Back in the room.

Zhao Zichen was already fast asleep, emitting soft snores.

Lin Que kicked off his shoes and sank into the soft bed.

The moment my back touched the sheets, the tension that had been building all day finally eased.

The smoke of battle hadn't even cleared at Zijin Villa when they encountered the "escaped Beethoven" in a humble, unassuming restaurant.

Then, those two big shots from the Writers' Association dragged him away and forced him to drink a bellyful of Da Hong Pao (a type of traditional Chinese robe).

This day was more mentally taxing than writing a 10,000-word script.

He rolled over and took his phone out of his pocket.

As soon as I unlocked the screen, the phone started vibrating wildly in my palm, and I almost dropped it.

The notification bar looks like it's been bombed.

The news about the green ivy is even climbing at a visible speed, filled with dazzling exclamation marks.

Wang De'an, on the other hand, remained calm.

They only sent a brief report of public opinion from those few hours.

Having spent the day jumping around in his thoughts, Lin Que simply skipped over these two.

Finally, my fingertip hovered over the dialog box titled "Beethoven on the run".

The red unread numbers were a bit glaring.

Two hours ago.

[Beethoven on the run]: [Link] Shocking! A high school student openly declared on a literature forum that he "didn't want to starve to death," and duck blood soup may be the biggest winner!

[Beethoven on the run]: Teacher Lin, you're famous now! [Sunglasses][Sunglasses]

[Beethoven on the run]: It's a pity I left early; I missed the interview segment. Your line, "My mouth is on my own body," was absolutely brilliant!

[Beethoven on the run]: The comments section is hilarious right now, take a look for yourself.

Lin Que raised an eyebrow and clicked on the link.

This is a popular post on "Tianya Haijiao," China's largest social networking forum.

The headline is highly provocative.

"When Literature Meets Duck Blood Vermicelli Soup: A High School Student's Sharp Commentary on the Mainstream Literary Scene".

The first post contains a video.

It was the scene of him talking eloquently to the reporter in that small shop in Laomendong.

The boy in the video has a noisy little shop in the background.

In front of him was a completely empty bowl, his eyes bright and clear.

His tone was playful yet firm.

"...My mouth is my own, and so is my stomach."

"You can't just starve yourself to death to conform to the so-called 'mainstream,' can you?"

This quote has been turned into all sorts of hilarious memes and is flooding the comment section.

[1st Floor]: I suggest that the saying "My mouth is on my body, and my stomach is my own" be included as a compulsory course in the nine-year compulsory education!

This guy is a good friend; he actually eats when there's food for him!

[2nd Floor]: LOL, Editor-in-Chief Fang: I'm talking to you about altitude, and you're talking to me about spiciness?

[3rd Floor]: Three minutes! I need all the information about this man!

Otherwise I'll... I'll kneel down and beg you!

That phrase "I don't want to starve to death" is practically the mouthpiece of us working-class oxen!

[4th Floor]: The science popularizer has arrived.

This is Lin Que from Jiangcheng No. 1 High School, the big shot who won the grand prize in "The Man Waiting to Die".

All I can say is that the thought process of these big shots is something we mere mortals simply cannot understand; all I can do is babble.

[5th ​​Floor]: Where is that duck blood vermicelli soup shop located? Speaking of which, the owner must seize this huge influx of traffic. Whether the small shop can turn into a chain depends on whether they can grasp this wave.

[6th Floor]: Am I the only one who's craving it? Looking at that layer of chili oil, tears involuntarily streamed down my face.

Lin Que tapped the screen lightly with his fingertip and chuckled.

This is often how public opinion works in the internet age.