Lin Que met Lü Songran's approving gaze but did not rush to express his opinion.
He slowly put down the paper cup in his hand.
The bottom of the cup tapped softly on the coffee table.
Then he sat up straight.
"Professor Li, please speak."
Li Yuanchao held the purple clay teapot, stroking its body.
His eyes swept over Lin Que twice.
"Although I know this small temple probably won't be able to keep you here."
Li Yuanchao sighed, his tone carrying a hint of regret that only he could understand:
"But I still have to fight for Jiang University, even if it's just doing my best and leaving the rest to fate."
"In this competition, as long as you can make it to the semi-finals..."
"I'll reserve a special admission spot for you at Jiangnan University's School of Literature."
The old professor extended a finger and tapped the table:
"No need for the college entrance examination, no need to go through procedures, direct admission."
In case... I mean in case
Do you want to stay somewhere close to home?
The words fell.
Fei Yuncheng, who was standing next to him, trembled.
The scalding hot water almost spilled on the back of my hand.
Special admission?
Direct admission?
In Jiangsu Province, where thousands of troops are crossing a single-plank bridge, the competition is fierce.
Li Yuanchao's words were tantamount to giving Lin Que a helicopter ticket to his destination.
Zhang Ya, who was listening nearby, had tears in her eyes; it was from envy and jealousy!
Jiangcheng University, although not as prestigious as top universities like Tsinghua, Peking, Fudan, and Shanghai Jiao Tong,
But it's also a top-tier university that countless students in Jiangsu Province would do anything to get into.
Old Li then handed the admission ticket directly to Lin Que.
In the corner.
Li Bowen looked up, his thick glasses reflecting the light, obscuring his eyes.
But he couldn't hide the bitterness on his lips.
From a young age, his grandfather forced him to memorize classical Chinese texts and practice calligraphy.
Now, Grandpa is about to offer the olive branch to someone else.
But he did not hate Lin Que.
The cafeteria's words about "throwing your heart into the snow and rolling it around" made him realize where he was lacking.
This gap cannot be bridged by special admissions.
Lin Que looked into Li Yuanchao's expectant eyes and remained silent for two seconds.
That is indeed an attractive offer.
For an average high school student, this is like a windfall.
But he is not an ordinary high school student.
His goal is the pinnacle of "Fuzhiyao," the highest platform that can ignite the flame of civilization.
Jiangcheng University is very good.
But for him, that stage wasn't big enough.
"Professor Li, thank you so much for your kindness."
Lin Que's voice was calm, without the slightest hint of being overwhelmed by the favor or the arrogance of someone who had achieved early success.
"Jiangda is a good school, and it's an honor to receive your recognition. However..."
He paused, then smiled:
"I'm still young."
"I just want to see how far I can go on my own."
You refused?
Fei Yuncheng's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
Does this kid even know what he's saying?
Li Yuanchao was stunned for a moment.
Immediately, he slapped his thigh and burst into a hearty laugh.
"Hahaha! Good! Good lad!"
He pointed at Lin Que, then turned to Lü Songran beside him and said:
"Old Lu, see? What did I tell you?"
"That kid's got guts and high standards! He wouldn't even look at my meager resources!"
Lü Songran picked up the teacup, gently blew on the floating leaves, his movements as elegant as if he were savoring tea.
He answered casually, his tone carrying a sense of entitlement:
"It's a good thing that young people are energetic. If they just stay in Wuhan, it would be a waste of their talents."
Lu Songran put down his teacup, his gaze falling on Lin Que with a hint of amusement:
"After all, Chairman Gu and Vice Chairman Liang had discussed this at the meeting before."
"The newly admitted honorary member of our provincial writers' association, although young, has a mature and skillful writing style, showing the demeanor of a master."
"If you don't even have this much spirit..."
Lü Songran smiled, his tone light and airy:
"Chairman Gu is probably going to take that certificate back."
Clang—
A sharp crack broke the atmosphere in the office.
Fei Yuncheng finally lost his grip on the teacup lid and it fell onto the table.
The cup lid spun around on the table, making a jarring sound.
Zhang Ya opened her mouth wide, unable to close it.
Li Bowen even slid off the sofa armrest.
He plopped down on the ground.
But he ignored the pain in his buttocks and even forgot to adjust his glasses; he just stared at Lin Que with a look of horror.
The Provincial Writers Association...
Honorary member?
What does that mean?
At this age, let alone a membership,
Even a small article published in a provincial journal could be boasted about on the school radio station for half a year.
Honorary member—that's a status on par with the top writers in the province!
That is the final destination that countless scholars have climbed their entire lives but could never reach!
Lin Que...is he already one?
Li Yuanchao coughed and glared at Lü Songran with annoyance:
"Old Lu, why is your mouth so loose, like a cotton waistband?"
Lü Songran was taken aback.
He looked at the faces around him that looked as if they had been struck by lightning, and then he realized what was happening.
"What? This matter... is still classified?"
He glanced at Fei Yuncheng, who was already frozen in place, and the two students, and awkwardly waved his hand:
"Um... just pretend you didn't hear what I said earlier. It was all an auditory hallucination."
Fei Yuncheng swallowed.
The way he looked at Lin Que completely changed.
From viewing students as problem students to viewing them as gifted students.
Now, he's directly become... a big shot?
Lin Que rubbed his temples helplessly.
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