The true intentions are revealed when the map is unrolled.
The first question immediately put Lin Que in a very difficult position.
The surrounding noise instantly fell silent.
All the reporters pricked up their ears and pointed their cameras at the boy.
Wang De'an's face turned deathly pale instantly, and he hurriedly stepped forward to stop him:
"This reporter, today is a book launch, please don't ask irrelevant questions..."
"How can it be irrelevant?"
Zhou Yang raised his voice, interrupting Wang De'an.
"As a student representative, Lin Que's views perfectly represent the true thoughts of the younger generation of readers."
Editor-in-Chief Wang, are you afraid of hearing any dissenting opinions?
With such a serious accusation leveled against him, it would seem insincere for Wang De'an to try to stop it.
Shen Qingqiu stepped forward, blocking Lin Que's path, and said coldly:
"He's just a child, this kind of academic debate..."
"teacher."
A hand gently rested on Shen Qingqiu's shoulder.
Lin Que stepped out from behind Shen Qingqiu.
The languid sleepiness on his face had vanished without him noticing.
He looked at the aggressive Zhou Yang in front of him and gave a slightly shy smile that suited his age.
"Uncle reporter, your question is a bit long, let me sort it out."
Lin Que scratched his head, looking harmless.
"You mean, Professor Sun thinks that writing about darkness is more sophisticated and avant-garde than writing about warmth, right?"
A glint of shrewdness flashed in Zhou Yang's eyes as he coaxed:
"That's one way to understand it. After all, it's easy to gloss over a problem, but it's very difficult to confront the dripping blood."
Young people today probably prefer authentic, exciting, and unpretentious writing, like "Human World is Like Prison," right?
The pit has been dug.
As long as Lin Que nods, or shows even the slightest appreciation for "Human World is Like Prison",
Tomorrow's report will become
—Student representatives praise the dream weaver, while the Namiya General Store is accused of whitewashing the truth.
Lin Que's parents stood on the perimeter.
Completely oblivious to the intricacies of the conversation, they were still happily taking pictures.
Shen Qingqiu's palms were already sweaty.
She was about to forcefully interrupt when she heard Lin Que speak.
"Uncle, have you ever been sick?"
Lin Que suddenly asked a completely unrelated question.
Zhou Yang was taken aback:
"What?"
"It's that kind of painful disease that requires surgery to remove the rotten flesh."
Lin Que gestured, his expression remaining sincere.
"What does this have to do with my question?"
Zhou Yang frowned.
"Of course they are related."
Lin Que suppressed his smile and looked calmly at Zhou Yang.
"The scalpel of the Hell Dream Weaver is fast and sharp."
He popped the boils in this world and cracked its bones.
We saw the rotten flesh and black blood inside.
This was really cool, exhilarating, and real.
Zhou Yang was overjoyed.
He said it! He said it!
He admitted that the dream weaver was more authentic!
The shutter clicked incessantly.
However, Lin Que did not stop talking.
He turned his head and glanced at the huge poster for "The Miracles of the Namiya General Store" behind him.
Looking at the kind old man holding the envelope, his eyes became somewhat profound.
"But, Uncle."
"If doctors are only responsible for cutting open the abdomen, tearing open the wound, and showing it to everyone..."
Then, he threw down the scalpel and left.
What about the patient?
The entire room fell silent.
Zhou Yang's smile froze.
Lin Que turned around, looked directly into Zhou Yang's eyes, and approached him step by step.
"The wound has been torn open and needs to be stitched up."
"The bleeding has started and needs to be stopped."
"After people have seen hell clearly, they need someone to tell them about it."
Even in hell, one can still look up at the stars.
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