The paper was covered with numerous red circles and dots, and even annotations were written in the blank spaces.
At first glance, it resembles the rigorous scrutiny used when grading perfect essays.
It's as if they want to completely revise this unorthodox article.
"The wording here is inappropriate."
Shen Qingqiu pointed to the first line, her voice cold and clear.
Lin Que was taken aback.
"And here, the logic jumps too fast."
Shen Qingqiu continued to give instructions, tapping the paper with the tip of her pen.
"but……"
She abruptly changed the subject, her fingertip pausing beside the description of saluting, and remained silent for a full five seconds.
“Aside from these flaws, the rest is written more thoroughly than many textbook articles I have seen.”
Shen Qingqiu raised her head.
The sharpness in his eyes was gone, replaced by an unprecedented sense of relief.
"Lin Que, I've been teaching for so many years and I've always told you to read classics and stay away from fast food."
I thought online articles were nothing but sensationalist literary garbage, until…
Shen Qingqiu looked out the window and remained silent for a long time before speaking.
"Lin Que, tell me the truth."
"Do you students these days usually think about such profound things?"
The air in the office seemed to freeze for a few seconds.
Only the wall clock was ticking.
Lin Que looked at the few pages of "Ghost Detective" annotated in red pen in his hand, and a strange feeling welled up in his heart.
The chapter "Ghost Detective" tells the story of Ah Zhe, a detective who died in the line of duty.
Ah Zhe was a workaholic who sacrificed his life on the eve of his wedding while investigating a serial murder case.
But he didn't realize he was dead after he died.
His obsession kept him in the mortal realm, even possessing his colleague's body to continue investigating the case.
Until Zhao Li appeared and helped him catch the real culprit,
He looked at his blood-stained police uniform, gave a standard salute, and left with a smile.
This is a story about responsibility, faith, and farewell.
Lin Que looked down and saw that the blank space on the printed paper was densely covered with red writing.
Next to a line describing Zhao Li's salute, Shen Qingqiu wrote a powerful comment:
Rules are dead, but faith is alive. This isn't a ghost story; it's clearly a monument erected for the living.
Lin Que's heart skipped a beat, and he looked up in surprise.
This homeroom teacher, who was always strict and was privately known by her students as "Chen Jingbing,"
He was holding a thermos cup, his gaze fixed on the bare branches of the sycamore trees outside the window.
"Teacher, have you... become a fan?"
Lin Que raised an eyebrow and probed, half-jokingly.
Shen Qingqiu didn't even lift her eyelids. She slammed the red pen on the table, making a crisp "click" sound.
"Stop arguing with me. I'm just stating the facts."
She pushed up her glasses:
"What I approve of is not the pen name 'Dream Weaver of Hell,' but the values conveyed in the writing."
If he had written something like this, full of pointless whining, I would have criticized him by name in class meeting long ago.
She put down the cup and tapped her fingers lightly on the table:
"This author has a profound writing skill."
Although he writes about ghosts, every stroke of his pen questions the nature of humanity.
Look at this part…
Shen Qingqiu pointed to a spot on the paper:
"Ah Zhe discovered he was dead, but he didn't become a vengeful ghost to take revenge on the murderer."
Instead, they insisted on using police methods to collect evidence and bring the suspects to justice.
This breaks the stereotype that 'ghosts = revenge' in traditional horror stories.
This suggests the author is contemplating whether justice and responsibility are a kind of faith that can transcend life and death.
Lin Que listened and nodded inwardly.
As expected of a Chinese language teacher, this reading comprehension ability is perfect.
"And here too."
Shen Qingqiu turned to another page.
"Zhao Li said, 'Your case is closed, you should go now.'"
Ah Zhe said, "Put the handcuffs on me, this is your case."
This conflict was handled in a very sophisticated way.
It doesn't evoke horror, but rather a sense of tragic grandeur.
Shen Qingqiu sighed, her expression becoming complicated:
I used to worry about
You'll find these things distracting and make you lose your mind and become delusional.
But if online novels could all be written to this depth...
Then my previous worries were indeed somewhat unnecessary.
Lin Que looked at the young female teacher in front of him.
She may not understand the golden three chapters of online novels, what the "satisfaction point" is, or how capital operates to drive traffic.
But she understands literature, education, and, most importantly, human nature.
She didn't condemn the genre entirely just because it's about "ghosts and gods."
Instead, they astutely captured the true value behind these two stories.
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