Lin Que's sentence

"Teacher, can I not go?"

It was like a bucket of ice water being poured over the head in a classroom that had just been boiling.

Everyone fell silent.

Wu Di's arm around Lin Que's neck froze in mid-air.

The ecstasy on his face turned into bewilderment.

"Brother Que, are you still asleep? That's a spot recommended by the school!"

Zhang Ya's shocked expression quickly disappeared, replaced by a barely suppressed glee.

She lowered her head, pretending to organize her textbooks, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.

Refuse? Fine.

They publicly humiliated Teacher Shen, treating the school's recommendation as a joke.

Lin Que, you're asking for it, so you can't blame anyone else.

Let's see how she shows favoritism towards you in the future!

On the podium, Shen Qingqiu gripped the chalk tightly.

No one knew that she did this for a spot.

What kind of pledge did he make in the principal's office?

“If I don’t straighten this crooked tree, all my awards this year will be cancelled.”

She even produced a recommendation letter written by Professor Li Yuanchao himself.

That was the only way to barely suppress the dissenting voices from the Academic Affairs Office.

She thought,

This is the path I have finally found that can lead this poisonous tree to the light.

She even imagined it.

When Lin Que personally experienced the warm atmosphere of "The Miracles of the Namiya General Store"

When I witnessed firsthand how readers were moved by the insightful writing,

His heart, shrouded in darkness, might begin to waver.

As a result, in front of the whole class, he casually asked her if she could not go.

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her surging emotions.

His voice betrayed no emotion.

"Lin Que, stand up."

Lin Que slowly stood up, covering his mouth to stop a yawn that was about to escape.

Give me a reason.

Shen Qingqiu stared at him, speaking slowly and deliberately.

The whole class perked up their ears.

Lin Que yawned and slowly sat up straight.

He scratched his head with a "serious" expression.

"Reason? Hmm..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Shen Qingqiu and the surrounding classmates.

With a touch of innocent sincerity:

"Teacher, think about it, you know my current reputation."

What poisonous weeds, what spiritual opium...

I'm going, just in case someone sees me.

Why did Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School send a problem student to support Teacher Jian Shen?

Wouldn't that tarnish your reputation and that of the school?

I don't want to cause you any trouble.

He shrugged, his tone relaxed:

"I'm doing this... for the good of the school."

"puff--"

Wu Di couldn't help but almost burst out laughing.

When Shen Qingqiu's icy gaze swept over him, he forcefully suppressed his laughter.

His face turned a deep liver color.

The expressions on the faces of all the students in the class became extremely strange.

That sounds... kind of actually makes some sense?

A rebellious writer known for his dark and despairing style.

I went to participate in a literary event known for its heartwarming and healing atmosphere.

This scene just feels so out of place.

They're called student representatives, but it sounds more like they're there to cause trouble.

The smile on Zhang Ya's face also froze.

She had assumed Lin Que would come up with a stupid excuse like "I don't want to go" or "I'm not interested".

Then he was severely reprimanded on the spot.

She never expected that he could take the matter of "not wanting to go" as a reason.

It's packaged as a noble reason: "for the sake of the teacher's and school's reputation!"

This is no longer just shameless, it's an art form!

Shen Qingqiu stood on the podium, feeling her blood pressure slowly but steadily rising.

She was so angry she laughed.

She's seen the mischievous, she's seen the rebellious.

But someone like Lin Que, who can make fallacies sound so righteous,

This is the first time in over twenty years that someone has splashed a basin of dirty water back onto her face in such a considerate way.

She looked at Lin Que's face, which seemed to say, "I'm thinking of you, so praise me!"

A lump formed in my throat, neither rising nor falling.

"The school appreciates your kindness."

She squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth, then shifted her gaze from Lin Que's face to the entire class.

"But the school's decision is final. That's settled."

Lin Que arrived at the city library promptly at 9:00 AM on Saturday.

If you dare to be even a minute late, your Chinese grade for this semester will be reset to zero!

She didn't finish her sentence, but the warning in her eyes...

This made Wu Di instinctively shrink his neck.

"Alright, class is in session."

Shen Qingqiu opened the lesson plan, her voice returning to its usual cool and aloof tone.

But the hand holding the chalk was gripping it a little tighter than usual.

Lin Que shrugged indifferently and sat down again.

Under Wu Di's admiring gaze, he leaned back down on the table.

Only Shen Qingqiu herself knew that her heart was far from as calm as it appeared on the surface.