The next day, early morning.

As soon as Lin Que entered the classroom, he sensed that something was wrong.

It's too quiet.

The usually noisy morning reading time was now completely silent, with no one daring to speak loudly.

A few boys in the back row huddled together, their faces pale and their eyes dark.

"Hey, did you sleep well last night? I finished reading that book and kept the light on all night, but I kept feeling footsteps outside the door."

"Don't even mention it! My mom got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, and the sound of the door opening almost sent me flying!"

"Now that book title is a banned word on the school forum. They say it will cause panic among students, but it's being circulated privately. The more it's banned, the more enthusiastic people become about reading it!"

"Really? What kind of book is so eerie?"

"You don't even know it's called 'Human World is Like Hell'?! The Dragon's Sky Forum is in an uproar right now, saying that reading this book will get you targeted by evil spirits!"

Lin Que raised an eyebrow.

The results seem to be even better than expected.

He calmly took out his phone and logged into the author's backend.

Data refresh.

Lin Que's pupils contracted slightly.

In just one night.

99+ requests for more updates

99+ likes

99+ comments

The book review section was filled with lamentations, and readers' comments were a mixture of fear and excitement.

[Materialist Warrior]: This book is addictive! I finished reading it last night and was too scared to go to the bathroom, so I held it in until dawn! Author, you owe me back my bladder!

[Night Owl]: What an amazing concept! Ghosts can't be killed? How are we supposed to play this game? It's so hopeless! But I just can't stop playing!

[Who Moved My Cheese?]: I'm in bed, but I keep feeling like someone's crawling outside the covers... Help! Urgent!

[The Author's Urging Maniac]: Ten gifts have been sent! Author, please update soon! As long as you dare to write, I dare to read!

Lin Que scrolled through the comments, his fingers lightly tapping the table.

The thrill of manipulating other people's emotions is truly captivating.

This explains why, despite graduating from a top-tier science university in his previous life, he still resolutely devoted himself to screenwriting.

At this moment.

The light at the classroom door dimmed.

A tall figure blocked the morning light.

Shen Qingqiu stood there, her face paler than usual, with obvious bloodshot eyes.

Her gaze swept quickly across the classroom, finally settling on Lin Que.

"Lin Que".

The sound sent chills down my spine.

The entire class fell silent instantly, and dozens of eyes turned to Lin Que.

Being singled out by Lao Shen so early in the morning means I'm probably doomed.

Lin Que, however, remained calm and stood up in front of everyone, walking out of the classroom.

It was a bit windy at the end of the corridor.

Shen Qingqiu had her back to him, her shoulders slightly tense.

"Teacher, you wanted to see me?"

Lin Que asked a question he already knew the answer to.

Shen Qingqiu turned around abruptly.

She clutched the composition book tightly in her hand.

Those cold, beautiful eyes were now churning with extremely complex emotions.

There was shock, confusion, and exhaustion...

Clearly, I couldn't sleep last night because of this essay.

She stared at Lin Que, her voice hoarse and almost incoherent:

"What were you thinking when you wrote that piece, 'Back to Back'?"

"Did you really write it?"

Faced with the murderous gaze of his beautiful homeroom teacher

"Of course I wrote it, teacher."

Lin Que remained very calm.

"Didn't you say that the topic should be fear?"

I think nothing is more frightening than the unknown.

Shen Qingqiu took a deep breath, trying to calm her still wildly beating heart.

Last night, she posted this essay in the Writers' Association group.

Those old writers who usually pride themselves on remaining calm even if Mount Tai collapses before them were all in an uproar in the middle of the night.

Some say this is attention-seeking, others say it's heresy.

But most people asked her in private messages:

Who is this student? Are there any other works?

"Do you know that what you're writing... is dangerous?"

Shen Qingqiu stared intently into Lin Que's eyes, trying to discern something from the face of this student whose grades were usually mediocre.

"Danger?"

Lin Que tilted his head, feigning innocence.

"Teacher, isn't the purpose of literary creation to break the mold?"

If all you can write are bland, lukewarm things, then what's the point of literature?

These words struck Shen Qingqiu's heart like a heavy blow.

She suddenly felt a little embarrassed when she thought of her unoriginal and mediocre award-winning works.

"you……"

Shen Qingqiu was speechless for a moment, and then sighed after a long while.

"I have submitted your essay to the city-level competition."

However, I must warn you, most of the judges are conservative, and your style... might not be appealing.

Lin Que smiled:

"Thank you, teacher. It doesn't matter whether I win an award or not. I'll be satisfied as long as I can scare them."