Lin Que took a sip of iced cola and tapped his fingertips lightly on the table.
Chairman of the Provincial Writers Association...
Wang Shouyi is only the chairman of the municipal writers' association.
Although he was very enthusiastic, he was only a council member in the province.
But the chairman of the provincial writers' association is the real big shot.
But, should we let him be a judge?
Are you kidding me?
If he really goes, the scene will be in an uproar.
Regardless of whether his school uniform would even be enough to get in,
In the event that he, as a contestant, Lin Que, is diligently writing in the examination hall...
One seat on the judges' panel was empty, with a nameplate that read "Insightful".
The scene was bizarre just to think about.
He barely hesitated before his fingers tapped on the keyboard, replying with a short email.
Hello, Secretary Jiang.
Thank you for your kindness and support.
I am just a storyteller and I am not good at judging other people's writing.
Literature has no standard answers.
I don't want my personal preferences to become shackles that restrict children's imagination.
Furthermore, I am used to quiet and am not comfortable in such lively occasions.
I appreciate your kind intentions, but I regret that I cannot accept the position of judge.
Profound insight.
Click send.
Lin Que thought that the matter was over.
After all, given Jian Shen's current aloof persona,
It's normal to decline such commercial or official offers, and the other party should be prepared for that.
However, only five minutes later...
With a "ding".
The new email notification sounded again.
It's still the same Jiang Min.
Hello, Professor Jian Shen:
The Chairman was not surprised to receive your reply.
He smiled and said, "If Jian Shen had agreed immediately, he wouldn't be the hermit who wrote 'The Map on Blank Paper'."
The Chairman greatly respects your wishes and understands your concerns.
Therefore, he proposed a compromise solution, hoping you would consider it.
We do not require you to be present in person, nor do we require you to participate in the tedious preliminary and semi-final judging process.
On the day of the finals, we will set up high-definition cameras in the examination room.
If you wish, you can remotely view the examination room in real time.
Feel the sincerity that the children express in their writing.
As for the selection, the expert group from the Provincial Department of Education and the Provincial Writers Association will first select the ten best essays.
We hope that you will personally select the final top three from behind the scenes.
These ten essays will have the candidates' names and schools removed, leaving only the text.
The chairman said that this was not just a selection process, but also a "reply" that transcended time and space.
Just like how Grandpa Namiya answered those confused people seeking advice,
We also hope that these children will receive a genuine response from you.
Whether you agree or not, we will reserve the right to grant you permission to be this "behind-the-scenes examiner".
We await good news.
Jiang Min. 】
Lin Que stared at the text on the screen, his fingers, which were tapping the table, stopped.
That old fox.
First, they try to pressure people with lofty ideals and justifications; then, after being rejected, they immediately offer alternative solutions.
Not only were they given ample respect, but they also transformed the "judges" into "behind-the-scenes examiners."
They even used concepts from "Miracles of the Namiya General Store" to morally blackmail people.
Refusing again would seem rather heartless.
and……
Remote monitoring? Behind-the-scenes maneuvering?
An extremely interesting scene appeared in Lin Que's mind.
On the day of the final.
He, Lin Que, wearing the school uniform of Jiangcheng No. 1 High School, sat in the examination room.
As an ordinary contestant, all for those extra points on the college entrance exam and to meet the teacher's expectations...
He poured his heart and soul into the exam paper, playing the role of a "healed" literary youth.
On the other end of the network.
He, with a keen eye, sat in front of his computer, looking down at the entire examination hall through a high-definition webcam.
Looking at his peers who racked their brains to please him,
Looking at myself, writing furiously.
Then, without anyone knowing,
He personally placed that laurel wreath on his own head.
It is both a chess piece and the player wielding the pieces.
They are both candidates and examiners.
This feeling...
Lin Que's lips slowly curled up.
Now that you've set up the stage and turned on the lights,
They even handed me the script.
If I don't put on this good show, wouldn't I be letting down this kind intention?
He put his hands back on the keyboard, and this time, he responded quickly.
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