"It's nothing, I just heard that your No. 1 High School has produced a student who's become an internet celebrity."

Liu Yi's tone was somewhat sarcastic.

"Did he come this time too?"

Shen Qingqiu immediately understood what he meant.

"Teacher Liu, the spots for our school in the competition were all selected through a formal process..."

"I know, I know."

Liu Yi interrupted her and quickly began to explain.

"I didn't mean anything by it, I just saw that kid online last time."

I think this child is quite intelligent and I'd like to meet him.

His gaze fell on Lin Que.

"Is he Lin Que, the author of 'Fireflies'?"

I wonder how he's going to try and elicit tears from the judges this time in the finals?

The moment those words were spoken, the air inside the car froze.

Zhao Zichen slammed the book shut, his face flushed, and abruptly turned to look out the window.

Although he looked down on Lin Que's "unorthodox methods".

But Liu Yi's words undoubtedly belittled the entire Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School.

Zhang Ya was so angry that she was trembling all over.

Lin Que himself didn't react much, and even chuckled softly.

He didn't look at Liu Yi outside the window, but turned his head to the side.

His gaze fell with interest on Shen Qingqiu's tense back in front of him.

That look seemed to say:

"Teacher, it's your turn to perform."

Shen Qingqiu's expression visibly turned cold.

She looked at Liu Yi:

"Teacher Liu is joking."

The hall of literature is a place where a hundred flowers bloom.

If all you know how to grow in your garden is cabbage, then don't be surprised if other people's roses have thorns.

And don't mistake the fragrance of roses for the sour smell of rotten cabbage.

Liu Yi's smile froze.

He never expected that Shen Qingqiu, who was usually aloof and arrogant, would have such a sharp tongue.

"Teacher Shen, what is this...?"

"Our students at No. 1 High School have the courage to tear open a wound, and they also know the gentleness to stitch it up."

Shen Qingqiu did not give him a chance to refute.

"No need for Teacher Liu to worry about it."

After saying that, she rolled up the car window, blocking out Liu Yi's face, which had turned from red to pale.

The car was completely silent.

Zhao Zichen watched Shen Qingqiu's retreating figure.

For the first time, his eyes revealed genuine admiration.

Zhang Ya also quietly loosened her clenched fist.

Shen Qingqiu leaned back in her chair.

He took a deep breath, his chest still rising and falling slightly.

She instantly understood why she was so excited.

That flippant "playing the victim"

It's not just an insult to a student,

It is even more of a desecration of the profound sincerity she had personally experienced in that essay.

What she found even more absurd was that

She was actually defending a style that she had recently criticized as extreme and dangerous.

This contradiction made her feel a tightness in her chest.

Mixed with annoyance, and... a pride that even she herself was unwilling to admit.

Just then, an untimely phone notification sound rang out.

She took out her phone to try and distract herself.

A push notification appeared prominently at the top of the screen.

[The author you follow, "Hell Dream Weaver," has updated "Human World is Like Hell"!]

Shen Qingqiu felt as if her heart had been squeezed.

Another update?

Reason ultimately failed to overcome the impulse mixed with fear and curiosity.

After a moment's hesitation,

Her fingertip still lightly tapped the screen.

The novel's homepage loads.

The title of the latest chapter, like a line of words written in blood, was branded fiercely on her retina.

The Ghost Doctor (Part 2)

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