Monday morning.

Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School.

The winter rain from last night hasn't completely dried yet.

The air was filled with a damp and restless tension.

Lin Que, with two faint dark circles under his eyes, yawned as he stepped into the door of Class 3, Grade 11.

He had just tossed his schoolbag onto the desk and hadn't even had a chance to sit down properly when...

A round, dark shape reeked of spicy snacks.

She pounced on him with lightning speed and grabbed his arm tightly.

"Brother Que, you're back! I've missed you so much!"

Wu Di's voice was trembling with tears, and it was hard to tell if it was genuine or not.

Lin Que pulled away the guy's chubby hand with a look of disgust.

"Let go! It's only been three days since we last met. Anyone who didn't know better would think I just got out of jail!"

"Three days?!"

Wu Di released his grip, but still held onto Lin Que's arm, raising his voice eight octaves.

"Three days? Brother Que, do you know how I spent these three days?"

As the saying goes, "A day apart feels like three autumns; three days apart, that's nine years!"

Lin Que raised an eyebrow and placed the back of his hand on Wu Di's forehead:

"What's wrong with you? Speak like a human being! Did you not finish your homework?"

"Ugh! It's not about the homework!"

Wu Di lowered his voice, but his excitement remained undiminished.

"Don't you know? It's Dream Weaver! He released a preview for his new book! 'Soul Ferry'! And now the whole internet is criticizing him!"

Wu Di was so angry that his face turned red:

"I knew those fans of Jian Shen went too far!"

They even accused our boss of riding on someone else's coattails and of plagiarism! That's utter slander!

Who is the Dream Weaver? He's the man who could write "Yang Jian's Investiture as a God"!

Does he need to ride on someone else's coattails?!

Lin Que pulled out a chair and sat down, lazily taking out his science exam paper from his bag:

"Calm down, isn't this kind of online backlash commonplace for dream weavers?"

"How can I stay calm about this!"

Wu Di was so anxious that he stomped his feet and whispered something in Lin Que's ear.

"Brother Que, you are the most cultured person in our school!"

"Quickly analyze this for me, on which level is the author's naming strategy positioned?"

Before Lin Que could speak, different voices came from the back row.

The speaker was Luo Ji, the class's physics representative.

A boy who wears glasses and has strong logical thinking skills.

"Wu Di, stop being so biased towards your fans."

The boy pushed up his glasses, his tone calm, but his views were sharp.

"Although I also read 'Human World is Like Prison'"

However, from a business perspective, the actions of this dream weaver were indeed not very respectable.

Roddy paused.

"He released a product with a very similar name when the competition was at its peak."

Isn't this a classic example of parasitic marketing?

Regardless of the quality of his writing, he had already lost in terms of sportsmanship from the very beginning.

This remark immediately drew agreement from several classmates.

"That's right, I think so too."

No matter how eloquently he wrote afterwards

But at the starting line, the dream weaver has already lost.

This is like Master Kong becoming popular, and you insist on creating a "Kang Shuai Fu" (a brand of instant noodles).

Even if you add real beef to Kangshifu (a popular Chinese instant noodle brand), it still tastes like a knock-off.

"Yeah, I'm pretty disappointed too."

Where did the dream weaver's arrogance of "I'm the best in the world" go?

Is it really necessary to resort to this kind of traffic-driving method?

"It feels like a poor imitation; what Professor Jian Shen wrote was about redemption."

He's a horror novelist; I guess all he can write about is cannibalism.

The murmurs grew louder and louder, like a swarm of wasps bumping around in the classroom.

Zhang Ya, who was sitting by the window, put down her pen.

Her eyes, always hidden behind black-rimmed glasses

He was currently walking through the noisy crowd, staring intently at Lin Que's back.

Since that speech about "death",

She always felt that this boy, who spent all day sleeping on his desk, had thoughts that were different from others.