It is a temple of serious literature, and countless literary masters consider it an honor to publish their works there.
Li Yuanchao was one of the special editors of "New Tide".
If "The Miracles of the Namiya General Store" could be published in "Shincho".
The name "Jian Shen" was like standing at the top of the pyramid overnight.
"Lin Que!"
His deskmate, Wu Di, nudged him with his elbow and whispered:
"Brother Que, have you heard?"
Your essay in the writing competition offended the judges; it seems you won't win an award.
The news spread among the students.
"oh."
Lin Que's reaction was indifferent.
"Oh? Just one?"
Wu Di panicked.
"Brother! My dear brother! That's ten thousand yuan! That's enough to buy so many skins! You only have one? Doesn't it hurt your heart?"
Lin Que glanced at him, thinking, "Ten thousand yuan? Do I care about that right now?"
"I don't feel bad."
"Okay, you are this one."
Wu Di was completely convinced and gave a thumbs up.
"By the way, Zhang Ya and the others in the front row are all saying that you're just trying to attract attention, and now you've run into a brick wall. You deserve it."
Lin Que followed his gaze.
Sure enough, he saw Zhang Ya, the class monitor, huddled together with several girls, glancing at him from time to time with gloating expressions on their faces.
Lin Que ignored him.
You can't talk about ice with a summer insect.
Arguing with them would lower your own status.
What he needs to do now is find a suitable house as soon as possible and set up his studio.
Lin Que spent the entire morning in a daze.
He had already begun to conceive the beginning of "The Miracles of the Namiya General Store" in his mind.
Namiya General Store, three thieves, milk crates... those familiar scenes flashed through his mind one after another.
At lunchtime, just as he was about to head to the cafeteria, Shen Qingqiu stopped him.
"Lin Que, come to my office for a moment."
Shen Qingqiu's expression was very serious.
Lin Que followed her to the office, where there were no other teachers.
Shen Qingqiu closed the door, turned around and looked at him, her beautiful eyes filled with extremely complex emotions.
There was scrutiny, curiosity, worry, and even... an appreciation that she herself was unaware of.
"Please sit down."
She pointed to the chair opposite her.
Lin Que pulled out a chair and sat down, looking completely at ease as if he was waiting to be scolded.
"You've heard about the essay competition, haven't you?"
Shen Qingqiu spoke up.
"Yes, I've heard about it."
"You don't have anything to say?"
Lin Que smiled, a very faint smile:
"Teacher, when a group of people are arguing about whether a firefly's light is bright enough, is the firefly really in the wrong?"
"you!"
Shen Qingqiu was infuriated by his nonchalant attitude.
"Stop grinning at me! Do you know what Chairman Wang Shouyi's status is in Jiangcheng's literary circles?"
If you offend him, it will be very difficult to continue down this path!
"Teacher, when did I ever say I wanted to take this path?"
Lin Que countered with a question.
Shen Qingqiu was taken aback.
"I write for fun."
If they like it, they'll watch it; if they don't, they'll ignore it.
As for awards or literary status, I don't care.
Shen Qingqiu looked at him and suddenly felt a little powerless.
She had prepared a whole speech, intending to advise and guide him.
We want him to temper his sharp edges and learn to adapt to the rules.
But now, all those words seem so ridiculous in front of this boy.
He doesn't care about the rules of this world at all.
He is a world unto himself.
"However, Professor Li Yuanchao greatly admires you."
Shen Qingqiu changed the subject, her voice softening.
"He asked me to tell you not to be discouraged by this setback. He thinks you are the hope of our Jiangcheng literary scene."
"hope?"
Lin Que couldn't help but laugh when he heard this word.
"Teacher, do you think an author who was almost labeled a poisonous weed can become the hope of the literary world?"
His smile carried a subtle hint of mockery.
Looking at his unyielding attitude, Shen Qingqiu suddenly felt...
All my worries and warnings felt like punching cotton.
Professor Li's words "monster" echoed in her mind, and then she looked at the nonchalant smile on the boy's face.
An irresistible impulse ultimately overcame the restraint befitting a teacher.
She had to see for herself what that article, "Firefly," which had stirred up such a huge wave, really looked like.
"Your piece... 'Fireflies'."
She asked the question almost instinctively.
"May I take a look?"
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