Wu Di's face instantly fell:
"...Then let's forget about it."
Their conversation, neither too loud nor too soft, drifted right into Shen Qingqiu's ears as she reached the classroom door.
A demon tamer?
It's "Human World is Like Prison" again.
Shen Qingqiu's brows furrowed involuntarily.
Her feelings about the book were extremely complex.
On the one hand, she loathed the panic and darkness it spread.
on the other hand,
The scene where the ghost doesn't read poetry forced her to acknowledge the author's talent.
What troubled her even more was Lin Que.
This boy, who had just suddenly realized his mistakes in front of her and resolved to learn from Teacher Jian Shen,
Why are we discussing this kind of spiritual opium with my classmates again?
Was his remorse a few days ago all an act?
This thought made her feel very uncomfortable.
Shen Qingqiu was somewhat restless all day.
When I got home in the evening, after preparing my lessons,
She clicked on the Hongguo Novel Network as if possessed.
When she saw that glaring headline, "[Bet on the ghost, gamble for a way out]",
An ominous premonition welled up in my heart.
She couldn't resist in the end and clicked on it.
One hour later,
Shen Qingqiu leaned back in her chair, her face pale.
She felt that her worldview was being forcibly dismantled and reassembled.
this……
Is this really something a web novel author could write?
The concept of a "Ghost Tamer" is like a key.
In an instant, all the seemingly scattered terrifying events from before...
They were connected to form a complete, self-consistent, and incredibly dark world.
Its logic is terrifyingly rigorous, and its despair is profoundly piercing.
This is not simply a matter of sensationalism.
This is a grand narrative with a complete worldview!
She suddenly remembered that mysterious "sharp-witted" teacher.
I heard from a friend in the Writers' Association that...
The staff of "New Tide" tried many ways to meet him, but were all turned down.
One is a demon who depicts the human world as hell, dissecting the despair of human nature with cold words.
One is an angel who mends the imperfections of humanity, offering salvation to the world with the gentlest touch.
One is in the abyss, the other is in the clouds.
These two distinct creative spirits coexist in the world.
She picked up her phone, wanting to find someone to talk to.
After scrolling through my contacts, my finger finally landed on Professor Li Yuanchao's number.
But she ultimately didn't make the call.
...
Lin Que hummed a little tune as he returned to his new home in Xisheng Mansion.
As soon as I entered, I was greeted by a rich aroma of food.
"Xiao Que is back!"
Wang Xiulian, wearing an apron, peeked out from the spacious open kitchen.
Her face radiated a relaxation and happiness she had never felt before.
"Go wash your hands, Mom made your favorite braised pork today!"
"Okay."
Lin Jianguo was sitting on the large leather sofa in the living room.
Looking at the news playing on the ultra-thin LCD TV on the wall...
Holding a cup of hot tea in my hands.
Upon seeing Lin Que, he merely raised his eyelids and said:
"I'm back."
But those relaxed brows and the no longer tense corners of the mouth,
All of this showed that he was in a pleasant mood.
Lin Que washed his hands and sat down at the dining table.
A sumptuous dinner, bright lights, and the parents' contented smiles.
All of this made him feel incredibly at ease.
That's the meaning behind his making money.
I had just sat down at the dining table.
The phone on the table started vibrating incessantly.
He frowned and unlocked his phone.
On the screen was a series of unread messages from the editor, Green Ivy.
【Dream Weaver! Are you there? Something terrible has happened!!!】
[Please reply quickly, big boss! The sky is falling!!!]
[Link]: Writers' associations from Jiangcheng and more than a dozen other cities jointly issued: "A Proposal on Purifying the Online Literature Environment and Resisting Vulgar and Harmful Works"
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