"What the heck... the grand prize? That means it's even higher than the first prize?"
"Of course! There are already eight first prizes, but only one this time!"
"Who is Lin Que? I've never heard of him before?"
"No, why is Professor Kenshin giving such a high evaluation?"
"The only grand prize? My God! I can't even imagine how prestigious that is..."
...
The air seemed to freeze in the seats of Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School.
Zhang Ya was still clutching the third-prize certificate in her hand.
His mouth was slightly open, and he stared blankly at the big screen.
One second she was feeling sorry for Lin Que's failure to pass the exam,
There was even a hint of secret relief.
I feel like I haven't fallen too far behind.
The next second, reality slapped her hard in the face.
Special Prize.
only.
These two phrases together,
It made her third prize seem like a consolation prize.
Zhao Zichen wasn't much better off.
He just won first prize.
He was basking in the joy of "bringing glory to his ancestors," and his back was ramrod straight.
At this moment, it was as if that straight spine had been removed.
He leaned back in his chair, his hand trembling as he pushed up his glasses.
He remembered last night,
Lin Que's casual remark, "Perhaps next to zero is a perfect score," is a perfect example.
Turns out, this guy wasn't trying to comfort people.
The most impressive performance came from Liu Yi of the neighboring experimental middle school.
This teacher, Ms. Liu, was just sitting with her legs crossed.
With a knowing smile on his face, he was ready to laugh at Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School.
Now, that leg, which had been sticking out, was frozen in mid-air.
Letting go is one problem, not letting go is another.
Grand Prize?
The article that received a zero score actually won the grand prize?
How is that possible?
Has the Education Department gone mad? Has the Writers' Association gone mad?
Shen Qingqiu sat there, her hands gripping the edge of her handbag tightly.
My eyes welled up with tears, I don't know when.
It's not that I feel wronged, it's that I feel relieved.
That was so satisfying!
Liu Yi's sarcastic remarks just now, and the strange looks from the surrounding colleagues,
At this moment, it all became a joke.
She wanted to laugh, but also wanted to cry.
Finally, he forced himself to hold back and put on a calm expression that said, "Just as I expected."
Even though her heart was pounding like a drum.
"Lin Que..."
Shen Qingqiu turned her head, her voice trembling slightly.
"Don't sleep."
At this moment, the protagonist is huddled in the chair.
The collar of his school uniform jacket was turned up, obscuring half of his face.
His eyes were half-closed, as if he were lost in thought.
Upon hearing Shen Qingqiu's summons,
Lin Que slowly opened his eyes and yawned.
He reached into his pocket and rummaged around for a while before pulling out a mint, unwrapping it, and popping it into his mouth.
"oh."
He gave a vague reply.
"Is it over? Can we go eat now?"
Shen Qingqiu almost laughed out of anger, and slapped his arm:
"Forget about food! Go up on stage! Receive your award! The Grand Prize!"
"The grand prize?"
Lin Que chewed the candy and smacked his lips.
"It's not as interesting as the zero points that old man gave."
Despite complaining, he slowly stood up.
The zipper on the school uniform was still not zipped up properly, hanging loosely on her body.
My hair had a tuft sticking up because I had been sleeping against it.
Among a group of upright, well-dressed, and impeccably dressed top students,
He was like an ugly duckling that had wandered into a flock of swans, or rather, an ugly duckling that hadn't woken up yet.
The moment he stood there, all eyes turned to him.
Is this Lin Que?
Is this the one that Teacher Jian Shen commented on "The Wanderings of Evil Spirits"?
Why does he look like someone who just came out of an internet cafe after staying up all night?
Lin Que ignored these gazes.
He put his hands in his pockets and shuffled down the aisle.
The passageway was narrow, and Liu Yi's stiff leg was still blocking the way.
Liu Yi was still in shock, completely frozen in a daze.
His eyes were fixed on Lin Que.
His lips trembled as he tried to say something, but no sound came out.
Lin Que stopped, his eyelids drooping.
Looking down at the teacher who had been sarcastic and sarcastic not long ago.
He showed no sarcasm, no anger, and didn't even look Liu Yi in the eye.
"teacher."
Lin Que spoke lazily.
"Excuse me, your legs are blocking the light."
Liu Yi recoiled as if he had been burned.
Lin Que didn't look at it again.
He stepped across the area and walked towards the podium.
His back was thin, and his steps were unsteady.
Yet he exuded an aura of overwhelming force, as if a thousand troops would flee before the white-robed figure.
As Shen Qingqiu watched that figure from behind, the corners of her mouth finally couldn't help but turn up in a smile.
She turned to look at Liu Yi, who looked pale and sickly, and gently patted off non-existent dust from her skirt.
"Teacher Liu, it seems that the rumor of 'zero points' is not true."
Liu Yi opened his mouth, but it felt like he had a fishbone stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.
He stiffly pulled his leg back, his gaze darting nervously elsewhere.
I dare not meet the gaze of anyone around me.
At this moment, Lin Que had already walked down from the stage.
The host was so excited that his voice cracked:
Let's give them the warmest applause!
Welcome to the winner of the inaugural "Relief Cup" Grand Prize
—Lin Que!
Thunderous applause erupted.
Lin Que walked up the steps on the red carpet.
The spotlight shone on him, and it was a little blinding.
He glanced at the weight of the trophy and pondered in his mind:
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