Quick Wear: Everyone knows I am a good person

Chapter 1347 The Professor Who Steals Beauty 33

"Tonight, the final award of the Lingwen Awards—the Best Innovation Contribution Award—is won by Shu Jiao!"

The host drew out his words.

Shu Jiao straightened her sleeves, stood up, and went on stage. "Hello everyone, it's me again. I won't say much in my acceptance speech. See you next year. Happy Chinese New Year to everyone."

gone.

Not much to say.

Looking at the pile of trophies on the table next to Shu Jiao, the group of colleagues fell silent.

to be frank.

I'm definitely envious.

But to be honest, a large number of them have been making a living off Shu Jiao all these years.

They wouldn't do something like eating from a bowl and then cursing their father after putting it down.

and so--

They prepared a big surprise for Shu Jiao!

They are definitely no worse than those screenwriters.

In terms of wealth and connections...

Who doesn't have one?!

"cough."

Upon hearing this voice and seeing the president of the literary association walk onto the stage, Shu Jiao's eyebrows twitched involuntarily.

On stage, someone seemed to be connecting with someone. After a two-second pause on the big screen, one... temple? appeared?

Shu Jiao doubted her own eyes.

Meanwhile, 003 was already laughing hysterically in the space, "Hahaha... Host sister, what a surprise, a huge surprise!"

"Don't doubt your eyes, yes, they built you a temple. Hahaha... They're laughing all the way to the bank! How bizarre is their way of thinking!"

Shu Jiao's eye twitched.

His lips twitched immediately afterward.

Now, her toes don't just want to dig into the ground anymore; she wants to go into seclusion for eight hundred years.

"Shujiao Temple!"

On stage, the president praised Shu Jiao enthusiastically.

Shu Jiao: ...

Although, however, there is no need to do so.

【West Street of Zhongzhou University of Arts! No wonder this place looks so familiar. Alright, I'll go out and offer incense to the spirit of Shu now.】

[Screenwriting major, I'm going out to offer incense to the God of Literature.]

I'm curious, if someone sends offerings in the future, will they be collected once a week, packaged, and delivered to the God of Comfort?

In that case, I'll send my script to Shu Shen!

Put on your shoes and let's go!

[Thumbs up.jpg. This is amazing! God Shu, please bless me so I don't fail my exams next year! God Shu, please bless me with lots of inspiration! God Shu, please bless me...]

003 laughed as he read out the comments in the live stream.

Shu Jiao sat there, alive, but already dead.

The thunderous applause couldn't reach her ears; every second was torture, and all she wanted was to leave the awards ceremony immediately.

At this moment, another group of people appeared on the big screen.

Shu Jiao looked up.

"May the God of Shu bless me so I won't fail my exams!"

"God Shu, please bless me! Let me write a good screenplay this year and graduate with my master's and doctoral degrees smoothly!"

"God Shu, if I pray to you, will my daughter be able to get into Zhongzhou Arts University? I'll offer you three hundred incense sticks!"

Shu Jiao: ...

People actually came to worship!

And they prayed so devoutly.

For the first time, Shu Jiao wanted to cover her face with her hands, and she never wanted to leave the house again.

"It's the interstellar people who know how to play."

003 joked, "Host, as someone who has lived to the point of being enshrined in the temple of art, what are your thoughts now?"

"Destroy it."

After a moment of silence, Shu Jiao uttered these three words.

Facing the approaching president, Shu Jiao still tried to argue, "This is really too much, President."

"Not an exaggeration at all."

The president waved his hand, "This was jointly applied for by colleagues from all thirteen states. Moreover, you have put in a lot of effort over the years, creating so many categories, and you have also given away the creative rights without reservation."

"They are all very grateful to you."

By the way, let's settle scores with those screenwriters.

And by the way...

The entertainment industry hasn't seen much progress in recent years, and now that someone like Shu Jiao has finally emerged, they have to promote her, even if it's just for their own political achievements.

not to mention!

Shu Jiao truly grants freedom to create works.

Do you know how much money she lost?

It's an incalculable number, enough to support thirteen states.

Such a huge sacrifice, what's wrong with making up for it with some benefits?

What's wrong with giving them a little praise?

But the problem is that Shu Jiao herself doesn't want this "compensation"!

As soon as the awards ceremony ended, Shu Jiao grabbed the trophy and ran off. She shoved it into a student's hand as soon as she stepped outside, saying, "Let's go home."

This time, one for everyone.

Great harvest.

Aside from the temple, Shu Jiao was in a pretty good mood that afternoon.

[Shu Jiao]: Let me admire the empire I've built over the years. (Trophy image.jpg)

Two walls.

Two walls are covered with trophies.

Golden and colorful, it symbolizes brilliance and glory, as well as Shu Jiao's unshakeable position in the arts.

【Congratulations! ??ヽ(°▽°)ノ?】

My goodness, it looks like I really need to go to the temple to pray to you.

[Hey boss, let's do it again this year! Our motto is: Crush our competitors!]

[If I could get even one of these, I'd die happy. Sister, you've got two walls!!!]

I only realized my sister's authority much later.

[Author, could you suddenly update with a million words tomorrow? That would scare us to death!]

New Year's Eve has passed, and another year has begun.

Shu Jiao casually sent a red envelope in her student group chat, and then sent a large red envelope through her social media account.

[Shu Jiao]: Happy New Year. The lucky draw starts at 10 AM. Prizes are as follows:

First prize: 666666, one;

Second Prize: 88888, ten in total;

Third Prize: 30000 (fifty prizes)

Fourth Prize: 10000 (one hundred prizes);

Consolation prize: 666, ten thousand of them;

Grand Prize: You may choose the type of your next book or screenplay, one prize.

Note: This activity is limited to followers who have been following me for three years or more. Thank you all for your continued support and encouragement. Let's move forward hand in hand in the new year.

Money, huh?

Shu Jiao is not lacking.

Spread some out so everyone can have some fun, isn't that great?

After all, the box office revenue sharing and novel donations contributed by fans of Thirteen States this year amount to an astronomical sum.

What's the big deal about throwing out this little bit?

Just two drops of water.

It wasn't much for Shu Jiao, but her fans were truly stunned by this lavish New Year's gift package.

What followed was a pleasant surprise.

Who wouldn't like getting something for free, and in such a large amount?

【Ah—I'm here! I'll be right here, I'm sure I'll get a share of the red envelope.】

May God bless me, may I win! May I win! May I win!

I'm definitely going to grab this red envelope.

[Hey, I don't want money, just let me win the grand prize! I want to see new categories!]

[Share this image of Shu Shen (a deity) and you will receive good luck in the New Year...]

Instantly, a large group of fans surrounded her account.

Time ticked by.

ten o'clock.

Shu Jiao started a live stream from her home. Before she could even say hello, the chat was flooded with "Happy New Year" messages.

Her eyes curved slightly, and she chuckled softly.

"Let's talk about business later."

Shu Jiao casually tapped the red envelope button. "Everyone, it's time to test your speed! Three—two—"

"one--!"

"Open fire!"

Instantly, countless golden red envelopes rained down in the live stream.

A group of people raised their hands and started poking wildly.

Good!

This word is ingrained in everyone's mind.

A few seconds later, the result came out.