The boy's clear voice echoed in the empty hall.
Professor Sun asked, "What kind of pioneers do we need?"
"I think the person who dares to tear open the wound is a warrior."
But the one who was willing to sit by the bedside, even with his hands covered in blood.
You also have to stitch up the wound stitch by stitch, telling the patient that they will get better...
Lin Que paused for a moment, then smiled.
"He is a saint."
"Without the former, we cannot see the pain."
Without the latter, we wouldn't be able to live through the pain.
"So, Uncle, you're forcing me to choose between doctors and nurses, saying who's greater..."
Isn't this... a little childish?
"Snap!"
I don't know who pressed the shutter first.
Immediately afterwards, flashes of light went off like a storm.
It almost drowned out Zhou Yang's face, which was alternating between pale and flushed.
Wang De'an's mouth dropped open.
Looking at the eloquent young man in front of me, I got goosebumps all over.
Absolutely amazing!
That answer was absolutely brilliant!
Not only did he avoid the trap, but he also used a brilliant metaphor...
This elevates the concepts of "dream weaver" and "insightful vision" from opposites to complementary ones!
This acknowledges the dream weaver's courage (without offending the fans on that side).
This greatly enhanced Jian Shen's compassion (and protected the home ground here).
More importantly, his last comment, "childish,"
It was a resounding slap in the face to those so-called "commentators" who tried to stir up conflict!
Shen Qingqiu stood to the side, looking at Lin Que's tall and straight back, her eyes somewhat dazed.
She remembered that day in the office.
The boy said, "You don't understand hope."
Now it seems he probably understood better than anyone else.
Zhou Yang's hand holding the microphone was trembling slightly.
He never dreamed that...
I, a seasoned veteran in the journalism industry for over a decade, was taught a lesson by a high school student.
He was still unwilling to give up and gritted his teeth, wanting to fight back:
"But...but many readers feel that the story of 'The Reliever' is too unrealistic; there aren't that many stories in real life..."
Is it fake?
Lin Que interrupted him.
He raised his hand and pointed to the long, winding queue in the square downstairs.
Through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see ordinary people holding envelopes with expectant smiles on their faces.
"Uncle, please look down."
"Among those people queuing up were food delivery workers, street sweepers, and students."
They each have their own troubles and struggle in life.
"If 'The Miracles of Namiya General Store' is fake, then why are they here?"
They came because they believed.
There are truly people in this world who are willing to listen, and there are truly people willing to extend kindness.
Lin Que turned around, no longer looking at Zhou Yang.
Instead, he spoke softly to all the cameras.
"Grandpa Namiya in the book might be a fake."
But today, everyone standing here,
The desire to be a person who solves problems is real!
"As long as this sentiment is genuine, then this bowl of so-called chicken soup in your mouths is a life-saving medicine!"
Whoosh—!
I don't know who started it, but thunderous applause erupted.
First it was Wang De'an, then Shen Qingqiu.
Next were the surrounding staff.
Finally, even those reporters who initially came with a "let's watch the show" mentality...
They couldn't help but applaud.
The applause was thunderous and prolonged, even drowning out the noise outside.
Zhou Yang stood in the center of the crowd, his face ashen.
He knew that today's mission had been a complete disaster.
Not only did he smash it, he also became the biggest villain in the whole show.
Lin Que bowed slightly amidst the applause, behaving humbly and appropriately.
Only Shen Qingqiu, who was closest to him
I heard him mutter very softly as he lowered his head.
"I'm exhausted... Can I finally hand in my work?"
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