"Wow, Ya Ya, you're amazing! Third prize!"
"I knew it! Only articles with positive energy like this can win awards!"
Zhang Ya smiled reservedly, her gaze sweeping over Lin Que once more.
The head of student affairs patted Zhang Ya on the shoulder kindly.
Then he continued:
"In addition, Lin Que, a student in our class, also won an award for excellence."
Well, even though it's just an award of excellence, it's still a form of encouragement.
We hope that Lin Que will continue his efforts and learn from Zhang Ya.
Write more positive and uplifting things.
As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of suppressed laughter erupted in the class.
"Pfft, an award of excellence? Isn't that just a participation award?"
"I told you his attention-grabbing stuff was no good, right? Now he's finally shown his true colors."
The girls around Zhang Ya made no attempt to hide their voices:
"Oh dear, please don't say that about Lin Que."
Getting an award for excellence is already pretty good; participation is what matters most.
Unlike our Ya Ya, who can easily win third prize with just a casual piece of writing, there's a real difference between people.
Zhang Ya said "Don't say that," but she couldn't hide the smugness on her face.
"The first prize is vacant? The requirements for this competition are too high."
Some students in the back row were whispering among themselves.
Wu Di heard this, and it seemed he wanted to get revenge for Lin Que.
He shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Since there was no first prize, is it possible that... Brother Que's piece was so well-written that the judges were hesitant to award it, which is why it was left vacant?"
Upon hearing this, the whole class fell silent for a moment, then burst into laughter.
The girl next to Zhang Ya laughed the loudest:
"Wu Di, are you awake yet? That piece of his is poisonous."
The judges were being lenient by not giving him zero points, let alone first prize! Dream on!
Zhang Ya's face turned blue and red in patches.
She heard Wu Di's words and even thought about it for a moment, but quickly shook her head and denied it.
Faced with this undisguised mockery,
Lin Que's reaction surprised everyone.
He didn't even look up.
He simply changed to a more comfortable position and lay face down on the table.
This attitude, on the contrary, left Zhang Ya with nowhere to place her prepared sense of superiority.
Her carefully crafted atmosphere of victory was like punching cotton.
The feeling of being stuck in the middle made her feel tightness in her chest.
Shen Qingqiu stood at the back of the classroom, taking in everything.
She felt a mix of emotions.
This result was within her expectations, yet it still left her feeling inexplicably disappointed and resentful.
But when she saw Lin Que's nonchalant attitude, she felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
He seems genuinely indifferent.
His world seems to operate on a different track than others.
Just then,
Lin Que's phone, which was tucked under the table, vibrated slightly.
He glanced at it discreetly.
It was a text message from an unfamiliar number.
Hello, Lin Que. I am Li Yuanchao from the Writers Association.
Unfortunately, your novel "Firefly" received an unfair evaluation due to various factors.
But I must tell you, those are the most impactful words I've read in the last decade.
Please be sure to stick to your own style and don't be bound by those outdated rules.
Your talent should not be buried.
Lin Que looked at the text message and a silent smile appeared on his lips.
Suppression by the chairman of the Writers' Association, and praise from university professors.
The ridicule of classmates, the affirmation of a literary giant.
interesting.
He was just about to put his phone away when the screen lit up again.
This time, it was a new email notification from the "Insight" dedicated email address.
From: Xu Lan.
[Dear Professor Jian Shen, I apologize for bothering you. With the editor's special approval, your first round of royalties, totaling 63,000 yuan, has just been deposited into the account you provided. Please check your account.]
In addition, an electronic version of the contract has been sent as an attachment for your review.
We've already started typesetting and are incredibly excited for the day "The Miracles of the Namiya General Store" meets its readers!
Almost at the same time, another bank text message popped up.
[Your account ending in 3101 received 63,000 Huaxia Coins at 10:15 AM on October 26, 2035.]
Sixty-three thousand.
The fee was only for the opening chapter of "The Miracles of the Namiya General Store," which was 21,000 words long.
He recalled his past life when he was just a junior screenwriter.
I've stayed up countless nights working on a short drama outline of 300 words...
Regaining his composure, Lin Que slowly shifted his gaze from the text message indicating that the payment had been received.
He looked up and met Zhang Ya's gaze, which was full of contempt and superiority.
She waved the third-prize certificate in her hand.
He silently mouthed two words to him.
"Rubbish."
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