But what can he do when his grandfather is a literature professor?
This match seemed to carry the old man's expectations from the very beginning.
The convoy headed east, passing through the towering buildings of the CBD.
Finally, it stopped in front of the huge white building on the riverbank.
Jiangcheng Grand Theatre.
The building, shaped like a giant seashell, was dazzlingly white in the morning light.
But what's even more awe-inspiring than architecture is the people.
The square was already packed with people.
More than 3,000 students from dozens of high schools in Jiangcheng who had passed the preliminary selection gathered together to form a sea of black.
The school uniforms were of various colors—blue, red, and white—and were arranged in distinct square formations.
A morning breeze blew by, causing the hem of her clothes to flutter.
"Oh My God……"
Zhang Ya gasped as she got off the bus.
"So many people?"
"This is only the Jiangcheng division."
Shen Qingqiu walked behind the group, her gaze calm.
"At this moment, high schools across the country will begin their exams at the same time today."
Beside him, the students from other classes at Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School also fell silent.
Some people clenched their fists, while others took deep breaths, trying to calm their pounding hearts.
Several usually carefree boys also suppressed their smiles at this moment.
His eyes held an unprecedented solemnity.
They whispered among themselves, discussing their opponent's strength, yet they were afraid of being overheard by Shen Qingqiu.
Lin Que stood on the steps, squinting at the throng of people below.
Everyone is young, and everyone's eyes shine.
Everyone thinks they are the chosen one.
This scene reminded him of the imperial examinations in ancient times.
No matter how times change, the cruelty of thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge has never changed.
Let's go.
Shen Qingqiu gave the order.
Inside the Grand Theater, six different venues are cleverly divided into six independent examination areas.
This ensured that every candidate could focus on their studies and that fairness was maintained.
The distance between each table is strictly controlled to eighty centimeters.
It was just big enough for one person to pass through, eliminating any possibility of whispering.
Lin Que took his exam admission ticket and found his seat.
Hall C, Row 14, Seat 04.
The location is perfect, directly facing the huge stage.
The time has come to 8:55.
The previously noisy hall fell silent instantly, even the coughing stopped.
The giant curtain on the stage slowly rose, revealing a huge LED screen behind it.
There was no host, and no leaders gave speeches.
Only one line of red countdown timer is ticking.
[Time until exam starts: 05:00]
[Time remaining until exam starts: 04:59]
...
All the lights suddenly went out.
Only the examination area lights were left on, illuminating the area as bright as day.
This stark contrast between light and dark created a sense of isolation and scrutiny in everyone.
"Is this the 'Fuzhiyao' card?"
A student in the back row muttered something under his breath, his voice trembling.
【00:00】
The countdown has reached zero.
"Thump—"
A deep, resonant chime echoed throughout the venue through top-of-the-line sound equipment, reverberating in everyone's chests.
On the screen, two huge bold characters slowly appeared, filling everyone's field of vision.
[Title: A Joyous Event]
Immediately following, a line of small print appeared below:
[Note: The four great joys in life are: rain after a long drought, meeting an old friend in a foreign land, the wedding night, and passing the imperial examination.]
These greatest joys in life are the most instinctive pursuits of humankind, and also the deepest solace.
However, in this noisy and superficial era, how should we define a true "joyful event"?
Please write an essay of no less than 1500 words on the theme of "Happy Events".
[Requirements: No restrictions on subject matter, complete plot, and profound theme.]
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