Shen Qingqiu took a deep breath and calmed herself down.

"But Lin Que..."

"Such a good idea, it's such a waste to just read about it."

For the restless kids in the audience

Before they've even calmed down from the noise of the previous show, your story may have already ended.

I don't want it to be like a pebble thrown into the ocean.

It caused only a slight ripple before subsiding.

Lin Que was somewhat surprised.

He originally thought his theory was profound enough.

He intends to forcefully portray the character based on the depth of his soul from two lifetimes.

Unexpectedly, the first person to understand and point out the shortcomings was...

It turned out to be this usually stern and unsmiling Chinese teacher.

"So what do you mean?"

"Add something."

Shen Qingqiu pointed to the multimedia equipment next to her.

"Music is essential, and it would be best to add some background images as well."

Only a dual impact of sight and sound can amplify this emotion.

She thought for a moment and added:

"For example, photos, those things that have a sense of time, that can instantly take you back to the past."

Lin Que's eyes lit up.

He never expected that the "devil" who usually only focused on rote memorization and grammar would turn out to be so different.

They actually have such keen artistic intuition.

This suggestion was absolutely brilliant, far exceeding his expectations.

"Teacher, that's a brilliant idea!"

Lin Que gave a heartfelt thumbs up.

"Then this photo..."

"I'll think of a way."

Shen Qingqiu was decisive and efficient.

"The school archives should have many old photos from decades ago."

There are also some personal photos that the teachers have kept privately. I'll go borrow them.

"Then... I want the black and white one!"

Lin Que added.

"Ideally, it should have yellowed edges, or even be a little blurry. The more realistic, the better."

Shen Qingqiu glanced at him and instantly understood.

"no problem."

With the deal settled, Shen Qingqiu looked at Lin Que's relaxed expression.

Remembering Li Ze's earlier刁难 (diāonán, making things difficult for him), he couldn't help but add:

"Li Ze is ambitious and is also the student council president."

They value honor above all else.

Don't take it to heart, don't stoop to his level.

In Shen Qingqiu's view,

Although Lin Que was exceptionally talented, he was, after all, still a young man.

Being targeted by peers can make you feel uncomfortable.

Lin Que was packing his schoolbag when he heard this and paused.

He turned around and looked at Shen Qingqiu.

The setting sun slanted in through the window.

It added a touch of warmth to this female teacher who usually had a stern face.

"teacher."

Lin Que suddenly smiled, but his smile lacked its usual playfulness and instead contained a sense of clarity.

"Actually, you don't need to comfort me."

There are plenty of people like Li Ze in society now; I'm used to it.

He slung his schoolbag over his shoulder, walked to the door,

He stopped again and turned to look at Shen Qingqiu.

"But you, you usually look like an iceberg, and anyone who mispronounces a single word will be punished."

Lin Que leaned against the door and looked back at her.

"But many people don't know that,"

The water is warmest when icebergs melt.

Shen Qingqiu was stunned.

"You're protecting me not because you're afraid I'll cause you trouble or ruin the party."

Lin Que smiled and pointed to the manuscript in her hand.

"You also want to protect the little, innocent flames that haven't been extinguished in the hearts of us students."

Even if that little fire, sometimes it burns at a rather inopportune time.

“Sometimes, Professor Shen, you are actually more idealistic than us kids.”

After saying that, Lin Que waved his hand and strode out of the lounge.

Shen Qingqiu was left standing alone.

The setting sun stretched her shadow long.

Shen Qingqiu looked down at the manuscript paper in her hand.

After a long while, a helpless yet relieved smile gently curved the corners of his mouth.

"That little brat..."

She always thought she was guiding Lin Que, fearing he might go astray.

But now it seems that this seemingly lazy student is more clear-headed than anyone else.

She carefully tucked the manuscript paper into the lesson plan.

This time, she not only had to help him find photos,

We also need to help him build this show big enough.

Because some voices truly need to be heard by more people.

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