It's me again?

Lin Que helplessly raised his head, revealing an obedient expression that said, "Teacher, please give me your instructions."

Have you decided on the program for the New Year's Eve party?

Shen Qingqiu asked.

Once this question was raised,

The gossip spirit of the entire class was instantly ignited, and everyone's ears perked up.

Lin Que stood up, a business-like smile on his face:

"Teacher, I've made up my mind."

"oh?"

Shen Qingqiu raised an eyebrow, clearly somewhat surprised by his efficiency.

"Tell me, what are you planning to perform?"

All eyes in the class were on Lin Que.

Wu Di frantically gave him meaningful glances from below, his lips moving silently:

"A skit! A skit!"

Zhang Ya couldn't help but turn around and glance back; she was also very curious.

This guy always manages to come up with something outrageous.

What new tricks can they come up with in terms of talent shows?

"Teacher, students."

Lin Que cleared his throat, his expression becoming serious and solemn.

"Given the recent emotional fluctuations among everyone, I have decided,"

Abandon those flamboyant song and dance performances, return to simplicity.

We're bringing you a program brimming with humanistic care and capable of touching the depths of your soul.

These words sounded very respectable, and Shen Qingqiu nodded in agreement, thinking that this kid had finally been reliable for once.

What is it?

She pressed for an answer.

Lin Que paused for a moment.

Then, in a tone as if he had just won an award, he slowly said:

"That is, poetry recitation."

"puff--"

Wu Di spat out the mouthful of soy milk he had been secretly taking a sip from under his seat.

It splashed all over the back of the student sitting in front of me.

The class was initially silent, then burst into laughter.

"A poetry recitation? Did I hear that right?"

"I thought I was holding in a big one, but it turned out I just took a huge dump."

"This is so outdated! This kind of performance style wasn't used even in the last century!"

Shen Qingqiu's face instantly darkened.

The smile that had just appeared on his lips froze in mid-air.

She felt her blood pressure soaring.

"Lin Que!"

"Teacher, I'm serious!"

Lin Que looked completely innocent.

"Didn't you say you wanted a surprise?"

The whole school thought I was going to put on some earth-shattering show.

So I went up and recited it in a very serious manner. The contrast was striking.

Isn't this the biggest surprise?

"Surprise? I think it's more of a shock!"

Shen Qingqiu was so angry that she wanted to hit him with a piece of chalk.

"No! Change it! This one is just too perfunctory!"

"No, teacher!"

Lin Que quickly waved his hand.

"Please let me finish. The poem I am reciting is not someone else's; it is one I wrote myself."

"You wrote this yourself?"

Shen Qingqiu's anger subsided slightly.

"What did you write?"

"Well..."

Lin Que smiled mysteriously.

"Keep it a secret for now."

However, I can guarantee that the effect will absolutely bring tears to your eyes.

It could move the entire school to tears, allowing them to deeply appreciate the meaning of life and the greatness of art.

Our class will definitely be the most dazzling at the party!

The principal and city leaders would surely be moved to tears by your individualized teaching approach!

This long-winded discussion,

This made Shen Qingqiu swallow back all the anger she had prepared.

She looked at Lin Que, and for a moment she couldn't tell whether the boy was joking or serious.

Tearjerker? Make the whole school cry?

Shen Qingqiu looked into Lin Que's clear yet slightly cunning eyes.

The image of "A Reply to Heaven," which had caused her to lose her composure in the office, involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

If... if he could really write a work of that caliber...

It was recited at the New Year's Eve party...

Just imagining that scene is enough to be shocking.

Shen Qingqiu remained silent for a moment, but finally gave in.

She knew this kid's temperament all too well; he responded better to gentle persuasion than force.

If pushed too far, he might actually go up and perform a live act of sleeping.

"good."

She nodded, but still added a comment as if she wasn't entirely sure.

"After the manuscript is written, you must show it to me first."

"Don't worry, teacher."

Lin Que patted his chest and assured him.

"This is definitely positive energy, even more so than the CCTV Evening News."

Having finished preparing the program, Lin Que sat down contentedly.

Poetry recitation is so good.

No need to rehearse, no need to memorize moves.

Just take the script and read it aloud when the time comes; the main point is to make it easy and convenient.

As for the content...

He already had a preliminary idea in his mind.

In a past life, there was a phenomenal animated film.

The theme song is called "Remember Me".

Every time it plays, it brings a wave of sobs to the movie theater.

That story about family, memory, and death,

Used to deal with this group of sentimental high school students,

It's like a game-changer.

Shen Qingqiu began explaining the text.

Lin Que took out his textbook, but didn't open it.

He simply wrote five words on the draft paper:

Coco

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