Saturday morning.

Jiangcheng, Xisheng Mansion.

Lin Que was awakened by Wang Xiulian's urgent knocking on the door.

"Hurry up! They start at nine, we need to get there early to get a good spot!"

Lin Jianguo was already dressed in the living room.

He was also holding a brand new notebook and a camera.

"Let me tell you, I played chess with your Uncle Wang and a few others last night."

When I told them about it, they were all incredibly envious!

They said my son has really made something of himself; he can even represent the school at these kinds of cultural events!

Lin Jianguo's face was flushed, and his tone was filled with barely suppressed pride.

Lin Que left the bedroom and was forced into a chair by his mother like a puppet.

He let her spray hairspray on his head.

Looking at himself in the mirror, forced to look like an "adult," he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Last night, Red Fox was jumping up and down in a panic on the phone, saying that Professor Sun had published an article that had stirred up a war.

Red Fox probably never dreamed that the two main protagonists of this war...

Right now, he's sitting obediently at home, being criticized by his own mother for not tying his tie properly.

"Mom, I'm just going to make up the numbers and stand on the platform, there's no need for such a grand ceremony."

"That won't do!"

Wang Xiulian patted him on the shoulder.

"You represent the face of Jiangcheng No.1 High School! You must be on your toes!"

When you meet those great writers and editors, you have to be sweet-talking, humble, and eager to learn, understand?

"Okay, okay."

Lin Que gave a perfunctory reply.

He slowly changed his clothes, and before leaving the house, his phone vibrated.

It was a message from Wu Di, a screenshot.

This was the most heated comment section under Sun Jingshi's article.

[Jian Shen is nothing! He's just a sissy who hides behind the scenes spouting platitudes! Does he dare to face the darkness of reality like us dream weavers?]

Wu Di also added a gloating emoji.

[Brother Que, the battle has begun! As the student representative today, you'd better stand firm! We're die-hard fans of the Dream Weavers!]

Lin Que smiled and replied with a single word.

【good. 】

He turned off his phone, looked up, and gave his parents a bright, sunny smile.

"Dad, Mom, let's go."

Today is going to be a very interesting day.

...

The square in front of Jiangcheng City Library has never been as lively as it is today.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated.

The long, winding queue stretched for two blocks.

A huge banner hung between the Roman columns of the library, with white lettering on a blue background:

"The launch ceremony of the new book 'The Miracles of the Namiya General Store' and the launch ceremony of the public welfare campaign 'Finding the People Who Solve Problems Around Us'".

A strange warmth, not belonging to commercial activities, permeated the air.

Among the people queuing,

There were students carrying schoolbags and retired workers helping their spouses.

There were even quite a few deliverymen and food delivery drivers in uniform.

Most of them were holding unopened envelopes.

—That was a “Time Capsule” designed by the organizers.

They were about to drop it into the huge, replica "Namiya General Store" mailbox at the scene.

"Wow, so many people!"

Lin Jianguo held up the digital camera that he had specially charged for today.

Looking at the sea of ​​people in front of me, I didn't feel annoyed at all.

Instead, it made me stand up straighter.

"See that? That's the charm of culture! That's the kind of writer that ordinary people like!"

He turned to Wang Xiulian and said,

Her tone carried a sense of pride, as if saying, "My son is one of them."

Wang Xiulian wore a dark red woolen coat today on purpose.

Her hair was also tied up, making her look exceptionally energetic.

As she straightened Lin Que's collar, she whispered a few words of advice:

"Xiao Que, when you enter the inner area later, be sure to greet the leaders and teachers."

Especially that Editor Xu, he sent you a special text message, that shows he thinks highly of us, we can't be rude.

"Mom, this tie is so tight I can hardly breathe."

Lin Que helplessly tugged at the dark blue tie around his neck.

"Don't move! This is a formal occasion, be serious!"

Wang Xiulian slapped his hand away, took two steps back, and looked him over with satisfaction.

"Yeah, pretty handsome!"

Lin Que sighed inwardly.

His gaze went past his mother's shoulder and landed on the tightly closed glass door of the library.

Behind that door, beneath the seemingly warm flowers and applause, he sensed an unfriendly atmosphere.

That's the smell of a shotgun being cocked.