The first lesson was Chinese.

When Shen Qingqiu walked into the classroom, all the students instinctively flinched.

Today, Teacher Shen had an unusually low and oppressive aura.

She slammed her lesson plan on the podium and coldly surveyed the entire class.

"I was very disappointed with the last composition class."

The whole class was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Shen Qingqiu took a deep breath:

"When grading everyone's in-class writing exercises, apart from a very few students, what kind of things did most of them write?"

It's all the same! Completely unoriginal!

I asked you to write about your fears, not to write a rambling account!

She paused, her gaze involuntarily drifting towards Lin Que's direction.

Actually, she didn't sleep well at all last night.

That piece, "Back to Back," was fine, but the real problem was that last night she impulsively clicked on a recommendation for "Human World is Like Prison" in the Writers' Association group, and out of curiosity, she clicked on it and read a few chapters.

As a result, she felt like there was a pair of eyes watching her through the crack in her closet door all night.

As a staunch materialist educator, she felt deeply ashamed of her disgraceful behavior.

"Lin Que!"

Shen Qingqiu suddenly called his name.

Lin Que stood up:

"arrive."

"Given that your last essay was very original, the school has decided to recommend you to participate in the semi-finals of the city's essay competition this time."

Saturday morning, we'll be doing on-site writing at the Municipal Cultural Palace. Get ready.

These words caused an uproar in the class.

Lin Que? Lin Que, who usually only gets passing grades on his essays, has actually been recommended to participate in the city-level competition semi-finals?

"Teacher, isn't this unfair?"

The class monitor stood up and said defiantly.

"Lin Que only got 40 points on his essay in the last monthly exam."

Shen Qingqiu gave her a cold look:

"Literary creation is not like solving a math problem; there is no standard answer. The imagination and emotional impact that Lin Que displayed in that essay are what you all lack. Sit down!"

No one dared to challenge Bingbing's imposing presence, and the class monitor could only sit down reluctantly.

Lin Que didn't care; participating in the competition was a piece of cake for him.

He was more concerned with the data on his novels.

After sitting down, he secretly glanced at his phone.

Good heavens, the servers of Hongguo Novel Network have crashed!

The app interface displays the message "Server busy, please try again later".

He tried to access the web version of the author's backend, but it was completely frozen.

Just then, Green Ivy's QQ messages started popping up like crazy.

[Green Ivy]: Master! Are you there?! Something terrible has happened!

[Green Ivy]: Your book is generating too much traffic, crashing the website server! The tech department is urgently expanding capacity!

[Green Ivy]: The editor asked me to ask you if it's possible to add another chapter tonight? The readers are going crazy on all the forums, all urging for more updates!

Lin Que looked at his phone screen, but instead of rushing to type, he slowly twirled the pen in his hand.

The server crashed?

This is the kind of treatment that only top-tier authors in my previous life received when releasing a new book.

It seems that readers in this world are even more thirsty than we imagined.

[Hell Dream Weaver]: I can add more chapters. But I have one request.

[Green Ivy]: Please tell us! We'll definitely do anything you can!

Lin Que smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Fingers tapped rapidly across the screen.

[Dream Weaver of Hell]: I want the biggest banner recommendation on the website homepage, and I'll decide the slogan.

[Green Ivy]: No problem! What kind of advertising slogan do you want?

Lin Que thought for a moment and typed out that classic line that struck fear into the hearts of all.

[Dream Weaver of Hell]: Tonight, don't look under the bed.

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