"Teacher Shen? What's wrong with you...?"
The Mediterranean-looking teacher next to Shen Qingqiu noticed her unusual behavior and came closer in surprise.
"Did those troublemakers from Class 3 use the same old clichés in their essays again?"
Oh dear, that's how students are these days, don't take it to heart.
Shen Qingqiu took a deep breath.
He tried to calm his turbulent emotions, but his voice was a little hoarse.
"No."
She gently pushed the exam paper, one corner of which was already soaked with tears, in front of her colleague.
“You guys… take a look at this.”
The Mediterranean-looking teacher adjusted his glasses and suspiciously took the test paper:
"Lin Que? The student who wrote about the Black Sun?"
Teacher Shen, you weren't fooled by his fancy writing style, were you?
The worst thing about this kind of assigned essay topic is that it becomes sentimental for the sake of sentimentality.
He glanced at the beginning casually.
"Wow, someone died right at the start? This student is pretty brave."
However, as the reading progressed,
The mockery on his face gradually disappeared.
He adjusted his glasses and unconsciously sat up straight.
The leg that had been shaking stopped.
Seeing this, the other teachers in the office also curiously gathered around.
Three minutes later.
The entire office fell into a deathly silence.
No one spoke.
The only sound was the occasional, suppressed gasp of a breath.
The female teacher who was just complaining that her students' essays were like plain water...
She was holding a tissue, wiping her red-rimmed eyes.
"this……"
The Mediterranean-looking teacher put down the test paper, his voice trembling slightly.
"Which student wrote this? This...is this really something a high school student could write?"
"Too...too heavy."
Another teacher sighed.
"This isn't writing an essay, it's pouring out my heart."
It made me feel so choked up; I wanted to call my mom.
"Especially that line, 'In the next life, I'll be the father.'"
My God, what has this child been through? How could he have such deep feelings?
All eyes turned to Shen Qingqiu.
Shen Qingqiu looked at the exam paper.
The image of Lin Que's face, which always carried a hint of laziness and nonchalance, came to mind.
She remembered what he said at the book signing:
"Tearing open the wound is for stitching it up."
She remembered what he had said in his office:
"Teacher, you don't understand hope."
So this is what he meant by "stitching".
He didn't use sweet words to gloss over the truth, but instead used the most cruel death to highlight the preciousness of life.
He tore his regrets apart and showed them to everyone in an almost self-destructive way.
Then tell everyone—while there's still time, go and love.
"It is Lin Que."
Shen Qingqiu said softly.
"Lin Que?!"
A gasp rippled through the office.
"Is that Lin Que, the author of 'Fireflies'?"
The Mediterranean-looking teacher looked incredulous:
"Isn't he only good at writing dark-themed works? How... how could he write something like this?"
Shen Qingqiu gave a bitter smile and looked out the window with a complicated expression.
"Perhaps we've been misjudging him all along."
"Those who can see the light in the darkness often understand the meaning of warmth better than those who stand in the sunlight."
She picked up the red pen,
At the end of that essay, a bright red number was solemnly drawn.
It's not 60 points.
It was 59 points.
"Teacher Shen, this..."
The teacher next to him was stunned.
"This article deserves full marks, so why was one point deducted?"
Shen Qingqiu looked at the score, her eyes softening considerably.
"One point was deducted because..."
She pointed to the details in the article about "eating instant noodles" and "saving up secret money."
"This child lies so convincingly."
If I didn't deduct this point, I'm afraid he would really think that death is something to joke about.
She paused, a helpless yet relieved smile playing on her lips.
"Moreover, if you give him a perfect score, this kid will be so arrogant he'll be strutting around like crazy."
Let him... be a little disappointed.
...
The results were released on Monday.
The atmosphere in the classroom of Grade 11 (3) was as lively as if it were Chinese New Year.
"Holy crap! Brother Que! You're amazing!"
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