That's exactly the effect he wanted—a kind of wicked pleasure.
The bell for morning reading class rang at an inopportune time.
This interrupted the "patient support group meeting".
"Da, da, da..."
A series of hurried high-heeled shoe sounds came from the classroom door.
The voice was crisp and clear, carrying a suppressed anger.
The classroom, which had been filled with whispers, fell silent instantly, and everyone quickly sat up straight.
Shen Qingqiu stood at the door.
The Chinese textbook in his hand was rolled up into a tube.
She didn't call out "Class begins" as usual.
Instead, he walked straight to the front of the classroom and scanned the whole class with a deep gaze.
Finally, without any suspense, the image focused on Lin Que.
His gaze was complex, containing scrutiny, confusion, and even a hint of suppressed anger.
"Smack!"
Shen Qingqiu slammed the book down on the lectern, and a wisp of chalk dust rose up.
"Looks like everyone had a fulfilling weekend."
The entire class fell silent, terrified.
"I'd like to say a few words before class begins."
Shen Qingqiu's voice was cool and aloof.
"Literary works should bring people thought and strength, rather than pure sensory stimulation and malice."
She didn't call out names, but all the students who had read "Human World is Like Prison" instinctively sat up straight.
"The day before yesterday, our student representatives gave a very enthusiastic presentation at the book signing event."
"What about tearing open a wound to stitch it up, what about the complementary roles of doctors and nurses..."
"You almost believed me!"
She paused, then changed the subject.
"As a result, some works, under the guise of reality, are actually just selling bloodshed and despair."
Even worse, it constructs an infinitely looping horror world with a condescending and manipulative attitude towards its readers.
This is not avant-garde; it's a trampling of the reader's trust, a morbid display of skill!
The entire class fell silent.
Everyone could tell that Teacher Shen was publicly criticizing the "dream weaver of hell".
Zhang Ya sat in the front row, listening to Teacher Shen's scathing rebuke.
His back was ramrod straight, and the corners of his mouth were wildly upturned.
What she couldn't stand the most was those people who idolized these vulgar novels every day.
Of course, the main reason is Lin Que.
She felt extremely pleased to be criticized by her teacher in front of everyone.
She secretly glanced back at Lin Que.
He gave a barely audible hum before turning back.
Shen Qingqiu's gaze also fell on Lin Que.
She wanted to see the boy from the day before yesterday.
What will be the reaction after hearing her criticism of the "dream weaver of hell"?
Lin Que raised his head at the opportune moment and lazily raised his hand.
"teacher."
"explain."
"I think you're right."
Lin Que looked sincere.
"I also think this dream weaver went too far and completely betrayed the trust of our readers."
This kind of author should be criticized!
As Lin Que finished speaking, rustling sounds rang out all around.
Looking at Lin Que's obedient appearance, Shen Qingqiu felt as if he wasn't the one who had debated with the scholars the day before yesterday.
This kid admits his mistakes faster than anyone else.
But does he really think that way?
"Okay, since you also think it should be criticized."
Shen Qingqiu took a deep breath, pulled out a red-headed document from her lesson plan, and gently patted it on the lectern.
"In order to correct this unhealthy trend of taking pride in the exotic,
Also in response to the spirit conveyed by Mr. Kenji's "The Miracles of the Namiya General Store",
The Provincial Department of Education, in conjunction with the Provincial Writers Association, has decided to hold the first "Relief Cup" Provincial Middle School Students' On-site Writing Competition.
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