Shen Qingqiu dared not think about it.
What will the consequences be? The school's reputation? Tomorrow's headlines? Even Lin Que's file?
In an instant, countless terrifying thoughts tangled up around Shen Qingqiu like a tangled mess.
"you……"
Shen Qingqiu pointed at him, her fingers trembling violently.
Do you even know what this means?!
This is a political incident! What are you expecting the school to do? You…”
He was halfway through his sentence when
She looked into Lin Que's eyes, which were clear and pure, yet unfathomably deep.
The rebuke that was about to be uttered suddenly caught in his throat.
If it were any other student, it would be considered arrogance and ignorance.
But when facing Lin Que, seeing the ease on his face after being relieved of a heavy burden,
The overwhelming panic in her heart strangely subsided...
Instead, it became a predictable outcome after careful consideration.
Yes, that's more like him.
That madman on the podium who asked "How many times does a person die?"
How could I possibly be willing to be labeled with any tags?
"Teacher, please don't look at me like that."
Lin Que smiled.
"The air inside was so stuffy, it smelled like aged vinegar, it gave me a headache."
I just came out for some fresh air and to find something to eat.
"Looking for food?"
"That's right. If you come all the way to Nanjing and don't go to Confucius Temple to have a bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup, wouldn't that be a wasted trip?"
Lin Que patted his stomach, making a "thump-thump" sound.
"I didn't even have a proper breakfast to prepare for this speech. I'm so hungry I could eat a whole cow right now."
Shen Qingqiu looked at his carefree attitude.
The anger in my heart deflated like a balloon punctured by a needle.
She sighed and rubbed her temples in exasperation.
"You child...do you know what kind of occasion this is? This is the Provincial Writers' Association!"
"If you leave, will you still have a place in the literary world of Jiangsu Province?"
"The road is made by walking, not by asking for it."
Lin Que put his hands back in his pockets and turned to look at the door.
"Besides, we're better off without that kind of road."
He spoke these words in a calm tone, yet they revealed a youthful arrogance.
The wind outside was strong, making the revolving door at the entrance rattle loudly.
"Alright, teacher, I'm leaving now."
Lin Que waved his hand and walked briskly towards the gate.
"If you want to go in and see Zhao Zichen's highlight moment, you can still catch the tail end if you go now."
However, I suggest you don't go; the atmosphere inside is like this...
It's probably going to be quite 'enthusiastic'.
"Where are you going? We have to meet up later!"
Shen Qingqiu called out from behind him.
"I'm going to have duck blood and vermicelli soup! I heard the chili oil at that place in Laomendong is especially fragrant, and it's absolutely delicious with two sesame seed cakes!"
Lin Que didn't even turn his head.
He waved to Shen Qingqiu as he walked backwards.
The voice drifted over on the biting cold wind, carrying a vibrant youthful energy.
"Would you like one? Don't worry, I won't lose it!"
"I'll come back and write my self-criticism after I've eaten. Is 3,000 words enough? No, 5,000!"
The revolving door turns, shutting out the cold air and the noisy world outside.
Shen Qingqiu watched the figure in the black down jacket, hunching his neck and disappearing into the wind.
The figure grew smaller and smaller in the reflection of the glass, yet appeared incredibly real.
Compared to the opulent yet suffocating venue inside,
At this moment, Lin Que, walking into the cold wind to find a bowl of hot soup, seems more like a living person.
"This kid..."
Just then.
boom--
The tightly closed meeting room door behind them was suddenly pushed open forcefully from the inside.
A tremendous roar erupted like a flood bursting its banks.
"Quick! Chase after them! Where is that student?!"
"Don't let him get away! This is big news!"
A group of reporters carrying cameras and microphones rushed out of the passageway.
Their faces were filled with excitement, fervor, and a sense of shock at witnessing history.
Immediately after, Fang Zhenyun, his face ashen, strode out surrounded by a group of staff.
Behind them was Zhao Zichen, his face flushed and his expression dazed.
I was jostled around by the crowd, and I could barely hold onto my notebook.
The entire lobby instantly descended into chaos.
Shen Qingqiu stood there, stunned by the sudden chaos.
She looked at the reporters frantically searching for "Lin Que" and...
I looked again at the revolving door, which was now completely empty.
She finally understood what Lin Que meant by "lively atmosphere".
This is hardly enthusiastic.
This is clearly like tearing a hole in the sky.
...
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