"See you later, Teacher Liu."
Oh, and by the way, drive carefully on your way back, don't misjudge again.
The Experimental Middle School team marched away triumphantly, leaving Liu Yi standing there.
...
Stepping out of the Olympic Sports Center, the sun was shining brightly.
In late autumn in Nanjing, the leaves of the plane trees turn golden.
When the wind blows, the ground is covered with shattered gold.
Shen Qingqiu took a deep breath of the slightly cool air.
The pent-up frustration in my chest finally dissipated.
She turned around and looked at the three students in front of her.
Zhao Zichen, First Prize.
Zhang Ya, third prize.
Lin Que, Special Prize.
This is the most glorious day in the history of Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School.
"Teacher, shall we go back to the hotel now to get our luggage?"
Zhang Ya asked, "Even though you won an award..."
But after the initial excitement, I'm still a bit tired.
Shen Qingqiu glanced at her watch; it was only 11 a.m.
She suddenly made a decision.
"Go back to which hotel?"
Shen Qingqiu waved his hand, his heroic spirit soaring to the clouds.
"Since we're already here, and autumn in Jinling is so short, wouldn't it be a waste not to take a look?"
The three students were stunned.
"Teacher, you mean..."
Zhao Zichen asked tentatively.
"Play!"
A bright smile bloomed on Shen Qingqiu's face, a radiant smile born from the relief of a heavy burden.
"We're not leaving today! Let's stay in Jinling for another day!"
Let's go to Confucius Temple, to the Huaiqin River, to eat duck blood and vermicelli soup, and to eat salted duck!
"This period has been too stressful, let me show you how to relax!"
"real?!"
Zhang Ya exclaimed in surprise.
"real!"
Shen Qingqiu patted the bag in her hand.
"It's okay if the school doesn't reimburse your accommodation fees; the teachers will pay for your extended rooms out of their own pockets!"
"Today's food, drinks, and entertainment—all expenses are on Teacher Shen!"
"Long live Teacher Shen!"
Zhang Ya and Zhao Zichen cheered and high-fived in celebration.
For high school students who bury themselves in their studies all day long,
Being able to travel in the provincial capital on public funds is like celebrating the New Year.
Only Lin Que stood at the edge of the cheering crowd and sighed softly.
"What? Are you unhappy?"
Shen Qingqiu noticed his unusual behavior and came over to ask.
"The grand prize winner, you won't even give your teacher this much face?"
Lin Que looked up at the bright sun in the sky.
He glanced at the bustling street in the distance, his face full of resistance.
"Teacher, should we accept the current payment?"
Lin Que asked earnestly.
"This trip must have taken at least 20,000 steps, right?"
My legs are made of flesh, not iron.
I want to go back to the hotel and sleep, honestly.
Last night, in order to write a review for "The Man Waiting to Die," he stayed up all night brainstorming ideas for "Human World is Like Prison."
My brain feels like a blender is spinning right now, and all I want to do is find a pillow and pass out.
"no!"
Shen Qingqiu rejected it without hesitation.
"We absolutely have to go! This is a group activity; everyone is indispensable!"
Without saying a word, she grabbed Lin Que's sleeve, as if afraid he would run away.
"Moreover, you must be the main player today."
Carrying the teacher's bag and taking photos for everyone are punishments for your "outrageous remarks" on stage earlier.
Lin Que staggered as he was pulled.
Looking at Shen Qingqiu's "If you dare to run, I dare to chant sutras" attitude,
He closed his eyes in despair.
"What a tragedy..."
The renowned "Dream Weaver of Hell," a rising star in the literary world, "Jian Shen."
Now, however, they are reduced to being ruthless bag-carrying machines.
This is probably the greatest irony life has ever played on him.
"Let's go! First stop, Confucius Temple!"
Shen Qingqiu waved enthusiastically.
Zhao Zichen and Zhang Yaxing followed excitedly.
Lin Que dragged his heavy steps, following at the back.
He took out his phone and sent a message to Green Ivy, the editor in charge of Hongguo.com.
[Dream Weaver: No update today.]
After sending the message, he put away his phone and resignedly followed the group.
Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the sycamore leaves, casting its rays upon him.
Although he said he didn't want to go,
But looking at Shen Qingqiu's back as she played and joked with her classmates in front of her,
The corners of her mouth were still slightly upturned.
never mind.
Consider it a way to accumulate material.
After all, such vibrant human life...
It's a rare resource in his books.
...
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