What expression will Fang Zhenyun have when this "rising star" takes the stage?
"Forum? Director, please spare me."
Those kinds of events are just a bunch of old men drinking tea and flattering each other. What could I do there? Recite a poem?
Lin Que feigned a blank expression.
"What recitation? That's a proper literary seminar."
Fei Yuncheng took out a neatly folded red-headed document from his pocket.
"Given that you won the top prize this time, and that Zhao Zichen from the senior year of high school won the first prize..."
The provincial writers' association specifically sent an invitation, hoping that you two would attend as student representatives.
"Not only you, but all the first-prize winners of this competition will be present!"
He paused, his tone becoming earnest:
"Lin Que, this is a great opportunity."
Those who went were all prominent writers and critics in the province, and even editors-in-chief of major magazines.
Showing your face there will be beneficial for your future applications for independent admissions.
Or, pursuing a career in literature would be immensely beneficial.
Lin Que took the document and glanced at it.
Organizer: Jiangsu Provincial Writers Association.
Organizer: October Magazine
Special Guest:
Writers Association Chairman: Gu Changfeng
Vice Chairman of the Writers Association: Liang Wenyu
Editor-in-Chief of "October": Zhu Yaozhang
Fang Zhenyun, Deputy Editor-in-Chief of October Magazine
...
Upon seeing the name "Fang Zhenyun," Lin Que's smile deepened.
This editor-in-chief, Fang, went to great lengths, casting a wide net to catch many fish.
They plan to capture Jian Shen, the Dream Weaver, and the genius boy Lin Que all at once.
Unfortunately, these three fish are actually one.
"Director, this..."
Lin Que handed the document back, his face full of embarrassment.
"Next Friday...that's when there will only be a few days left until the final exams."
Mainly, I feel that this grand prize was somewhat undeserved, with too much luck involved.
He sighed, his tone sounding very sincere:
"Director, I know my own limitations."
I'm okay at humanities, but I'm only so-so at science.
If you go out and bask in the glory of winning the top prize, but then end up with a last-place finish on the final exam, what will happen?
"It's a disgrace to our school and to you as well."
He paused, then delivered the final blow.
"At that time, my mom will say that I have let down the school and teachers."
He then showed a look of deep distress:
"Should we let Zhao Zichen go alone for this kind of public appearance?"
He's a top student; missing a couple of days is no big deal for him. I can't do that; I'm a slow learner, I have to get there early.
Fei Yuncheng was quite taken aback by his words.
The early bird catches the worm?
If you're a stupid bird, then there won't be any birds in the whole school that can fly.
But Lin Que's words also had merit; the school values grades most.
He used studying as a shield, so Fei Yuncheng really couldn't force him.
"This is a rare opportunity."
Fei Yuncheng frowned.
"Besides, the province specifically requested to see you this time. If you say you won't go, wouldn't that be disrespecting the leaders?"
"Saving face is a small matter; one's future is a big deal."
Lin Que looked sincere.
"Director, I really want to go, but my physics and chemistry... well, it's a long story."
Fei Yuncheng paused in mid-air with his hand holding the thermos, and stopped blowing hot air from his mouth.
His eyes, behind thick glasses, narrowed.
This kid, he's not a case of the slow bird starting early.
He's clearly pretending to be ignorant, trying to raise the price on the spot!
"Alright."
Fei Yuncheng said irritably.
"As long as you attend this forum and use your intelligence in the right way."
After returning to school, you can choose any teacher in the science department.
If you're not willing, I'll personally tutor you one-on-one.
Until your final exams are over. Is that alright?
Lin Que pretended his eyes lit up.
"Director, are you serious?"
"When have I ever lied to my students?"
Fei Yuncheng stared wide-eyed.
Alright!
Lin Que immediately changed his expression, smiling more brightly than a flower.
"Since the director is so supportive of my literary dreams, it would be ungrateful of me to refuse."
"Wow! I guarantee I'll complete the mission and bring glory to our school!"
The speed at which they changed their tune was astonishing.
Fei Yuncheng shook his head helplessly and waved for them to leave.
"Go back to class right now! Don't loiter around outside."
"Okay."
Lin Que turned around and opened the back door.
The moment he stepped into the classroom, a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.
The refusal was a pretense; the real intention was to accept the challenge.
Since Fang Zhenyun went to great lengths to prepare a feast designed to capture both of them in one fell swoop,
If I don't personally cause trouble,
Wouldn't that be letting down their good intentions?
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