They even wrote about the judges in the book? Really?
Wu Di looked like he was looking for gossip.
The students around them also perked up their ears.
Zhang Ya sat in the front row, and although she didn't turn around...
But he was sitting up straight, clearly eavesdropping as well.
"It's nothing."
Lin Que stuffed his schoolbag into the desk drawer and lay down on the desk.
"It's just about an old homeless man cursing. If you want to read it, wait for the school magazine to be printed and then read it yourselves."
"Tch, boring."
Wu Di pursed his lips, then lowered his voice and leaned closer mysteriously.
"By the way, Brother Que, have you seen it?"
The novel "Human World is Like Hell" has been updated!
The Dream Weaver is too arrogant! The protagonist encountered a competition, but he directly chopped off the examiner's head!
I think the book review makes sense. Do you think it's also alluding to this essay competition?
Lin Que's eyelids twitched.
"Maybe."
He gave a vague reply.
"Just a coincidence."
"What a coincidence! This is called telepathy!"
Wu Di looked on with admiration.
"I think the dream weaver must be a cynical and handsome guy, which is a perfect match for your speech on stage this time!"
"Hey, do you think I should leave a comment in the book review section saying that there's someone just as arrogant at our school?"
"Don't."
Lin Que quickly interrupted him.
"Absolutely not. You'll be giving dream engineers a bad name. Keep a low profile, understand?"
Wu Di scratched his head:
"Alright. But Brother Que, what are you planning to talk about in your speech on Monday?"
I heard that Director Fei is about to review your manuscript with a magnifying glass.
I'm afraid you'll go up there and say something weird like "greenhouse flower."
Lin Que sighed, staring at the blank A4 paper in his hand, his head throbbing.
What are we going to talk about?
What can I say?
How was the concept for "The Man Waiting to Die" conceived?
Or is it that I actually awarded myself the grand prize?
Did I just finish writing about Yang Jian killing the examiner on the bus?
If you dare say that, Director Fei will be in the ICU tomorrow.
The banner at the school gate needs to be replaced with a white-background, black-lettered funeral couplet.
"Lin Que, come out for a moment."
Shen Qingqiu's voice came from the doorway.
Lin Que resignedly stood up and walked out under the watchful eyes of the entire class.
At the end of the corridor, Shen Qingqiu leaned against the window, holding a thermos in her hand.
The wind ruffled the stray hairs by her ears, making her look much softer than usual.
"Have you written your speech?"
Shen Qingqiu got straight to the point.
"Not yet, I'm really worried about it."
Lin Que leaned on the windowsill, watching the students playing football on the playground below.
"Teacher, could you talk to the principal and ask Zhao Zichen to take over?"
He won first prize, has a great image and temperament, speaks very well, and is definitely a positive role model.
“Zhao Zichen will also speak; he’s a regular representative. You’re the special guest.”
Shen Qingqiu unscrewed the lid of the cup and took a sip of water.
"The principal said that if you don't tell him, the cost of the air conditioning this year will be deducted from your scholarship."
"..."
Lin Que ground down his back molars.
"This is way too dark."
"Alright, stop joking around."
Shen Qingqiu turned her head and looked at Lin Que.
"Lin Que, I know you don't like this kind of formalism."
But some things, since they've already been said at the provincial level, there's no harm in saying them again at the school.
"Look down."
Shen Qingqiu nodded her chin toward the view outside the window.
"These kids have lost all their sparkle."
All they care about are scores and rankings; they live like canned goods on an assembly line.
Go and smash something loud for them, to let them know.
There are other ways to live beyond the can lid.
Lin Que remained silent for a moment.
He watched the figures in school uniforms running downstairs.
That's the original state of youth, yet it's been disciplined and made to look neat and orderly.
"Alright."
Lin Que straightened up and dusted off his hands.
"Since Teacher Shen has said so, then I'll play the 'bad guy' again."
Shen Qingqiu smiled and reached out to straighten his collar.
"Don't go too far, Director Fei has a heart condition."
"rest assured."
Lin Que blinked.
"I know what I'm doing. The content will be profound and unforgettable."
Shen Qingqiu watched his departing figure.
A sudden sense of foreboding rose in my heart.
This kid's sense of "appropriate behavior" is usually different from what normal people understand.
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