Wu Di stared wide-eyed at the report card.
"149 in Chinese? 59 in composition? Are you even human? Did you bewitch the examiner?"
Lin Que was catching up on sleep, lying on the table.
Waking up to Wu Di's loud voice, I rubbed my eyes impatiently.
"How many?"
"149! First in the whole school! Only one point was lost on the essay!"
Wu Di excitedly slapped the report card on his face.
"Let me see your masterpiece! What did you write? Is it a love letter to Professor Jian Shen?"
Zhang Ya, sitting in the front row, was deathly pale.
She was clutching her exam paper in her hand.
In the essay section, the bright red score of 52 stood out starkly.
Although it was also a high score, it was completely crushed by 59 points.
She turned her head defiantly and stared intently at Lin Que:
"Lin Que, what exactly did you write?"
Lin Que yawned, took the report card off his face, and casually stuffed it into his desk drawer.
"It's nothing."
His gaze was somewhat unfocused, as if he had returned to that afternoon when he was writing the letter.
"I just... let my family know I'm safe."
"Let me know you're safe?"
Zhang Ya was stunned.
"You're writing a letter home as an assigned essay topic? You think I'd believe that?"
Just then, Shen Qingqiu walked into the classroom.
She was holding a thick stack of photocopies.
The classroom fell silent instantly.
Shen Qingqiu's gaze swept across the entire class.
Finally, I took a deep look at the student who had just started sitting down.
The scrutiny and suspicion that had been there before were gone from those eyes.
Instead, there is a near-equal level of respect.
"We won't go over the test paper in this lesson."
Shen Qingqiu's voice was somewhat low, yet it carried a powerful quality.
"Let's read a sample essay."
She distributed the photocopies she had.
"This is Lin Que's essay, 'A Reply to Heaven'."
"I hope everyone will remain quiet while reading. If you feel like crying..."
Shen Qingqiu paused, her gaze softening as she looked at the students below the podium.
"Then cry it out. Tears can sometimes be a source of strength."
The exam papers were distributed to everyone.
Zhang Ya snatched the photocopy, gritting her teeth.
Their gaze fell upon the paper as if judging it.
She wanted to find flaws; she wanted to find the unreasonable aspects of that 59 points.
However, I only read two lines.
[Dad, Mom.]
By the time you see this sentence, I will already be dead.
Zhang Ya's fingers trembled slightly.
She wanted to laugh at the unlucky start, but her throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton.
She continued reading.
In this world, tears are the heaviest rain. Every time you cry, a torrential downpour will fall here…
Zhang Ya's vision blurred.
Her proud skill
Compared to these simple, almost descriptive words, they seem so pale and powerless.
She recalled her flowery letter to the future.
That was written to get points.
And Lin Que's piece...
It was written to pour my heart out.
Three minutes later.
Wu Di's sniffling broke the silence:
"Waaah... Brother Que, you died so tragically... No, you wrote it too tragically..."
Five minutes later.
The entire classroom was filled with suppressed sobs.
Looking at Shen Qingqiu on the podium, whose eyes were slightly red, he sighed helplessly.
He just wanted to say goodbye to his parents from his previous life.
How did we accidentally create another big news story?
The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.
After tidying up her lesson plans, Shen Qingqiu deliberately took a detour past Lin Que's desk.
"Lin Que, come to my office."
Wu Di and his classmates were instantly aroused by the gossip.
Many people cast concerned (spectator) glances at the scene.
Lin Que responded with an "oh".
He knew he couldn't avoid this trap.
This teacher, Ms. Bing, is clearly suffering from the aftereffects of being "depressed" by this essay and is ready to get to the bottom of it.
A mischievous sense of anticipation, however, arose in his heart.
Okay.
Let's talk.
I'm just afraid of you, teacher...
After the conversation, I was even more confused.
...
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