He pointed to the documents on the table.
"These are the first-prize winning essays from the provincial essay competitions of the past five years that I've compiled, and... Teacher Shen, you can tell me about them."
He gave Shen Qingqiu a wink.
Shen Qingqiu nodded, picked up a stack of A4 papers from the table, and walked over.
"This is my analysis of the core ideas and narrative techniques of 'The Miracles of the Namiya General Store,' which I compiled overnight."
She distributed the materials to the three people.
"What you need to do these next few days is not to memorize the sentences in the book."
Instead, we should try to understand how Teacher Jian Shen creates warmth.
The subtle compassion and restrained hope in his writing...
That's what we should learn most.
You must make it your own.
Lin Que looked at the "secret manual" that was thicker than a Chinese textbook, and his lips twitched.
Teacher, are you teaching me...?
How can I imitate myself?
This feels like Bill Gates going for a Microsoft interview.
The interviewer tossed him a book titled "Master Windows in Three Days".
He was also told to take it back and study it carefully.
"Teacher, actually I think..."
Lin Que tried to struggle.
"Writing is all about genuine feelings and experiences; trying too hard to imitate others is a bad thing."
"Mr. Kenjiro must also want to see something different, right?"
"Enough with the nonsense!"
Shen Qingqiu glared at him
"I won't emphasize the importance of this competition."
Shen Qingqiu's gaze swept over the three of them again.
"Zhao Zichen, your argumentative essays have a rigorous structure and strong logic, which are advantages, but they can easily appear dry and uninteresting."
Read more lyrical articles these next few days and polish them up.
"Okay, teacher."
Zhao Zichen nodded, his voice clear and bright.
"I have already memorized half of 'Guanzi' (Anthology of Classical Chinese Prose) and plan to quote it in my essay."
Shen Qingqiu paused for a moment, hesitated, and finally just nodded.
"Zhang Ya".
Shen Qingqiu looked at the girl who kept her head down.
"Your writing is very delicate, but sometimes you can't see the big picture."
Stop focusing on petty romances and pay more attention to social realities.
Zhang Ya bit her lip:
"knew."
Finally, Shen Qingqiu looked at Lin Que.
Lin Que was staring blankly at the words "Extensive Learning and Diligent Practice" on the wall.
"Lin Que".
"arrive."
Lin Que instinctively stood at attention.
Shen Qingqiu was amused by his appearance:
"Although you got a high score on your last essay, it was because you took an unconventional approach."
The judges for the final round were all experts from the province, and even... Professor Jian Shen himself.
When the word "insightful" is mentioned,
Zhao Zichen's eyes lit up noticeably, and he straightened his back even more.
"so."
Shen Qingqiu spoke earnestly.
"You need to be more careful this time. Don't keep bringing up deaths or the next life."
You need to write with that warm, uplifting energy, understand?
Lin Que nodded vigorously:
"Understood, understood. I will definitely make the judges feel the warmth of spring."
"Alright, take the materials back and review them. Come to me every evening during self-study, and I'll correct your writing exercises."
The three of them carried the documents and walked out.
As soon as he stepped out of the office, Zhao Zichen stopped in his tracks.
He turned around, looked at Lin Que, and clutched the book of quotes from "Relieving Worries" tightly in his hand.
"Lin Que".
Zhao Zichen raised his chin.
"I have read your reply."
The technique is good, but that's sentimentality, not literature.
Lin Que looked at this senior who was half a head shorter than him and found it a little funny.
"so what?"
"So, in this final, I will show you what true orthodox literature is."
After finishing his sentence, Zhao Zichen, clutching the documents, walked away with his head held high.
Lin Que stood there, scratching his head.
Orthodox literature?
He turned to look at Zhang Ya beside him:
"Has he always been this immature and childish?"
Zhang Ya did not agree as usual.
She looked at Zhao Zichen's back, then at Lin Que, her expression somewhat complicated.
"Although he is arrogant, he has a very solid foundation."
Zhang Ya said in a low voice, her tone less sharp.
"Lin Que, although I don't like your style..."
But that last essay was indeed... better than mine.
After saying that, she didn't wait for Lin Que's reaction and quickly left with the documents in her arms.
Lin Que raised an eyebrow.
Has the sun risen in the west? Zhang Ya actually admitted she's inferior to him.
Watching the disappearing figure, my gaze shifted to the "secret manual" that Teacher Shen had given me.
I flipped it open casually.
[Chapter 1: The Underlying Logic of Profound Gentleness—Not Giving, But Awakening.]
[Case Analysis: Why did Grandpa Namiya never preach in his replies?]
...
Looking at these dense annotations and red lines
Lin Que closed the book and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"If I don't do well on this test, I'll be letting down Teacher Shen's red ink."
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