Although it was a standard room, the view from the window overlooked the Qinhuai River, offering an exceptional night view.
In the hall, Shen Qingqiu gathered the nineteen students together.
There was no high-pressure mobilization before the exam as I had imagined.
Shen Qingqiu changed into casual clothes.
She looked at the slightly immature and somewhat apprehensive faces with gentle eyes.
"I know that you saw many outstanding peers on the Jin University campus today."
Their school uniforms might be better looking than yours, and the topics they discuss might be more sophisticated.
Even the way they looked at others carried a sense of superiority.
Several students in the crowd lowered their heads.
Indeed, this sense of pressure from a top-tier university in the provincial capital...
It is invisible, yet it is everywhere.
"but."
Shen Qingqiu's voice turned somber.
"The article doesn't look at the brand of the school uniform, nor does it look at which big city you come from."
Once in the examination hall, true ability will be revealed through writing.
"Words are the fairest thing."
In the examination hall, no one knows whether you are from Jiangcheng or Beijing.
Nobody knows if you're wearing Nike or Li Hui.
The examiners will only see your sincere writing.
Shen Qingqiu walked up to Zhang Ya, straightened her slightly disheveled collar, and then looked around at everyone:
Don't be intimidated by the city's grandeur.
Write what's in your heart, write about the joys and sorrows of this land.
Remember, the fact that you managed to fight your way out of so many people and stand here makes you strong in itself.
The somewhat somber atmosphere seemed to be rekindled by these words.
"Alright, everyone go back to your rooms and rest."
No staying up late tonight, clear your mind.
Meet at 7:30 tomorrow, then dismissed!
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Back in his room, Li Bowen threw his schoolbag onto the bed.
He lay sprawled on the bed in a "spread-eagle" position.
"Phew—Teacher Shen's chicken soup for the soul came at just the right time."
Li Bowen took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"Today at Jinda Square, I was almost suffocated by the aura of those top students."
That's real confidence! All they talked about was guaranteed admission to universities and Ivy League schools; it gave me a headache.
Lin Que walked to the window and drew back the curtains.
The shimmering waters of the Qinhuai River rippled in the night, reflecting the lanterns of the painted boats.
"Lin Que".
Li Bowen suddenly sat up, crossed his legs, and stared intently at Lin Que's back.
"Tell me... if you get a guaranteed admission spot this time, where would you like to go?"
"Jinda University? Or Dongda University?"
Li Bowen counted on his fingers.
"Jin University's School of Humanities is a long-established powerhouse with a profound heritage."
Although the University of Tokyo is strong in engineering, its overall strength is also impressive.
"If we can get into either of those two schools, we'll have brought honor to our alma mater."
Lin Que looked out the window at the bustling night view.
His gaze, however, pierced through the misty rain of this ancient capital of six dynasties, and turned towards the far north.
Jinan University is very good, and Dongda University is also quite good.
But for someone who wants to rekindle the flame in this cultural wasteland of the world,
It's still too isolated.
He needs a higher, bigger, and more resonant platform.
"Aren't there any other options?"
Lin Que didn't turn his head, and his voice was very soft.
Li Bowen was stunned for a moment, then seemed to think of something unbelievable.
Slowly open your mouth wider:
"You...you wouldn't be thinking of..."
"Tsinghua and Peking Universities?"
Even Li Bowen felt his mouth was burning when he said those two words.
That is the ultimate dream of students across the country, the jewel at the very top of the pyramid.
Especially the literature departments of Tsinghua and Peking Universities, which are the leading institutions in the national literary scene.
Those who emerge from there are either literary giants or high-ranking political figures.
"What? It won't work?"
Lin Que turned around, leaned against the windowsill, and looked at him with a half-smile.
"It's possible... but it's difficult..."
Li Bowen almost dropped his glasses as he glared at Lin Que.
"That's Tsinghua and Peking University!"
Let alone Jiangcheng, the number of people who can get into university each year in our province is less than three digits.
That would truly be a battle of gods.
Lin Que did not explain further.
What he wants to do is "pass on the torch," which is not as simple as writing a few best-selling books.
He needs top-tier academic resources and the most authoritative voice.
It is even more necessary to stand within the circle that sets the rules.
Only by standing at the highest point can the sparks scattered there travel with the wind and burn across the entire field.
Just then, the phone on the bedside table suddenly vibrated.
It broke the brief silence in the room.
Lin Que walked over and picked up his phone.
The screen lit up, displaying a string of eight unread messages.
The sender's profile picture is a rabbit frantically smashing a piano.
[Beethoven on the run]: [Image]
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