That silent piece of trash lingered in Lin Que's sight.
He didn't even bother to twitch his eyebrows, and even found it somewhat amusing.
Rubbish?
A third-prize winner flaunts his red certificate in front of an author who received 63,000 yuan in royalties.
Who is really the trash?
Lin Que did not respond, but slowly shifted his gaze away.
That languid demeanor was more lethal than any retort.
The feeling of punching cotton instantly shattered half of Zhang Ya's carefully cultivated sense of superiority.
The remaining half turned into anger and embarrassment.
"What are you looking at? You got a problem with that?"
The short-haired girl next to her immediately jumped out, her voice shrill.
"If you're so capable, why don't you win a third prize yourself!"
Oh, I forgot, you only got an award for excellence, not even a prize. How pitiful.
Wu Di suddenly stood up, his chubby face flushed red.
He pointed at the girl and yelled:
"What do you know! Do you think the things my brother Que writes are for ordinary people?"
That's art! It's the judges' lack of expertise that made them unable to understand it, not that my brother Que wrote poorly!
"Oh, you can't understand it? Is it that the judges can't understand it, or is what he wrote just a bunch of nonsensical garbage?"
Another girl chimed in sarcastically.
"Wu Di, your grades have dropped because you've been hanging out with this kind of person, and you're still defending him?"
"you!"
Wu Di was so angry that he was trembling all over, and he was tongue-tied, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.
"What are you doing! Making such a racket! Do you think this is a vegetable market?!"
The head of the teaching department finally couldn't take it anymore and reprimanded him with a stern face.
"Wu Di, sit down! Classmates should be friendly, helpful, and learn from each other!"
Lin Que should really learn more from Zhang Ya how to write good articles with lofty ideals and sound ideas!
His words were tantamount to giving Zhang Ya's victory another official stamp of approval.
Zhang Ya raised her chin even higher.
The atmosphere in the classroom was awkward and oppressive.
Just then, the slow, steady sound of high heels approached from afar.
Shen Qingqiu walked in.
Her appearance instantly lowered the temperature in the classroom by several degrees.
When the head of student affairs saw her, he forced a smile.
"Teacher Shen, you've come at the perfect time. I was just praising Zhang Ya."
Shen Qingqiu's gaze swept over Zhang Ya.
He paused briefly on Lin Que before finally turning to the Dean of Students.
Her expression remained as cold and indifferent as ever, revealing neither joy nor anger.
"Director, I have some additional information regarding the results of this competition."
The whole class looked over curiously.
Shen Qingqiu ignored the probing gazes of the crowd and spoke slowly.
There are five judges for this essay competition.
"I'm sure everyone knows who it is!"
Shen Qingqiu paused for a moment, then glanced at the curious faces around the lectern.
After receiving nods of approval from the crowd, she continued.
"Personally, I also have great doubts about the awarding of this excellence award."
But just now,
I received a message from Professor Li Yuanchao, which can help us resolve our doubts.
In the final scoring stage, Lin Que's "Fireflies" received zero points, except for the one insisted upon by Chairman Wang Shouyi...
She paused.
"The other four judges all gave it a first-prize score."
Professor Li Yuanchao and Teacher Zhao, in particular, gave it full marks for both its literary merit and intellectual depth.
These words were like a bomb, detonating in the classroom.
Everyone stared in astonishment.
The girls who were just laughing at Lin Que,
His expression froze instantly, his mouth agape as he looked at Zhang Ya and then at Lin Que.
Zhang Ya froze on the spot, her face instantly losing its color, turning a patchy white and a patchy red.
She stared intently at Shen Qingqiu.
It seemed they were trying to find any trace of a joke on the other person's face.
But Shen Qingqiu's gaze drifted unnoticed toward the back row.
She's looking at Lin Que!
The head of the teaching department had his mouth half-open, so embarrassed he could dig a three-bedroom apartment out of the ground with his toes.
He had just asked Lin Que to learn from Zhang Ya.
The result was that Lin Que's essay was recognized as the first prize by everyone except the chairman!
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