Whether it's the bewilderment of Teacher Jian Shen, who is 'unaware of the water's temperature,' or the near-roaring anger of the Dream Weaver,

I think their initial intentions weren't actually bad.

Like someone who has been locked in a dark room for a long time,

Some people might cry, and some might bang on the door.

Although the posture was not elegant, and even a bit extreme,

But their desire to go out, to seek the core of light, is upward.

Fang Zhenyun's smile froze for a moment, then quickly vanished.

It turned into a seriousness that carried a sense of oppression.

He interrupted Zhao Zichen before he could finish speaking:

“Your analogy is interesting, but the logic is flawed.”

Was banging on the door to get out, or to vent anger?

These two are fundamentally different.

If the house was demolished simply to vent emotions...

That's not seeking light, that's creating ruins.

The upward movement we advocate is constructive, not destructive.

Zhao Zichen was stunned for a moment.

He clearly hadn't expected Fang Zhenyun to react so quickly, but he still tried to argue:

"But Teacher Fang, if the door is locked, how can we get out without breaking it?"

Sometimes, gentle words cannot pierce through reality…

"This is a misconception you young people have."

Fang Zhenyun chuckled softly, his eyes filled with a condescending pity.

"Doctors treat illnesses by using a scalpel to precisely remove the disease, not by randomly hacking away with an axe."

What you call puncturing often only creates a larger wound and causes infection.

Literature is a medicine to heal the soul, not a hallucinogenic poison or a stimulant to drive one mad.

You're mistaking destruction for breakthrough, and rudeness for power—that's a fundamental mistake.

Zhao Zichen opened his mouth, but tightened his grip on the microphone.

Faced with this veteran writer's seemingly flawless, philosophical yet ultimately deceptive Tai Chi,

His theories, which he learned from books, seemed pale and powerless.

The air around him seemed to grow heavy with Fang Zhenyun's words, making it hard for him to breathe.

Finally, Zhao Zichen's eyes dimmed, and he whispered:

"Thank you, Professor Fang. I have learned a lot."

Then, looking somewhat disheveled, he sat back down.

Fang Zhenyun looked at Zhao Zichen, who had been defeated.

The smile returned to his lips, even deeper than before.

That's right.

Whether they are talented troublemakers or thoughtful top students,

Compared to the discourse system he has constructed, they are all just naive children.

Old ginger is spicier.

He felt he had completely taken control of the situation.

The gloom brought by that recording was swept away.

By refuting Zhao Zichen, he once again proved to the audience the unshakeable nature of his "authority".

Now, all we need to do is bring up that last grand prize and say a few things about it.

With this final conclusion, today's forum will be complete.

Even though this child made some surprising remarks at a press conference, he is, after all, a high school student.

As long as I personally step in and give some pointers,

Today's victory belongs entirely to "October".

Fang Zhenyun was in a great mood and looked towards the corner.

The boy in the school uniform who kept his head down playing with the mineral water bottle cap.

"Finally, let's welcome the winner of the grand prize in the first 'Relief from Worries Cup'."

Also from Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School

—Lin Que, classmate.

The spotlight slammed into the corner.

Lin Que seemed startled, and almost dropped the mineral water bottle in his hand.

He slowly stood up, tugging at the slightly wrinkled collar of his school uniform.

He wore the standard, humble smile of a good student.

Zhao Zichen stood to the side with his head down, glancing at Lin Que out of the corner of his eye.

Although he just stepped on the dream architect's foot on stage.

But he knew in his heart that it was just the instinct of scholars to belittle each other.

He was actually unsure about his deskmate, Lin Que.

This guy usually seems carefree and irresponsible, but he always manages to cause trouble at crucial moments.

Lin Que took the microphone from the staff member and tested the sound:

"Hello? Hello? Can I speak now?"

A burst of good-natured laughter erupted from the audience.

Several veteran writers shook their heads.

This child looks like he's never seen the world before.

They were probably stunned by the sheer scale of the scene.

Fang Zhenyun's smile became even more benevolent:

"Lin Que, don't be nervous."

Just think of this place as your school classroom, and everyone here is your teacher.

What are your thoughts on the debate just now, especially the extreme remarks made by the dream architect?

Speak boldly, and it's okay if you're wrong; we'll help you correct it.

This is blatant manipulation.

He was implying to Lin Que that dream architects are extreme and wrong, and that he needs us to "correct" them.

Lin Que blinked, his face earnest:

"Teacher Fang, actually..."

I think you're absolutely right!

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