Jian Shen, the dream weaver of hell.

These two names, like black and white, were tangled and colliding wildly in her mind.

She even had an absurd idea.

What would happen if these two people met?

Is it mutual loathing, or...?

She dared not think any further; the feeling made her panic.

She took a deep breath, picked up her lesson plan, and walked into the classroom of Grade 11 (3).

The bell for the morning reading session has just ended.

Shen Qingqiu stood on the podium, and the originally noisy classroom instantly fell silent.

Her gaze swept across the entire class.

Finally, his gaze lingered briefly for half a second on Lin Que's drowsy face.

"Tell me something."

Her voice was cool and clear, yet very penetrating.

"Next weekend, the first book signing ceremony for the single volume of 'The Miracles of the Namiya General Store' will be held at the city library."

At that time, the *New Tide* magazine will invite literature enthusiasts from all walks of life to participate.

As soon as he finished speaking, a murmur arose in the class.

Wow! The Miracles of the Namiya General Store! Will Mr. Mifumi be there?

"What are you thinking? Professor Jian Shen is so mysterious, how could he possibly show his face?"

"But it's good to be able to buy the book as soon as possible, I've been waiting for so long!"

After a brief pause in their discussion, Shen Qingqiu and the others continued:

"In this event, our Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School received one recommendation spot."

"I can participate in this event as a specially invited student representative."

Invited student representative?

This title made many students' eyes light up.

Zhang Ya subconsciously straightened her back, a confident smile spreading across her face.

As the class representative for Chinese language and a third-prize winner in the essay competition,

Who else but her could have such an opportunity to represent the school in public?

She even glanced at Lin Que, her eyes carrying a hint of provocation.

Writing low-brow, unsophisticated stuff will only lead to small-scale, insignificant endeavors.

But she is the one who can truly enter the hall of literature.

Shen Qingqiu paused after observing the students' reactions, then calmly announced the results.

"After deliberation by the school, it has been decided that the nominee for this recommendation is Lin Que."

The air seemed to freeze.

The entire class stared at the podium with expressions of utter disbelief.

Then he looked at Lin Que, who was lying on the table, seemingly indifferent to the matter.

The smile on Zhang Ya's face froze instantly, then crumbled inch by inch.

"Him? Why him?!"

She blurted it out almost without thinking, her voice sharp and somewhat shrill.

She was indignant! Why him again?!

How can someone who writes dark stories and was almost blacklisted by the chairman of the Writers' Association represent the school?

Should I participate in an event like "Miracles of the Namiya General Store," which is full of positive energy?

This is an insult to Professor Jian Shen!

Shen Qingqiu's gaze fell on Zhang Ya, but she didn't get angry. She simply explained calmly:

"This is the recommendation I submitted to the school, and it was also approved by Professor Li Yuanchao."

After discussion, the school ultimately agreed to my suggestion.

Professor Li Yuanchao?

The moment that name was mentioned, all of Zhang Ya's questions were silenced.

His face turned pale and then flushed, looking extremely unsightly.

Yes, she forgot that behind Lin Que stood the authority of Jiangcheng's literary world.

"Holy crap! Brother Que is awesome!!"

An uncontrollable burst of elation broke the awkward silence in the classroom.

Wu Di was so excited that his face turned red. He grabbed Lin Que's neck and shook him violently.

"Did you hear that, Brother Que? You're going to meet your idol's family! Maybe you can even find out some gossip about Teacher Jian Shen!"

Lin Que felt dizzy from being shaken, and impatiently pushed his head away.

He yawned and slowly sat up straight.

He looked at the podium, then at his surroundings.

On the stage was Shen Qingqiu, who was looking at him with a complicated expression.

All around me were classmates, each with a different and more complex expression.

He lazily raised his hand.

"Teacher, can I not go?"