Just as the two groups of fans were about to start fighting again, the official Weibo account of "New Tide" magazine actually replied to a comment from a "cold-eyed bystander".

[New Tide Magazine]:

The charm of literature lies in its diversity, and also in the vast differences in the personalities of its authors.

Some authors are gentle and refined, while others are fierce and unruly.

We respect every creator's way of expression, and we ask everyone to focus more on the work itself.

This attempt to mediate by taking sides was a stroke of genius.

It maintains the lofty image of Jian Shen while cleverly portraying the dream architect as a rebellious genius.

It deconstructs the accusation of being impolite and transforms it into "personality".

Wang De'an stared at the constantly fluctuating popularity index on the screen.

My tense shoulders finally relaxed.

He closed the notebook, tapping his fingertips lightly twice on the cover.

This fire has finally spread from the readers' emotions to the very eyebrows of capital.

In the classroom of Class 3, Grade 11 at Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School,

Lin Que stared at his phone screen, a smile unconsciously spreading across his face.

"That 'cold-eyed bystander' is quite interesting."

Lin Que thought to himself.

"Although it's nitpicking, every cut hits the nail on the head, making him a great material for a straight man."

Just then, the sound of high heels clicking on the ground came from the front door of the classroom.

That was the oppressive rhythm unique to homeroom teachers.

The students, who had been whispering and discussing the plot, immediately fell silent.

They buried their heads in their books, pretending to be fighting a life-or-death battle with math, physics, and chemistry.

Shen Qingqiu walked into the classroom.

She had faint dark circles under her eyes today, as if she hadn't slept well last night.

She stood on the podium, clutching the lesson plan folder tightly in her hand.

His gaze did not sweep over the entire class as usual.

Instead, he aimed straight at the window seat in the back row, his gaze so complex it was impossible to decipher.

"Lin Que".

The moment the roll was called, the hearts of all the students in the class were in their throats.

Wu Di was frantically kneeing Lin Que's thigh under the table.

His eyes clearly said, "Oh no, I've definitely been caught reading a novel during morning reading time."

Lin Que remained calm and slowly stood up:

"arrive!"

"Come to my office."

After Shen Qingqiu finished speaking, she turned around and left decisively.

The classroom erupted in chaos.

"I told you so! The nail that sticks out gets hammered down!"

"It must be because this essay competition was too high-profile."

Or maybe I got caught looking at my phone.

"Take care, Brother Que! We will miss you!"

Lin Que ignored the sympathetic glances around him.

He put his hands in his pockets and followed them out at a leisurely pace.

The wind in the corridor was a bit cool, carrying the scent of damp earth.

Shen Qingqiu walked ahead at a slow pace, seemingly deep in thought.

When I arrived at the office, all the other teachers had gone to teach their classes, and the room was very quiet.

Shen Qingqiu walked behind the desk and sat down.

He pointed to the chair opposite him.

Lin Que sat down as instructed, his gaze sweeping across the table.

On top of a neat stack of lesson plans, several sheets of A4 paper were pressed down.

The edges were slightly curled, indicating that it had been read many times.

Shen Qingqiu looked at Lin Que with a hesitation in her eyes that she had never felt before.

"Lin Que, the atmosphere in the class has been a bit restless lately."

Shen Qingqiu spoke, but her voice was not loud.

Everyone is talking about ghosts and spirits, and about that convenience store at number 444.

As your homeroom teacher, I should have banned these "unauthorized books" from the classroom and even confiscated your cell phones.

Lin Que raised an eyebrow slightly, remained silent, and waited for what was to come.

"but……"

Shen Qingqiu paused, then reached out and picked up the few sheets of printing paper, handing them to Lin Que.

"I usually try to find out more about it before I confiscate it."

What exactly has captivated my student?

Lin Que took the paper.

That's the latest chapter of "The Ferryman".

Ghost Detective.

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