The night view of SOHO Future City is quite nice.
Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, you can overlook the lights of half of the city.
The cursor on Lin Que's computer screen blinked in the chat box.
The sender was Jiang Min, but the tone was clearly that of Chairman Gu.
[Professor Jian Shen, the chairman would like to hear your opinion on the topic for the final round.]
After all, this is the "Trouble-Relieving Cup," so you'll have to be the one to review the core of the questions.
The expert group has currently identified three directions: 1. Responsibility; 2. Personal growth; 3. Inheritance and innovation.
Which one do you think is more suitable? Or do you have a better idea?
Lin Que almost choked on the cola he had just taken a sip of when he looked at the three questions.
Responsibility? Inheritance and innovation?
What era are we living in? Why are we still playing the style of "Reader" magazine from twenty years ago?
If he were to write this, he could fall asleep in the exam room on the spot.
He put down his cola and his fingers flew across the keyboard.
[Secretary Jiang, the title is an introduction, not a framework.]
These three questions are safe enough, but lack a bit of originality.
[This could easily lead children to write mere chronological accounts or chant slogans.]
The response from the other side was extremely fast:
[What is your opinion, Teacher Na Yi?]
The chairman said that as long as you provide the questions, even if they are obscure, we will use them.
Lin Que curled his lip.
That old fox, he's trying to shift the blame onto me.
If the questions are too obscure, all the candidates in the province will be lamenting, and they will be cursing the "profound" questions.
Besides, I still have to go to the exam hall to write the questions myself. Why would I create a question that makes things difficult for myself?
Am I sick?
He deleted the "Ten Forms of Loneliness" he had just typed out.
They changed their tone.
The matter of setting exam questions concerns all students in the province and carries a heavy responsibility.
[Having spent so much time in my study, I am out of touch with the ways of the world, and I fear the questions I set might be detached from the children's actual lives.]
The experts at the Ministry of Education are highly experienced; it's best to let them make the decision.
My job is simply to wait at the finish line; which route the children take is up to the question setter.
Click send.
You have to kick the ball back, and do it with style.
Less than a minute later, Jiang Min replied:
【Been taught a lesson.】
The chairman said, "Since the teacher trusts us, let's go ahead and make the decision."
[Teachers will be asked to supervise the process at the finish line.]
Done.
Lin Que closed his laptop and stretched.
No matter what questions they ask, as long as it's not something like "My district chief father,"
He can even emulate the style of "Miracles of the Namiya General Store".
after all,
The right of interpretation is in his hands...
Nothing was said that night.
The bustling campus life always manages to bring people back down to earth.
Tuesday, during the long break between classes.
The playground of Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School was bustling with noise.
The music from the radio calisthenics exercise was so loud it gave me a headache.
Lin Que hid in the shadows of the stands.
Just as I was starting to feel sleepy, Wu Di's big face blocked my view.
"Brother Que, have you heard?"
Wu Di approached mysteriously, holding half a bag of Weilong spicy strips in his hand.
"Zhao Zichen, that senior in high school, has declared that he's determined to win the 'Relief Cup' this time."
Lin Que pulled his school uniform jacket over his head:
"Oh. He's pretty good."
"Don't you dare! That kid's incredibly arrogant!"
Wu Di was indignant.
He said your previous "Reply" was opportunistic and an attempt to gain sympathy by playing the victim.
This final round is a live essay competition; it tests your true abilities. Your unorthodox methods will definitely be exposed.
Lin Que rolled his eyes in the darkness.
These days, why are there always people who want to teach him how to write essays?
"Let him take it, let him take it."
Lin Que's voice came out in a muffled tone.
"It would be best to take the extra points for the college entrance exam as well, so I don't have to make a trip to Nanjing."
"That won't do!"
Wu Di panicked.
"If you lose, where will our Class 3's reputation be?"
I've already bragged about it, saying you're Master Jian Shen's last disciple, though I called myself that."
Just then, the music on the radio stopped.
The head of the teaching department's booming voice rang out:
"Lin Que and Zhang Ya from Class 3, Grade 11; Zhao Zichen from Class 1, Grade 12"
"Proceed to the Chinese Language Department office immediately upon hearing this announcement!"
Lin Que sighed and lifted his school uniform.
The peaceful long break between classes is gone just like that.
What was bound to happen has finally happened.
...
The atmosphere in the Chinese language group office was somewhat subtle.
Dean Fei Yuncheng sat in the center, with three thick stacks of documents in front of him.
Zhang Ya stood on the left, head down.
Clutching a small notebook, he looked ready to take notes at any moment.
Standing on the right is a boy wearing black-rimmed glasses, with the top button of his school uniform fastened.
This must be the Zhao Zichen that Wu Di mentioned.
Seeing Lin Que saunter in, Zhao Zichen adjusted his glasses.
His gaze lingered for a second on Lin Que's undone zipper.
He then looked away, his eyes filled with the arrogance typical of a top student.
"Everyone is here."
Fei Yuncheng tapped on the table.
"There are still three days until the final on Saturday. I called you all here today to give you some pre-competition training!"
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