Who are you?

Lin Que ignored him, but patted Zhao Zichen on the shoulder and said earnestly:

"They're right, this book really shouldn't be memorized."

After all, for some people, the wisdom of the ancients is too heavy.

Their brains are so small, they're full just from having a sense of superiority.

There's no room left for "Guanzi of Classical Prose" (古文观止).

Zhao Zichen was stunned.

The bespectacled man's face instantly darkened:

Who are you calling a small-brained person?

"Whoever responds, I'll talk about them."

Lin Que spread his hands with an innocent expression.

He turned around and glanced at the students.

"Jinling Normal University Affiliated High School, right? It's a prestigious school, I've heard so much about it."

Lin Que slowly walked up to the man with glasses.

Although he was half a head shorter than his opponent, he completely overwhelmed him in terms of presence.

"We just have to say that prestigious schools are different; they really excel at holistic education."

They not only teach the textbook, but also how to live off a sense of superiority.

Running up to others and defecating indiscriminately to show off their presence.

Is this the literary skill you're so proud of?

It just seems like this kind of refinement takes a lot of effort.

"you!"

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses was speechless after being rebuked.

"We're just telling the truth! Rote memorization is an outdated learning method!"

"behind?"

Lin Que chuckled.

"Five thousand years of writing, and you call it backward?"

Which Chinese character you utter isn't passed down from your ancestors?

"Eating from the bowl and then cursing your mother—that's called forgetting your roots!"

"We'll see."

Lin Que pointed to the book in Zhao Zichen's hand.

"He recites the texts so that they can be passed down."

You laugh at him to show off.

One is seeking knowledge, the other is pretending to be ignorant.

The difference in quality is obvious; is there even a need for comparison?

These words, a combination of rebuttal and attack, left the group from Jinling High School speechless.

Among the students watching the play, some couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Zhao Zichen stared blankly at Lin Que, who was blocking his way.

He had always thought Lin Que was a scoundrel who only knew how to write dark and gloomy things and was good at opportunism.

He was an oddball who couldn't even wear his school uniform properly.

But at this moment,

This oddball acted like a wall, shielding him from all the ridicule.

"Oh! You...you're also from Jiangcheng No.1 High School?"

The bespectacled man gritted his teeth.

"Sharp tongue and quick wit. I hope that in the exam hall, your pen will be as sharp as your tongue."

"rest assured."

Lin Que patted his chest.

"I am the one who can quell any dissent."

"Good! Very good!"

The bespectacled man was furious and was about to step forward to argue.

"What are you doing?"

A cold voice interrupted.

After checking in, Shen Qingqiu came over with her suitcase.

Her high heels clicked crisply on the marble floor.

Her gaze was sharp as a knife, coldly sweeping over the students of Jinling Middle School before finally settling on Lin Que.

"Lin Que, you've caused trouble again?"

Although it appears to be a reprimand

But she stood silently in front of Lin Que and Zhao Zichen, protecting the three of them behind her.

When the bespectacled man saw the teacher arrive, his arrogance immediately diminished by half.

But he still muttered defiantly:

"Teacher, they started it first..."

"What is it?"

Shen Qingqiu interrupted him directly.

"This is a public place. What kind of behavior is it to make a scene like this?"

Didn't your teachers teach you that a writer's pen is for writing, not for pointing fingers and giving orders?

She turned to look at the school badges on the students' chests, her tone indifferent:

"The High School Affiliated to the Normal University?"

If this is how hosts treat their guests, then we, Jiangcheng No. 1 High School, have learned our lesson.

After saying that, she didn't give the other person a chance to explain and shoved the room key into Lin Que's arms.

"Take your room key and go upstairs."

The competition is tomorrow; instead of wasting time arguing, you should go back and get some more sleep.

Lin Que took the room key and made a face at the bespectacled man.

Then, pulling the still-dazed Zhao Zichen and Zhang Ya along, they swaggered towards the elevator.

The elevator doors slowly closed, blocking the view from the outside.

In the cramped space, Zhao Zichen clutched the book tightly.

He lowered his head and remained silent for a long time.

Until the elevator reaches the floor,

He suddenly spoke, his voice soft but clear.

"Lin Que...thank you."

Lin Que paused, glanced back at him, and casually waved his hand:

"Don't misunderstand, I'm not trying to help you."

I just can't stand those bastards. They're clearly raised on rice, but they act like they've eaten gold nuggets.

Zhao Zichen watched his retreating figure, then adjusted his glasses.

For the first time, a genuine smile appeared on his lips.

This guy isn't so bad after all.

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