award!"

"Single-handedly elevated Hua Country’s science fiction to an international level!"

"38-year-old top student, Nebula Award recipient, famous writer..."

After seeing the news, some memories about Shen Qiushan were also awakened in Xu Jiang’s mind.

Shen Qiushan’s stories are widely spread in Sanjiang City, and as long as you live in this city, you’ve more or less heard of them.

It’s just that after the buzz fades, you can’t recall them immediately.

"So it’s Teacher Shen!"

"My brain didn’t even register it!"

Xu Jiang changed his tone.

Even though the real Red Rose Lin Xiamo didn’t come, this Teacher Shen is also a hot topic figure.

He just recently won the Nebula Award, and this kind of big writer singing in their bar, the contrast is just maxed out.

Hu Tingting wasn’t wrong.

After today, people across the country might know about their Pulse Bar!

The performance quality doesn’t even matter; having a Nebula Award winner singing in their bar is already a huge selling point.

In the bar area.

On weekdays, business should be rather quiet.

But today, the bar filled up unusually fast, and by seven o’clock, the occupancy rate had reached ninety percent.

And most people came because they saw the video online.

By the bar, Fang Xiaoya, dressed maturely for the occasion, sat with Lin Jiayu, and they each ordered a cocktail named after the twelve zodiac signs.

Lin Jiayu’s "Leo" was orange-yellow; she took a small sip, tasting both orange juice and alcohol.

Her evaluation of the 58-priced cocktail was: Not bad, great for photos.

Fang Xiaoya looked around stealthily and whispered, "Jiayu, are you sure Old Shen will come?"

"Why haven’t we seen him anywhere?"

"How would I know if he’s lying?"

Lin Jiayu pouted slightly, "You were the one who insisted we come."

"Let’s wait until nine-thirty, and if Old Shen doesn’t show, we’ll go back."

"Oh, they’re starting to sing, sounds good..."

The two singers for the seven to eight time slot began their performance. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Fang Xiaoya and Lin Jiayu’s attention was immediately drawn to the singers on stage.

While they were focused on listening to the music, a server led two men to the empty seats next to them.

Since the seats were very tight, the later guests could only sit around the bar.

One of these two men was thin and wore glasses, while the other had fair skin and looked scholarly.

They were actually Wang Zhixin and Hao Bo, journalists from Jiangcheng Evening News.

Having heard that the Red Rose Band would be performing here tonight, Wang Zhixin didn’t want to miss this kind of material, so he brought his colleague Hao Bo to explore.

"So many people!"

"They must be here to see Red Rose."

After sitting down, Hao Bo exclaimed.

"These people love a crowd, really have nothing better to do!"

Wang Zhixin sneered.

"If it weren’t for so many people paying attention, our news wouldn’t have so much traffic."

Hao Bo replied.

Wang Zhixin didn’t respond because what Hao Bo, the rookie in the newspaper, said was true. If there wasn’t such high attention, he wouldn’t have made the trip.

But Wang Zhixin is the typical "double standard," wanting to ride this wave of traffic but looking down on those audiences attracted by Lin Xiamo’s appearance.

The bar environment was noisy.

Their conversation wasn’t quiet.

Lin Jiayu and Fang Xiaoya just happened to overhear their conversation.

The two of them subconsciously exchanged glances.

Then, they nodded in agreement, and Fang Xiaoya, who was closer, directly turned on her phone’s recording function, placing the phone on the bar and gently pushing it in their direction.

Wang Zhixin had no idea he was being targeted. He took a sip of his drink and said, "That guy Shen Qiushan got lucky and won the Nebula Award. Now it’s hard to use him for traffic."

"But Lin Xiamo doesn’t have the Nebula Award as a safeguard. Xiaohao, let me tell you, in our line of work, to get traffic, you have to follow hot topics. The more extreme the views, the higher the attention. Don’t be afraid of being scolded; think of it this way: those idiots cursing us are actually giving us money..."

Wang Zhixin, in a senior’s tone, "kindly" shared his experience.

Because he had lost in a previous internal struggle, he didn’t have many colleagues in the newspaper he could call on. Hao Bo, a newcomer who hadn’t been in the newspaper long, was the only one.