Since the chairman is so kind as to accept, then I will not be so polite as to refuse.
I will watch the final.
I hope the children's writing will bring me some surprises.
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Lin Que closed his laptop and leaned back in his chair.
Laughter echoed in the empty room, carrying a hint of the mastermind's wicked amusement.
Outside the window, the night was deepening.
One by one, the lights in Xisheng Mansion were lit up.
It's just like those eyes in the exam hall, yearning to be seen.
Lin Que stood up, walked to the window, looked at this bustling yet hypocritical city, and murmured softly.
"The Cup of Relief from Worries... Ha."
"Then let me see who is relieving whose worries."
...
The top floor of the Jiangsu Provincial Writers Association building.
The spacious office was filled with the gentle fragrance of sandalwood incense.
A piece of cursive script hung on the wall, bearing the four large characters "静水流山" (still waters flow like mountains).
The brushstrokes are vigorous and powerful, exuding an imposing aura.
Gu Changfeng, chairman of the provincial writers' association, sat in front of a mahogany tea table.
He was playing with two round walnuts in his hand, making a soft crackling sound.
He was wearing a gray Tang suit, and his eyes, hidden behind reading glasses,
Unlike the typical cloudy skin of an elderly person,
Instead, it reveals a shrewdness and clarity that comes from having seen it all.
Unlike Wang Shouyi of the Jiangcheng Writers Association, who was known for slamming his fist on the table at the drop of a hat.
Gu Changfeng has a nickname in the circle: "Gu Taiji".
He never leaves any sharp edges in his words and actions, yet he always manages to handle things flawlessly while chatting and laughing.
Secretary Jiang Min knocked softly on the door and entered, carrying a tablet computer.
"Chairman, we've received a reply."
Jiang Min placed the tablet on the table, her tone respectful.
"Professor Jian Shen has agreed to your plan. On the day of the finals..."
He will act as a behind-the-scenes examiner, monitoring the entire examination process.
Gu Changfeng stopped eating the walnuts, adjusted his glasses, and
My gaze fell on the short reply on the screen.
"That was a very quick agreement."
He chuckled softly, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.
"I thought this expert would decline again."
"Although Professor Jian Shen is a recluse, he still cares a lot about the growth of young people."
Jiang Min added.
"Moreover, he seems to be very interested in this form of communication that does not involve face-to-face interaction."
"interested?"
Gu Changfeng shook his head and pointed to the email.
"Little Jiang, look at the words here."
His absence from the event was not due to arrogance or social anxiety.
He was... avoiding suspicion.
"avoid arousing suspicion?"
Jiang Min was taken aback.
"A person who can write a work as insightful as 'The Miracles of the Namiya General Store' is definitely not an ignorant bookworm."
Gu Changfeng put down his teacup, his gaze becoming somewhat meaningful.
"He doesn't want to stand in the spotlight because the spotlight is too bright and easily casts a shadow."
The more he hid it, the more curious I became.
What kind of face lies beneath this mask?
Jiang Min hesitated for a moment, then asked:
"Then...should I check it out?"
Although he hid it well, it could be detected through IP address or remittance account...
"Nonsense."
Gu Changfeng gave a light rebuke, but his tone was not stern.
"The most valuable thing in the friendship between scholars is mutual understanding."
Checking household registrations is something the police do, not the Writers' Association.
If he wants to play mysterious, then let him play.
As long as his writing is pure and his heart is warm, who he is doesn't matter.
At this point, Gu Changfeng changed the subject, tapping his fingers lightly on the table.
"However, since he has agreed to be a 'remote judge,' I should prepare a gift for him."
Gu Changfeng stood up and walked to the French windows.
Looking at the final exam venue being set up in the distance
——Jinling Olympic Sports Center Gymnasium.
"Tell the technical department to grant the highest level of access to Mr. Jian Shen's remote account."
Not only must it provide a panoramic view, but it must also allow for the easy access to close-up shots of any candidate.
"In addition, prepare a separate chat channel."
I need to talk to him during the match.
Jiang Min was somewhat puzzled:
"Chairman, what would you like to discuss?"
Gu Changfeng took off his glasses and slowly wiped them with a velvet cloth.
"Let's talk about literature, let's talk about hope."
"And by the way, let him take a look at this room full of thousands of students..."
"Is there one of them that hides his shadow?"
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