Jiang Changfeng looked this notorious troublemaker and "talented student" up and down, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery.
"Did Lin come to volunteer today too?"
Lin Que smiled:
"Principal, I came here to receive some artistic inspiration."
"Education?"
Jiang Changfeng smiled, clearly not believing the kid's nonsense.
"Alright, alright, then we'll see how you perform later!"
The student council members around were somewhat surprised.
The principal usually presents a stern demeanor to the students.
Why is she speaking to Lin Que so casually? Even... a little intimately?
Jiang Changfeng ignored the surprised looks around him.
Instead, he subtly moved half a step closer to Lin Que, instantly changing the distance between them from "teacher and student" to "peers".
He reached out and straightened Lin Que's collar, his voice very low:
"I heard that a few days ago in Nanjing, Elder Gu and Elder Liang... invited you to have tea?"
He emphasized the words "drinking tea," his eyes conveying a profound meaning.
"What did the two chairmen talk to you about?"
Lin Que raised an eyebrow.
Sure enough, Shen Qingqiu still reported the matter to the principal.
Indeed, he is an honorary member of the Provincial Writers Association.
For a high school, this is a great honor that can be written into the school's history.
Although Shen Qingqiu promised to keep it a secret, she would definitely have to report it to the principal.
"We didn't talk about much."
Lin Que said it casually.
"I just drank two cups of tea and listened to the two elderly people tell me stories from the past."
"Want some tea?"
Jiang Changfeng's lips twitched.
Those are Gu Changfeng and Liang Wenyu! Two towering figures in the literary world of Jiangsu Province!
Many people want to serve these two tea and water but can't find a way to do so.
This kid talks like he's going to a roadside stall for a big bowl of tea.
"You..."
Jiang Changfeng pointed at Lin Que, feeling both annoyed and amused.
"Teacher Shen told me that you have a spiritual quality, but your personality is too wild."
I was originally thinking that at this exchange meeting, I might be able to have you speak as a student representative and get some exposure.
Lin Que chuckled inwardly, but remained outwardly composed.
Speaking up? What's the point of those empty, repetitive sentences if you're just sitting in the audience watching a show?
"Principal, let's leave these moments of glory to the student council members who want to get into university through special admissions."
Lin Que smiled lazily, his tone carrying a hint of clarity.
"I'm just here to make up the numbers and see what the so-called 'genius' actually looks like."
Besides, if I were really to go up there...
What if I say something wrong and scare the boss?
Jiang Changfeng gave him a deep look.
Recalling Shen Qingqiu's report on the trip to Jinling, and Lin Que's heroic deeds.
"Alright."
Jiang Changfeng sighed, seemingly with some regret.
"But since we're here, let's take a good look around."
That Ye Xi... is no simple character.
Although you work in different fields, you're both creative people, so you might have some common ground.
Lin Que chuckled inwardly.
Common language?
The two have now reached a consensus on which duck blood vermicelli soup is not authentic.
Just then, Li Ze, the student council president standing at the front, suddenly exclaimed.
"They're here!"
The sound, like a pebble thrown into a lake, instantly shattered the tranquility of the square.
Jiang Changfeng immediately wiped the smile off his face.
He straightened his collar and quickly turned back to the front of the group.
Fei Yuncheng picked up the walkie-talkie, his voice urgent:
"On your marks! Keep smiling! Show your spirits!"
Lin Que raised his head and looked through the thin morning mist.
At the end of the school avenue, several bright car headlights pierced the hazy air.
A black Audi led the way.
Two Coaster minibuses followed behind, slowly approaching.
The wheels made a soft, rustling sound as they rolled over the wet asphalt.
In the group, Liu Hui held her breath nervously, her hands gripping the hem of her clothes tightly.
Even Jiang Changfeng, who had just been chatting and laughing with Lin Que, straightened his back slightly at this moment.
He wore that standard, impeccable professional smile.
The convoy came to a steady stop at the bottom of the steps in front of Yiyuan Building.
The sound of air pressure being released as the car door opened was heard.
"laugh--"
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