"Brother Que!"

Wu Di, not to be outdone, grabbed Lin Que's arm.

"You're the big shot who wrote 'The Man Waiting to Die'!"

Isn't that old crow just like Old Xu? You should be on our side, right?

"Yeah, Lin Que, whose side are you on?"

"Should we support the realists or the healers?"

Lin Que hadn't swallowed the bun in his mouth yet.

Caught between these two groups, I felt like a civilian who had mistakenly wandered into a battlefield.

Before he could even speak, the back door of the classroom...

A tall, slender figure appeared silently.

Shen Qingqiu was wearing a beige down jacket and holding a lesson plan in her hand.

The noise during morning reading class is outrageous; it's simply lawless.

She had intended to go in and vent her anger, but when she heard that question, she stopped in her tracks.

Through the glass of the back door, she looked at the boy sitting by the window.

The student who wrote "Evil Spirits on Earth", the boy who said on stage "Everything has cracks".

She was also very curious.

In this war of despair and hope,

Which side will this seemingly lazy but actually insightful student ultimately stand on?

The classroom fell silent.

Everyone was waiting for Lin Que's answer.

Lin Que swallowed the last bite of the steamed bun and slowly wiped his mouth.

He glanced at Wu Di, who was filled with righteous indignation, on his left, and then at Zhang Ya, who looked arrogant on his right.

Then, he leaned back in his chair.

He put his hands behind his head and smiled lazily.

"What's the point of choosing?"

The boy's voice was soft and languid.

"I need to eat during the day and sleep at night."

During the day, I need to see Shen tell me that the world is beautiful.

Tonight I need a dream weaver to tell me there might be a ghost under my bed.

That way I wouldn't dare stick my feet out of the blanket.

He blinked, looking completely matter-of-fact.

"Only children make choices. My choice is... I want them all!"

The entire room fell silent for a second.

Immediately afterwards—

"cut--!!"

The unified chorus of boos nearly blew the roof off.

"Lin Que, you slippery little devil!"

"A fence-sitter!"

"Master of impartiality!"

The tense atmosphere was instantly deflated by his witty remark.

Although everyone was still cursing, the anger on their faces had subsided considerably.

Some people couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Alright, alright, let's all go."

Lin Que waved his hand, as if shooing away flies.

"When the Demon Lord Shen arrives, you will all be sacrificed."

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a chill run down his spine.

"cough."

A clear, cold cough came from the back door.

The air in the classroom seemed to freeze instantly.

The once noisy crowd seemed to have been paused, and each person stiffly turned their neck.

Shen Qingqiu pushed open the door and walked onto the podium in her high heels.

Her face betrayed no emotion, only a cool gaze sweeping over the entire class.

"Teacher Shen... Shen..."

Wu Di was so frightened that he stuffed the snotty tissue into his mouth, then quickly spat it out.

"Wonderful."

Shen Qingqiu threw the lesson plan onto the podium with a crisp "thud".

"That was truly wonderful. Morning reading time is for you to memorize classical poems and prose, not for you to engage in literary criticism."

It seems everyone here has a high level of proficiency in Chinese language.

"How about I give you the podium and we have a debate?"

The whole class fell silent, each one shrinking back like a quail.

“If I see anyone playing on their phone or reading magazines during morning reading time again, I’ll make them come to my office and have a private talk with me about the Ferryman.”

Shen Qingqiu's gaze finally landed on Lin Que in the corner.

Lin Que quickly sat up straight.

That "I'm a good student" expression on his face was more convincing than anyone else's.

Shen Qingqiu looked at him.

Which is more important, the light or the lock?

This kid is greedy, but also insightful.

"Okay, take the book out."

Shen Qingqiu tapped the blackboard.

"Attend class."

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