The revolving doors in the lobby of the Zijin Mountain Villa Hotel slowly turned.
Keep the biting winter winds of Nanjing out of the door.
It was nearly midnight, and the lobby was empty.
Only the front desk staff were trying to stay alert.
Shen Qingqiu couldn't sit still at all; she paced back and forth on the marble-tiled floor by the door.
The sound of high heels clicking on the floor was particularly clear and agitated in the quiet hall.
She would occasionally raise her wrist to check her watch, and then glance at the dark driveway outside the hotel.
Several hours had passed since Lin Que was picked up by that black Audi.
A few hours may not seem like a long time for a casual chat over tea.
But for someone who had just publicly "ruined" the provincial writers' association's event,
According to the high school student who was then personally "taken away" by the chairman of the Writers' Association,
Every minute felt like a Damocles' sword hanging over my head.
Shen Qingqiu had already mentally rehearsed countless terrible endings.
For example, being severely criticized and educated, or being required to write a profound self-criticism.
Even being disqualified from the grand prize...
Although Chairman Gu and Chairman Liang seemed amiable and approachable
But he was a literary giant, a rule-maker.
Just as Shen Qingqiu's anxiety was about to reach a breaking point, two blinding beams of headlights pierced the night.
The familiar black Hongqi sedan slowly drove into the hotel entrance and came to a steady stop in front of the steps.
Shen Qingqiu's heart leaped into her throat, and she quickly went to meet him.
The car door opened, and Lin Que climbed out from the back seat.
He was still wearing that slightly thin school uniform, with a black down jacket over it.
With his hands in his pockets, his expression looked...
It was even easier than when I went there?
"Teacher Shen, you're still awake?"
Lin Que raised an eyebrow in surprise when he saw Shen Qingqiu.
“It’s windy outside. If you catch a cold, I, a child, will have to take care of you.”
Shen Qingqiu ignored his banter and scanned him with her gaze like an X-ray.
But then, his authoritative demeanor as a homeroom teacher immediately returned.
Stop grinning at me!
Shen Qingqiu asked in a low voice with a stern face.
"Um... Chairman Gu and Chairman Liang, they didn't give you any trouble, did they?"
The car had already driven away silently, leaving only a faint red glow from its taillights.
Lin Que shrugged and said casually as he walked into the lobby:
No.
The two elderly people were very kind; they treated me to a pot of Da Hong Pao tea.
The tea was good, but it was a bit too hot to drink.
Then we talked about life and our ideals.
They gave me some too...
Well, I guess you could call it a 'punishment'.
"punish?"
Shen Qingqiu paused, her face instantly turning pale.
It really happened!
She knew that "flipping the table" in that kind of situation would never come without a price!
"What punishment?"
Shen Qingqiu's voice was somewhat strained.
She had even started brainstorming how to help Lin Que write his appeal materials.
"Should it be a public reprimand? Or the cancellation of the award?"
Lin Que, let me tell you, no matter what it is,
Don't be afraid when you go back to school. As long as it's not a matter of principle, the school will definitely...
"It's not that serious."
Lin Que suppressed his smile and sighed.
A rare look of seriousness appeared on his face.
He slowly took it out of the inside pocket of his down jacket.
He took out an envelope and handed it over.
Chairman Gu said that my thinking was too wild and that I was prone to going astray.
To prevent me from saying anything reckless in the future, they specifically put this "tightening spell" on me, so I'd better watch myself.
Shen Qingqiu looked at the large red envelope bearing the national emblem and the words "Jiangsu Provincial Writers Association."
My heart skipped a beat.
This type of red-headed envelope,
She had only seen one situation in the education system.
That is issuing the highest-level official disciplinary document.
It's over.
Is it really a province-wide public reprimand?
Even... an industry ban?
Her fingertips instantly turned icy cold, and even breathing felt a little painful.
She took a deep breath and prepared herself mentally.
With trembling hands, I took it and pulled out the documents inside.
However,
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