Cheers and jeers rose and fell.
Everyone is eager to know what kind of amazing article this is that could get the jury to give it the green light.
Looking at those pairs of eyes glowing green, Shen Qingqiu felt a little itchy inside.
To be honest, as a Chinese language teacher,
She was the person in the whole school who most wanted to have this article posted on the bulletin board for display.
How prestigious would that be?
In the future, when I go to the city for teaching and research conferences, I'll be so confident that I can stand up straight and even break through the table.
But she can't.
"cough."
Shen Qingqiu cleared her throat, suppressing the commotion in the classroom, and a hint of helplessness appeared on her face.
"I miss it too."
"But unfortunately, no."
"Huh? Why?"
A chorus of wails erupted below.
Shen Qingqiu pointed to the two photocopies of Zhang Ya's and Li Bowen's exam papers on the podium:
"I will post Zhang Ya's and Li Bowen's articles in the study area after class, so that everyone can read and study them."
Then, she turned her gaze to Lin Que, her expression becoming exceptionally solemn.
"As for Lin Que's piece..."
"Due to the involvement of exclusive publishing rights, the organizing committee has initiated copyright protection procedures."
This manuscript was a trade secret and kept internally sealed until the complete series was officially released.
"No one except the core judging panel has the right to access the materials."
Top secret?
These two words have really whetted everyone's appetite.
How can writing an essay be classified as a state secret?
Lin Que rubbed his temples helplessly.
Is Teacher Shen trying to impress him by not being flamboyant enough?
What do you mean by "top secret"? It's nothing more than preventing plagiarism and premature leaks of ideas.
She described it like a spy movie.
"Alright, stop guessing."
Shen Qingqiu looked at Lin Que's "I want to be alone" expression, and the smile in her eyes deepened.
"Although the article is sealed away, surely the ideas behind it shouldn't be kept secret as well?"
As the only selected winner in the preliminary round, I'll talk to the students about it.
How did you manage to make the seemingly impossible path of "passing the imperial examinations" a success?
"I bet everyone is curious about how your brain works."
Dozens of eyes instantly focused on them.
Lin Que knew that he couldn't avoid this hurdle.
He stopped what he was doing, threw the pen on the table, and
He leaned back lazily, exuding a nonchalant and relaxed feeling.
"Actually, it's not that complicated."
Lin Que leaned back:
"Everyone is writing about how to be happy, so I thought about writing about what it's like when happiness goes too far."
For example, if someone is so desperate to get out of poverty that they're practically obsessed, what happens when they actually do get out of poverty? Will their brain just explode?
That's roughly the logic.
The classroom was silent for two seconds.
"That's...that's all?"
Someone muttered to themselves.
"It sounds... pretty simple, doesn't it?"
"Going crazy with joy? What kind of thinking is that?"
Everyone originally thought they would hear some profound theories or ingenious ideas,
Lin Que's answer was so simple and blunt that it was unbelievable.
"Inspiration is also a coincidence."
Lin Que smiled and made up a story off the top of his head:
"I passed by a lottery station that day and saw an old man who won five hundred dollars. He was laughing so hard that his dentures popped out."
"I was thinking, if I won ten million, wouldn't I be laughing so hard my heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys would explode?"
"So I wrote a story about a madman whose joy turned to sorrow."
"..."
Those dentures are hilarious!
Isn't this inspiration a bit too hasty?!
"alright."
Shen Qingqiu interrupted everyone's reverie by tapping the blackboard.
"Zhang Ya, Li Bowen, you two shouldn't let your guard down either."
Grade B is good, but in the following stages, it's only a passing grade.
"Lin Que, you also need to remember the confidentiality regulations."
Lin Que nodded.
"get out of class dismissed!"
The bell rang at just the right moment, like a life-saving savior.
Shen Qingqiu had just stepped out of the classroom when...
Lin Que was soon submerged in the vast ocean of people's war.
"Brother Que! I want to go stake out the lottery station too!"
"Lin Shen, can I borrow your brain when you're writing your essay?"
The noise was so loud it felt like the roof was going to be blown off.
Lin Que was just thinking about how to escape to the bathroom when he felt a jolt in his pocket.
Brief and mild.
Taking advantage of the chaos, he reached under the table and pulled out his phone.
The screen lights up.
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