As Lin Que finished speaking.
The audience erupted in uproar.
Shen Qingqiu stood at the front of the class line.
This kid has never "disappointed" her when it comes to being unexpected.
“We live in fear every day.”
Lin Que's voice was calm.
"Fear of failing the exam, fear of dropping in ranking"
Fear of disappointing parents, fear of failing in the future.
"We live in a giant examination hall, where everyone is both a test taker and a prisoner."
"Some people told us that we would be free once we got into university. That's a lie."
The commotion in the audience grew even greater.
The education bureau leaders frowned, and Principal Jiang's face turned green.
"Life is a constant process of overcoming obstacles and defeating challenges."
After university, there's work; after work, there's a mortgage; then marriage; and then birth, aging, illness, and death.
"Fear doesn't go away; it just changes its mask and stays with you."
Lin Que paused, his gaze sweeping over the young yet tired faces below the stage.
"But fear is also a strength."
"Just like the crow I wrote about in my essay."
He used vicious language to wake up the person who wanted to die. Why?
Because only when you confront your deepest fears will you discover that if you're not afraid of death, why be afraid of living?
So, don't be afraid of the dark.
Because you can only see the light in the darkness.
"Don't be afraid to lose. Only those who can afford to lose deserve to win."
Finally, I'd like to leave you with a message—
Lin Que smiled slightly, a smile that carried the youthful vigor of a young man, as well as the profound insight of a wise man.
Everything has cracks, but that's how the light gets in.
After saying that, he picked up the speech manuscript that had never been opened, turned around and left the stage.
The entire room fell silent.
One second, two seconds.
Applause erupted from the formation of Class 3, Grade 11.
Then comes senior year, then freshman year...
The applause was thunderous and lasted for a long time.
Fei Yuncheng clutched his chest and shakily put down the nitroglycerin pill.
Principal Jiang's originally ashen face softened after seeing the education bureau leaders nod thoughtfully.
The sky instantly cleared, and the leader started clapping.
In the crowd, Zhao Zichen adjusted his glasses.
Looking at the figure on the stage, he whispered:
"This guy, he's still such a good actor."
Zhang Ya clapped her hands vigorously, her eyes red-rimmed.
Shen Qingqiu watched Lin Que walk down and shook her head helplessly.
But the pride in his eyes was impossible to hide.
"Now, the whole school will remember you."
Lin Que shrugged and whispered as he passed Shen Qingqiu:
"Teacher, remember to reimburse Director Fei for his medicine."
...
...
The wind on the playground still seemed to have lingered.
The plane tree leaves in Jiangcheng have all fallen.
The continuous cold rain extinguished the heat of late autumn.
The entire city was frozen and huddled together.
It's that time of year again when the new issue of "New Tide" magazine goes on sale.
It was a gloomy, rainy day.
Just like the gloomy wasteland on the cover of the latest issue of "New Tide".
Normally, this kind of weather is not conducive to the sales of physical books and magazines.
But long queues had already formed in front of the major newsstands in Jiangcheng.
The reason is nothing more than
—The large text on the cover is too eye-catching.
[Jian Shen's New Work - "The Ferryman" Global Premiere!]
[Following in the footsteps of "Miracles of the Namiya General Store," another epic that strikes at the soul.]
Many people in the group were still holding the previous issue of the magazine and discussing it enthusiastically.
"Hey, what do you think Teacher Jian Shen will write this time? Will it be another heartwarming little story?"
"Absolutely! 'The Namiya General Store' is so therapeutic; I read it every night before bed."
Hopefully, this time it'll be a bit warmer. I've been working too much overtime lately and desperately need to recharge.
"But when I look at this cover... why does it have a dark vibe?"
The wasteland? That name doesn't sound very auspicious.
At the end of the line, Shen Qingqiu held up a black umbrella.
Listen quietly to the discussions around me.
She didn't have class today, so she made a special detour to buy a copy.
It was finally her turn.
"Boss, give me a copy of 'New Tide'."
After receiving the magazine, Shen Qingqiu didn't rush to leave.
Instead, he stood under the awning of the newsstand and eagerly turned to the first page of the end-of-the-year section.
What greets the eye is a depressing gray.
Chapter One: Prologue
When Dylan woke up, there was complete silence all around him.
She tried to stand up, but found herself as light as a feather.
There were no train wrecks, no screaming crowds, only an endless wasteland.
The sky was iron-gray, without sun or clouds.
At the edge of the wasteland sat a boy.
Words are like cold raindrops, seeping into the skin.
Shen Qingqiu became increasingly alarmed as she looked at the document.
This was not the cure she had envisioned; this was... death.
A 15-year-old girl died in a car accident, and her soul went to the wilderness.
And the boy named Tristan is the ferryman who guides the souls of the dead.
This isn't healing; it's clearly tearing something beautiful apart and showing it to people.
But as the reading progressed, that sense of oppression was gradually replaced by a strange power.
Dylan didn't cry or break down.
She trekked across the wasteland, battling demons.
Her conversation with Tristan was cold yet warm.
Why did you help me?
"Because it's my job."
"What if I don't want to leave?"
"Then you will become food for the demons, a part of the wasteland."
Shen Qingqiu closed the magazine and let out a long breath.
The rain was still falling, but she felt a fire burning in her heart.
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