When her gaze fell on the bold, black text in the very center of the document,
[Notice Regarding the Admission of Lin Que as an Honorary Member of the Jiangsu Provincial Writers Association]
Shen Qingqiu's fingers, which were holding the paper, froze.
She squinted, as if she hadn't seen the words clearly.
He brought the paper closer, then moved it further away.
She checked it three times before slowly raising her head, her eyes somewhat unfocused.
Below is a bright red official seal, and Gu Changfeng's flamboyant signature.
That's right.
Jiangsu Provincial Writers Association.
Honorary member.
Lin Que.
These words together,
The impact on her, a Chinese language teacher, was no less than a collision between Mars and Earth.
How high are the requirements for joining a provincial writers' association?
Two representative works, recommendations from three board members, and rigorous political vetting and evaluation.
That's a hurdle that many writers might struggle to overcome even after working themselves to the bone.
As for "honorary members"
That's usually given to retired department heads who are willing to write something.
Or it could be a retirement home prepared by a nationally renowned expert.
As for a high school student?
A high school student who just gave the editor-in-chief a thorough dressing-down on a forum?
Not only was he not punished, but he also became an honorary member of the provincial writers' association?
This is hardly a punishment!
This is clearly a talisman! It's the highest level of recognition from the entire literary world of Jiangsu Province!
"This...this..."
Shen Qingqiu's hand holding the document began to tremble violently. She looked up.
He stared blankly at Lin Que.
"This is what you call... punishment?"
"yes."
Lin Que sighed innocently.
"Chairman Liang said that in order to make me 'cautious in my words and deeds' in the future, he specially put this tight headband on me."
They said that if anyone dared to speak recklessly again, they would be disgracing the Writers' Association.
"Can you imagine how much pressure that is?"
Shen Qingqiu: "..."
She looked at the boy in front of her who was acting innocent even though he had gotten the better deal.
I felt a surge of blood and qi in my chest.
If this is considered a golden headband, then countless writers across the province would cry and beg to wear it but still can't!
"Lin Que".
Shen Qingqiu took a deep breath, trying to calm her wildly beating heart.
Carefully stuff the document back into the envelope, then solemnly hand it back to him.
"Keep it safe. Make sure you keep it safe."
Her tone was more serious than ever before, even carrying a hint of awe.
"With this, no one in Jiangsu Province's literary circles will dare to bring up your qualifications anymore."
Fang Zhenyun... when he sees you again,
"I'm afraid everyone should call him Teacher Lin now."
Lin Que took the envelope, casually put it in his pocket, and smiled.
"Teacher, you're too kind."
I'm just a student writing essays, I don't care about teachers or anything like that.
This thing is just a badge that lets me stand up straight when I'm fighting for food in the cafeteria.
Shen Qingqiu looked at his nonchalant demeanor.
My feelings were extremely complicated.
She suddenly realized that she really couldn't understand this student anymore.
He's like a bottomless well; you think you've seen the bottom, but...
You throw a stone down, but you don't even hear an echo.
"Alright, it's late, go upstairs and get some rest."
Shen Qingqiu rubbed her throbbing temples.
She felt that everything she experienced tonight was more exciting than the ten years she had taught.
"I have to rush back to Jiangcheng early tomorrow morning."
"Don't tell the classmates about this for now, to avoid causing unnecessary trouble."
"I understand, it's about keeping a low profile."
Lin Que gave an "OK" sign.
The two entered the elevator.
Looking at the reflection in the elevator door,
Shen Qingqiu suddenly felt that the boy beside her...
It seems to have grown up overnight, becoming a large tree capable of withstanding wind and rain on its own.
And what she, as a teacher, can do
It seemed that only those behind him remained.
They clapped silently.
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