Lin Que walked down the corridor of the teaching building, holding the brand-new "New Tide" magazine.

The afternoon sun shone through the window, casting dappled shadows on him.

He opened the magazine, his fingertip lightly tracing the two words "Insightful".

The strange smile on his lips could no longer be suppressed.

"You say I'm an elder who has seen it all and has a clear and compassionate heart?"

He muttered something under his breath and almost burst out laughing.

He stuffed the magazine into his bag and whistled happily.

Just as I reached the top of the stairs, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

He took it out and saw that it was Professor Li Yuanchao's number.

I saved the message I received from Professor Li last time.

"Hello, Professor Li."

"Lin Que, classmate."

On the other end of the phone, Li Yuanchao sounded somewhat tired.

"It's me, Li Yuanchao. Did I disturb your class?"

"No, I just finished class."

"That's good."

Li Yuanchao paused, his tone tinged with apology.

"I'm sorry you had to go through all that trouble with the essay competition."

But don't worry, gold always shines; Wang Shouyi can't cover up the whole truth.

"I understand, thank you, Professor Li."

Lin Que's tone was very calm.

His calmness only made Li Yuanchao appreciate him more.

This young man remained calm in the face of both honor and disgrace, displaying the demeanor of a great general.

"I'm calling you because I want to tell you something."

Li Yuanchao's tone became excited again.

"I recommended your article 'Fireflies' to Jiangcheng Literature and Art."

Shen Qingqiu has already addressed this matter.

Lin Que knows about "Jiangcheng Literature and Art".

That was the official mouthpiece of Jiangcheng City.

Although its status cannot compare to that of major periodicals like *New Tide*,

But in the local literary world, he is an absolute symbol of authority.

"Chen Liangsheng, the editor-in-chief of Jiangcheng Literature and Art, is an old friend of mine."

He was absolutely blown away after reading your article!

The decision to publish it was made on the spot!

"but……"

Li Yuanchao changed the subject, his tone turning somber again.

"You know that,

Wang Shouyi was, after all, the chairman of the Writers Association, so Old Chen couldn't go too far and openly oppose the chairman.

Therefore, this article should not be placed on the front page.

"Where should we put it?"

Lin Que asked.

"It will be placed in a new column at the end of the journal, called New Voices."

This section is specifically for publishing controversial works.

Although the location was a bit out of the way, Editor-in-Chief Chen promised me...

He would personally write an editor's note to guide readers' thinking.

Li Yuanchao explained.

"Really? That's great."

Lin Que's answer remained simple.

For him, it doesn't matter where or in what position it's published.

The important thing is that his writing can be seen by more people.

Whether it brings fear or controversy.

"I'm relieved that you think that way!"

Li Yuanchao's tone became slightly more relaxed, tinged with a touch of emotion.

"I'm just afraid that you young people are too proud and arrogant to accept this grievance."

Remember this: writing is an eternal affair, and its gains and losses are known only to the heart.

Temporary praise or criticism proves nothing.

Time is the fairest judge.

Don't let those noises distract you from your writing.

After expressing his gratitude, Lin Que hung up the phone.

He stood there, not leaving immediately.

He leaned against the wall and smiled silently.

What the chairman saw as a cancer, what the professor called a hidden gem.

This controversial Lin Que

It is itself a perfect fog, keeping everything isolated in just the right place.

No one would doubt that these three distinct identities...

They will belong to the same person.

What he needs to do is maintain the persona of a student who is somewhat talented, somewhat rebellious, but ultimately harmless.

This game of chess is getting more and more interesting.

...

The weekend was the day the Lin family officially moved.

That old, dilapidated room, which held decades of memories for the family, was now piled high with various packed cardboard boxes.

While directing the moving company workers, Wang Xiulian kept wiping away tears.

"This sofa has been with us for over ten years. Although the leather is peeling, it's comfortable to sit on, and it would be a shame to throw it away."

"And that old wardrobe, your dad made it by hand back then, you can't find such good wood anymore."

Lin Que's gaze fell on his father, Lin Jianguo.