Monday's history class,
The blackboard still had chalk writing left by the student on duty who hadn't erased it properly.
"Forever young, forever immortal."
History teacher Zhu held the blackboard eraser and gestured at that line of text for a long time.
He finally sighed and started writing "Western Zhou Feudal System" on a new line.
He pushed up his thick-rimmed glasses and glanced at the back row.
Wu Di, who is usually the first person he calls out with chalk, is sitting upright today.
Holding a brand new notebook in my hands, the words "..." were prominently copied on the title page.
"A person dies three times..."
Teacher Zhu's gaze passed over Wu Di and landed on the instigator.
Lin Que was resting his chin on his hand, idly twirling his pen.
Teacher Zhu opened her mouth, but swallowed back the reprimand that was on the tip of her tongue.
At this moment, in the corridor outside the classroom,
The sound of leather shoes stepping on the marble floor could be heard from time to time.
Tap, tap, tap.
The sound was deep and rhythmic.
Each time it rings
Those students in the class who used to secretly read novels or play on their phones under their desks...
Like a startled groundhog, it quickly pulled its head back and sat up straight.
This is the distinctive footstep of Fei Yuncheng, the Dean of Students, a unique and intimidating sound in the entire school.
The history teacher was an elderly man nearing retirement, surnamed Zhu.
Normally, I'm oblivious to what's going on around me, but this figure pacing back and forth by the door has made it hard for me to continue talking.
He pushed up his thick glasses, which were as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle, and glanced at the doorway several times.
Suddenly, a face appeared on the small glass window at the back door.
Fei Yuncheng stood there with his hands behind his back, without saying a word.
He just stared blankly at the last row of the classroom.
His eyes were colder than the winter wind.
Teacher Zhu finally couldn't hold back any longer, put down the chalk, opened the front door, and went out.
"Director Fei?"
Teacher Zhu lowered her voice.
"Is something wrong? If these kids break the rules again, I'll deal with them after class."
"No, no, no, Teacher Zhu, please continue."
Fei Yuncheng waved his hand, a rare show of kindness on his face.
"Classroom discipline is fine, I just... am looking for someone."
"Who should I look for?"
"Lin Que".
Upon hearing the name, Teacher Zhu's expression immediately became complicated.
It's a headache for teachers, and it also requires careful consideration when dealing with "academic geniuses".
He glanced back at the corner; the child was staring blankly at the withered branches outside the window.
They didn't sleep, nor did they cause any trouble.
"Okay, I'll call him."
Teacher Zhu returned to the podium and tapped the blackboard:
"Lin Que, come out for a moment, Director Fei wants to see you."
The entire class's attention instantly focused on the corner.
Startled by the shout, Wu Di jerked his head up, a spittle still clinging to his lips, and looked around blankly.
"get out of class is over? Have you eaten?"
Lin Que slammed the spinning ballpoint pen on the table and slowly stood up.
Under the stares of the entire class, he even helped Wu Di catch the book that was about to fall to the ground.
Only then did he stagger out the back door.
The wind in the corridor was a bit chilly.
Fei Yuncheng stood there, still holding the thermos cup with its peeling paint.
"Director, you wanted to see me?"
Lin Que leaned against the wall, his school uniform zipped all the way up.
Half of her face was covered, leaving only a pair of sleepy eyes visible.
Fei Yuncheng looked him up and down.
Instead of directly stating the matter, he unscrewed the lid and blew on the steam.
How have you been studying lately?
I've noticed you don't pay much attention in class. Do you think the concepts are too easy?
"No way."
Lin Que replied lazily.
"It's too difficult, I can't understand it, and I'm really worried about it."
"When Teacher Zhu was talking about those major and minor categories, my head was about to explode."
Fei Yuncheng almost choked on the hot steam from the thermos.
Why are you pretending to be illiterate when you can get full marks in history on every monthly exam?
He rolled his eyes at Lin Que, clearly annoyed.
"Alright, stop trying to fool me."
Fei Yuncheng stopped beating around the bush and put the thermos lid back on.
"I called you out because I have something important to discuss."
Next Wednesday, the Provincial Writers Association is holding an event in Nanjing called the Emerging Writers Summit Forum.
Lin Que's eyelids twitched.
really.
Since receiving the emails from Green Ivy and Wang De'an last night,
He had anticipated this would happen.
Since Fang Zhenyun had set up this scheme,
Naturally, both "insightful" and "dream weaver" are taken into account.
With these two identities, it's naturally impossible to go.
So, the only possibility is...
All that's left is him, "Lin Que, the genius high school student".
Just right,
He also wanted to see what would happen when both of them were absent.
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